<?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-5703999438315324798</id><updated>2012-02-01T18:25:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My daily Crap</title><subtitle type='html'>You sure this is what you want?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>358</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-3329633029623481317</id><published>2011-01-23T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T02:04:18.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>As some of you may know, I was terribly sick during the past few days. By terrible I mean, severe headache, burning body, sudden unstoppable shivering, insomnia, cough and flu. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times, there will be this tormenting torturous moment where I will shiver frantically and yet I swear I could set myself on fire if I continue to wrap myself completely with blankets. So I was cold and covering myself in blanket is not only not a viable option, but in some ways making me feel worse, great, total FML. What's more! My situation got worse during the weekends, an DOCTORS DO NOT FREAKING WORK on weekends. Well at least not the NHS GP. If you don't know what's NHS all you have to know that it's free consultation for us students, I know I'm cheap like that, but I think consultation here would cost you a bomb here lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I survived that 2 days which seems like forever, with some medications that works periodically, and also my friends who were really really nice to help me out. Laurence if you're ever reading  this, hahaha, I'm sorry for not finishing your congee and throwing it away instead XD well I really wanted to finish it you see, but apparently the sickness has deterred me from thinking and acting wisely, hence the imprudent action of mine :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never been this sick before, and definitely did not suffer as much as well. It constantly reminded me of the love and care I used to take granted for. Whenever I was sick, there will be someone buying/cooking delicious congee for me, someone forcing, or rather reminding me to take my medicines because I'm such an anal when it comes to taking meds. At that point of time, the only place I want to be is home, to be taken care of like a carefree baby, or at least to have someone shed some love to ease the pain I'm going through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep down I know this is not possible, it's the part and parcel of the challenge I have to fight here. Learning to be independent, learning to take care of myself, or even just learning to take medicine properly. I am not saying I enjoy this process, heck no of course, but it's just the price I have to pay to be stronger and tougher. Because at the end of the day, whenever my parents need me, I will be there to feed them the congee and shower them with the care and love they long for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-3329633029623481317?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3329633029623481317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=3329633029623481317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3329633029623481317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3329633029623481317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2011/01/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-4204571299838823221</id><published>2010-12-04T07:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T19:15:55.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rationality</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I made a decision to buy a camera from Ebay. Well, I know you will probably think, so what? Right, so what? We make our buying and selling decision every single day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being an economics undergraduate, we were often associated or rather, being taught to act rationally. As an economist, all assumptions are based on the rational of mankind, a decision is made based on the opportunity cost or the next best alternative forgone, an investment project is being undertaken based on the valuation of marginal benefit versus the marginal cost. In other words, there is always a mathematical function which assumes the closest numerical figure to represents the best interest of an evaluation, that ultimately lead to the decision of a particular incidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more often than not, in reality, the buying and selling decision is not usually (if not most of the time) based on rationale. How many times have you bought something out of an impromptu decision after being attracted to a piece of advertorial, and eventually finds out that you didn't need it to begin with. Can you explain this mathematically? If yes, what figure would you put for being appealed by this advertisement on a general basis? Note that each consumer have totally different preferences and it would practically be impossible to collect data from every single consumer available. At the end of the day, we would have to agree that buying decision correlates with advertising effects, and the particular consumer is not rational on his/her buying decision. The point is, we do not make our decision at that point of time based on the marginal utility of owning the product, but was rather affected by our spontaneous decision out of the satisfaction of owning the product, where in many cases, the satisfaction and practical use of the product decreases exponentially after purchasing it, which justifies the explanation of being irrational. A sad but vividly true example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, the purchasing of my camera was somewhat similar to the irrationality I have mentioned above. I have been scouting and searching for a camera online since I have decided that I have a dire need to possess my own camera. But due to a tight and limited budget, I have to succumb to the disappointment of not buying one because I may put myself into a financial jeopardy if I were to buy a camera (a great example of me being rational alright). Anyway, after saving and scrimping for a bit, I think I can now afford one, or at least even if I can't, I'll just live on with breads and water for the rest of the month. Joking, don't worry I'll make sure I have enough money to survive and feed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after researching online for a couple of days, I narrowed down my searches into just a few models, and finally laid my eyes on this particular camera - Fujifilm finepix S2500HD. Yes, I need to get this. My initial plan was to wait until the end of this week, to visit shops personally and try out different cameras in order to decide if the model I chose initially was my perfect fit because for one, I do not want to regret buying something that I don't know if I will like, two, there's always something dubious about online purchase even though it looks a lot cheaper and more attractive. Anyway, I was almost certain that I would do that, because I personally think that was the conventional and rational (for me at least) way when you are deciding to buy a camera, and who knows, I might even get a better offer and close the deal on the spot. Nonetheless, in the end I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too desperate for my camera to arrive before the end of next week, for certain reasons. I know that the longer I delay, the longer I have to wait and chances of me getting the camera before the end of week would diminish entirely, simply because I am not a very decisive consumer. If I was offered more choices and product, I would have to re-think about this entire camera buying issue, which would ultimately cause me to delay my buying decision. After contemplating for a bit, I finally convinced myself to hit the "Buy now!" button and proceeded with the payment. So the irrational triumphed the rational side in me, declaring victory, the decision was made based on desperation, and uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be certain that I will get my goods in time? No. Will I be certain that I will like the camera I bought? I don't know. Will I be positive that will this camera be as good as the reviews posted online? And most importantly, will the £170 I spent be justifiable? Nah. I have no answers for all these, but all I know is, as long as I have a relatively good camera to take my own pictures, I'll be a happy man at the end of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-4204571299838823221?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4204571299838823221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=4204571299838823221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4204571299838823221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4204571299838823221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/12/rationality.html' title='Rationality'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-1416142265004028419</id><published>2010-11-24T06:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T06:53:32.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>While I was in the midst of reading my economics lecture notes, I saw a skype IM from an old friend who gave me the perfect reason for me to procrastinate, so I have decided to take a short break (more like me trying to slack whenever I possibly could).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the conversation made me stir up some memories in the past. My style of writing in particular. I remember when I first started this blog, I became an avid blogger who blogs about almost every shits of my life, in the most childish possible way ever. When reading some of my old posts, I was like WTF LUL, as much as it was hilarious, it also shows how young and stupid I was, which caught me wondering, how did I even came out such crap? But the truth is, I did, so like the old and wise always says, let the past be the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, if I have never jot down the bits and pieces of my past for me to reflect on, will I remember who I used to be? I mean of course your brain is awesome but most of the times, you won't be able to remember those tiny bits your life that has somehow, or somewhat made an impact in your life. Like, a friend may have slapped you with a fish and then you just remember that he still owes you a slap! Or, your first job was some shitty insurance telemarketing job and made you say no to becoming an insurance agent for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is what defines us, you learn the history of your character to be make a better one in the future. Or worse to some people, but either way, it defines you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was silly once, but I have learn to grow smart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have made a wrong decision earlier, but I have come to make a new one, which could possibly be a wrong one, but you will never know until the moment you knew it's wrong, after all what's wrong without right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I look at my past now, I may have regretted on the many things that I have wrote or done earlier, but 20 years from now, I may be smiling to myself and say; Hei, I did that when I was young! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have just said do this, and why didn't I do it in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how you should read at all the stuffs you once wrote eons ago, and react upon it after that. For all you may know, it might be a surprise for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should be back to my econ notes now, yup, yes I should. Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-1416142265004028419?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1416142265004028419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=1416142265004028419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1416142265004028419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1416142265004028419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/11/past.html' title='The Past'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8711776069176110226</id><published>2010-11-20T05:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T07:23:39.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumpy ride</title><content type='html'>I skyped with my family today, and if I remember correctly, this is the 6th time I've skyped with them ever since I got here in London. Maybe they are starting to forget my existence, albeit depressing, but I still love them. Hah, the former was a joke of course except for the I love them part which is of the utmost truth :D It's just that they aren't the "skyp-ish" type of people I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I was video-calling happily with my mom and sis a while ago, I told them about my intention to travel during winter, to Belgium. My dad overheard it and he replied harshly :"So you think you have lots of money to travel now?? Save some money!!" I said :"No, but I just want to go around while I still can, I mean that's the reason why I wanted to come here in the first place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have 3 years there! Why the hurry? Save up some money first okay!", he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I'm not using your money, it's not like I'm asking money from you." It was a spontaneous reply as a result of frustration, and that I believe, has turned the situation from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAYAYAYA, your OWN money, look WHO RAISED YOU for all these years." He walked away, pissed, leaving the entire conversation heated up and unpleasant. My mom, on the other hand, seems annoyed by my dad's comment, and told me that I can travel, as long as I know my budget and keep it within my limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that the relationship between my mom and dad hasn't been that well in the past few years, definitely not the ideal wife-husband relationship you encounter in romance novels. It all boils down to a certain common issue - money. Yes. The root of all the problems that has caused us so much dismay and disgruntlement, all the arguments and hardship. I don't deny part of the main reasons why I wanted a scholarship so badly was because of this problem, for one, my parents cannot afford my tertiary education due to our financial circumstances, and two, I don't wanna burden them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought they'll be in a better position judging that they now have 1 less child (or grown up, if you want to add) to feed. But no, it seems like things were not better off, mom is still working long hours just to pay the never ending bills and debts at this age, and dad, is....... well, I'll just phrase it as not generating much income to the family. They are still struggling for a better living, but the question lies herein, when is "better" going to come? My mom's knee problem will eventually deteriorate if she continues to work like this, and I really hate to see her suffer at this age, especially when she is growing old. As for my dad, sometimes I just wish that he could do something, just something to ease the situation a little bit. Please note that I do not hold any grudge against my dad, it's just that sometimes I hope there's something he can do, even though I know he is trying hard everyday. Signs of aging and stress were portrayed by his loss in body weights and facial expressions, and he became a moody person because of this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recurring back to the conversation I had earlier, I started to reflect upon the words that my dad uttered earlier. I somewhat sensed his repetitive intention of asking me to save up so that I will be able to help to ease the burden of my family as a responsibility of a son, and not to spend lavishly on unnecessary expenditures, as such; traveling. But like I said earlier, it has been my dream to explore the world while I could and when I could. Of course, I know I could do all of these after I jump started my career and yada yada, but I'm a very materialistic and idealistic individual. When I know I can do this now, I want to do it, because I don't know what will happen in the future, hence I don't wanna give up the opportunity to materialize it now, and in this case is to make the best out of my university life to travel around the world. In fact, I have an aim to explore Europe as much as I could through out my 3 years here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Baffled between the responsibility of being a son and the choice of realizing my traveling dream, it has come to my senses that I am nothing but a selfish bloke. It's a tough decision to make, I really want to travel, but I want to help as well. Question is, how much can I help financially? Maybe the mature reply would be, I should be a responsible son and help them through, rather than enjoying myself at the expense of their suffering. But, it's just hard for me as well. I have worked this hard to earn this opportunity...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this point, I think there has been adequate bombardment of thoughts from the morally me and the selfish me in my very own awesome brain, so I shall cease to elaborate any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never expected my life journey to be a smooth sailing one, in fact until now, I would still like to think that it's never smooth sailing for me. I thought when I got a scholarship, my life would be easy. It seems like there will always be something that is bothering you and prompting you with questions and decisions, and it's always hard for me to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, just don't judge me after reading this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8711776069176110226?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8711776069176110226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8711776069176110226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8711776069176110226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8711776069176110226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/11/bumpy-ride.html' title='Bumpy ride'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-2259229622553337123</id><published>2010-11-16T04:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T05:07:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pause</title><content type='html'>I realized I haven't been writing at all for a long time, or rather, the truth - I have submitted myself into a state where I don't have to think of what to write anymore. In other words, I haven't been thinking properly enough to even produce something readable, and now after an approximate of 9 months break that I had (ignoring the fact that I actually commenced my degree in Melbourne U. for 3 weeks and the remaining one week used to travel), I regret to say that my brain has almost develop into a state of comma and is no longer as intellectually functional as it used to be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I realize that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proofs;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My mental calculation has degraded onto a level that I would be ashamed to tell anyone that I am currently studying in a University, heck, let alone pursuing economics! Try to picture this, my mind actually processed the division of 50 by 2 as 100 the second I was prompted a question like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that funny actually. I'm starting to worry that I might have some brain cell degeneration disease that is actually consuming my already inadequate intelligence. Dis iz no gud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speech obstruction. I have problem conversing a proper and decently well-structured sentence without being stuck for words at times. Now that I am already in a country where the Inggrish people (and many other non-Inggrish too) lives, the need to at least communicate in competent English is therefore fundamental. However, my verbal communication skills has deteriorated into a sub-par standard where I can hardly construct a properly well-versed speech, I guess the days of speaking broken inggrish and chinese in college freely have to come to a complete halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I believe it has something to do with the brain not being able to process my thoughts and speech coherently. Shit I am gonna die soon omfgee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lectures. I cannot, for the life of me understand how can everyone (according to lecturers and seniors) say that first year is the easiest year. Walao, attending Mathematics for economist lectures is already taking a toll on me, and most of the times, I can barely understand what Pemberton (my lecturer) is trying to teach. Is it just me or am I just getting more and more intellectually deprived. I have to do a lot of self-study on my own to actually understand what were being taught in lectures. Where is all my intelligence and comprehensive ability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please revive yourself, if you're already dead within the brain ( &lt;- supposedly a monologue to me very own braaaiin) Typing this alone kinda proved that there could possibly be something that has been meddling with my intelligence. As much as I sound like I am getting more and more pathetic, I believe it's time for me to get smart, no, wait, not just smart, I have to be a lot SMARTER! People here are just so crappily brilliant where they actually tell me this after lectures, oh it's quite easy/ok/I can understand - ya, thank you for giving me a virtual slap on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my brain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should consult a neurologist. Or maybe I should stop typing all this bull shit and practice my brain harder, bombard them with more readings, maths and IQ questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually spent half an hour typing this where I should be doing my French work instead. Wtf, how unproductive. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-2259229622553337123?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2259229622553337123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=2259229622553337123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2259229622553337123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2259229622553337123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/11/pause.html' title='A pause'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-5426105196331902658</id><published>2010-09-25T05:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:52:15.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London Thus Far</title><content type='html'>Helloe peeps, reporting from London, United Kingdom. Yes, although it's been the 5th day since my arrival here, and so far I can safely say I thoroughly enjoyed my stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the 17 hours journey here was quite an unbearable experience (since I'm not used to taking long distant flight, and will never enjoy it), but coming here was worth it! There's so many things I want to say but I just don't know where to start. Let me see let me see, I think I'll start with my accommodation, my hall of residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying in Connaught Hall (the same sound so homely right, haha), one of the intercollegiate halls in University of London. In case you're wondering whats intercollegiate halls are, they are actually halls of residence administered by UOL (which comprises of LSE, UCL, Imperial College London and Kings College London, and more...), which means they will generally be students coming from all these colleges mentioned. It was a bit difficult to locate my hall initially as it was covered in scaffolding and constructions were going on, god forbid like how would I know my hall would be undergoing refurbishment right. So, me and my aunt's friend, oh he's Uncle Tan fyi, were literally touring around the square until we finally located the right place. It was really kind of him to offer a hand to lead me from the airport to my hall or else i'll be dragging my 40kg worth of weight strolling around tavistock square like some half dead zombie. Really nice man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, long story short. My room, yes. All my hall mates were telling me like how big is my room compared to theirs and how tall the ceiling is, not trying to brag whatsoever, but I think I'm really lucky to have such a nice room. The pantry is just right opposite my room and the gents is just right next to it, it's superbly convenient! And the best part is... yes, it's only 5 freaking minutes away to my Uni, 2 minutes if you run. Haha, which sums up to the awesomeness. As far as my hall is concern, it's a pretty decent and cozy place to live in; there's a couple of common rooms, a bar for you to chill in, a garden and some other facilities, and the people here are really friendly. I've been meeting new people constantly for each and every day, and they all come from different nationalities, seriously, it's really quite an experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, speaking of jet lags, which I'm terribly annoyed by :( I'm still waking up at quite an early hour during the morning, but it's getting better i guess. At least I woke up at 6.30 this morning, for the past few days I've either been waking up at 4 or 5am, which is kinda sad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm getting quite sleepy, actually more like I'm lazy to continue blogging, for now at least. So I think I shall continue tomorrow, or some other day with more stuffs then. =) if there's still anyone reading lul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-5426105196331902658?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5426105196331902658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=5426105196331902658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5426105196331902658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5426105196331902658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/09/london-thus-far.html' title='London Thus Far'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-1167984367088335773</id><published>2010-09-05T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:18:43.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulders.</title><content type='html'>I see a stone on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Do I not walk across it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a hole in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Do I not jump over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a trap over the edge,&lt;br /&gt;Do I not avoid it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I saw a cliff in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;I stood there, defeated momentarily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-1167984367088335773?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1167984367088335773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=1167984367088335773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1167984367088335773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1167984367088335773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/09/boulders.html' title='Boulders.'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8997806025690171892</id><published>2010-08-25T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:04:59.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXXOSnrqI/AAAAAAAAD8o/TdgBBN0GImI/s1600/46061_10150268246580121_765260120_14367573_854924_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXXOSnrqI/AAAAAAAAD8o/TdgBBN0GImI/s400/46061_10150268246580121_765260120_14367573_854924_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509335406898294434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wind Farm - Cloudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was 7pm in the evening, the cold chill from the outside penetrates the wall of the house in the suburban area where I live; I was having dinner alone, and eating was the only mean of keeping me warm at that point of time. When I was about to finish munching my almost cold food, all of a sudden my cell rang. That's odd; I wonder, because nobody will usually call me at such hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ming ah, you got the scholarship to study in London, I think you should take up the offer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my dad's voice, uttering those words in Mandarin with a rather steady and calm tone. I thought I was either hallucinating or must have misheard it, hence I insisted him to repeat again, and so he did. It then struck me clearly, to my good senses, yes, I finally got the scholarship to study in London. Finally. FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUW5lY8O9I/AAAAAAAAD7o/JtJuiQO8Feo/s1600/40704_10150268249080121_765260120_14367695_4069909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUW5lY8O9I/AAAAAAAAD7o/JtJuiQO8Feo/s400/40704_10150268249080121_765260120_14367695_4069909_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509334897702747090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Top of Chataqua Peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My voice trembled, I didn't know why. I felt a surge of extreme joy and happiness flowing through every single vein and arteries of my body; I was shaking, not because of the cold, but because the overwhelming joy, which I guess must have resulted into this trembling frenzy. It ought to be the happiest moment of my life, at least for that moment itself. Though, I tried to keep my cool, because my aunt was there, I couldn't just shout and yell for all I want, so I pretended to be just a tad bit happier than before. But deep inside, my heart was smiling happily, because I have finally achieved my long awaited dream. It was indeed, a dream &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;came &lt;/span&gt;true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXKi3qi5I/AAAAAAAAD74/1LsVPAGmafU/s1600/40850_10150268251950121_765260120_14367768_3741423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXKi3qi5I/AAAAAAAAD74/1LsVPAGmafU/s400/40850_10150268251950121_765260120_14367768_3741423_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509335189084081042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 12 Apostles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So here I am, back in my home sweet home, after my 1 month short stay in Melbourne. FYI, I did study in Uni Melb for about 3 weeks, but the last week was spent touring around and visiting places. So, I can consider it as a study cum vacation trip, pretty weird right? =D Since I have the time now, I shall put my thoughts and feelings into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come a long way down to achieve this goal of mine. And no, my intention in this post was not for me to brag or boast whatever achievements I have, but I am writing this because it seriously means a lot to me, and it is something that I want to share out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXJATZI5I/AAAAAAAAD7w/Kpe7RLqkfAo/s1600/40685_10150268247280121_765260120_14367614_4320493_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXJATZI5I/AAAAAAAAD7w/Kpe7RLqkfAo/s400/40685_10150268247280121_765260120_14367614_4320493_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509335162625270674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hike to the Pinnacle - via the Silent Creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember vividly of the time where I was feeling pretty much devastated for not obtaining any scholarships after SPM. More specifically, a scholarship to study abroad. I was ignorant, naive, proud and over confident because I thought with my results, it shouldn't bee too much of a problem to obtain a scholarship. I was wrong, very wrong indeed. Not only did I jeopardize my JPA application because I neglected their condition of applications, I did not even bother looking out for other available scholarships out there because like I said earlier, over-confident. Long story short, by the time I realized I need to start applying for something, most of those prestigious scholarship applications were closed already. After that, I was offered to study in Taylors under their Taylors World Class Scholarship, which was meant for me to study there with full tuition fee waived for 4 years, until I graduate from my degree. However, baffled between a choice of doing A levels and a full scholarship doing a local degree, I finally decided to choose for A level, and the reason was apparent to me, because I wanted a second chance, to realize my dream of studying abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXLmoblCI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/TwRFg1PGgRs/s1600/41266_10150268248030121_765260120_14367654_1542884_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXLmoblCI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/TwRFg1PGgRs/s400/41266_10150268248030121_765260120_14367654_1542884_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509335207273796642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild flowers - the end of winter, and beginning of spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a gamble to me. There were no ways of knowing whether will I get a scholarship to study abroad for my degree, what's more the requirements and selection procedures would definitely be a lot tougher and stringent than those catered for post-spm candidates. If I didn't do well in A level, I will probably end up in a private college, which would require me to spend more money and burdening my parents. Also, that would mean losing the deal that was offered to me earlier. In economics term, it was not a favourable move, for the opportunity cost of forgoing that deal is much higher than taking up A levels, not to mention the uncertainty involved. Plus, my family have always been struggling so much with financial issues, and I know clearly there is no possible way for them to support my tertiary studies, be it locally or overseas. But it didn't matter to me, my goals were clear, hence I am bound to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that 1 and a half year, although I must admit, there were times where I almost wanted to give up striving for my goals, but I constantly reminded myself of my aim and dreams, because this is the reason why I took A levels in the first place anyway. As time goes by, I was ascertained that I want to further my education in the UK, and get myself enrolled into a prestigious uni. From then, I tried to gather as much informations and news about scholarships so that if the time comes, I will be prepared. I laid down my goal and broke it down into several plans and stages, so that I will know clearly of what I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Excellent Results in A level &gt; Get accepted into Top Uni &gt; Get a full scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I achieved the first and second part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXLK0DwLI/AAAAAAAAD8I/oemHROwbw3w/s1600/41266_10150268247985121_765260120_14367646_8116551_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXLK0DwLI/AAAAAAAAD8I/oemHROwbw3w/s400/41266_10150268247985121_765260120_14367646_8116551_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509335199806374066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top of the Pinaccle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then comes the most crucial part of all, the ultimatum of my goal. After I got my results, I waited until the period where most of the applications were open, then started preparing and sending them out, I told myself I will not miss any opportunity available, and will never repeat the mistakes I made before this. Some application will take me at least days to complete it (the ones with essays especially) because I want to get it as perfectly as I can. Yes, I am that desperate, so I tried to apply as many as I could, but then again, such overseas scholarship applications were very limited, especially those catered for degree levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after days and weeks after weeks. Some companies started sending out replies, and some called in for interviews, of course, some sent out rejections as well. The wait for all these were not easy. You can never imagine what I went through mentally. I have been thinking about it practically day and night, checking my mails every single morning whenever I wake up to see if there's any replies, heck I even had multiple insomnias because I'm afraid if all these wait and applications resulted into nothing. At some point I even questioned myself, is this really what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you even sure you can secure any scholarship? All of your friends are either studying or doing something productive already, and you're at no where now, you sure all this wait is worthwhile? Heck, you don't even have any impressive qualifications or achievements that can distinguish you from the average joes, you think you can beat all the brilliant competitors ahead of you? I was constantly bombarded with all these monologues, haunting myself mentally with such negativity, yes, it's just that pathetic. Although I can't control myself from thinking negatively, I know I ain't a pessimist, so I continued to motivate myself just because I choose to believe, and just believe that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXWTbZlSI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/IE1-2LO104s/s1600/46031_10150268246815121_765260120_14367585_1660674_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXWTbZlSI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/IE1-2LO104s/s400/46031_10150268246815121_765260120_14367585_1660674_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509335391097427234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mackenize Fall - The Base&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rejections after rejections, this bright, shining and glittering positive hope that I once chose to believe is starting to diminsh, and fading away into just a tiny spark. It was heart-breaking at times, because sometimes I just don't know what went wrong. Still, I never give up, I tried to ace every interview ahead of me, but the outcome of those interviews and test proved me otherwise. The competition is really tight, almost every candidate I have met seems far more brilliant than me, what's more when you can see most of them holding what is like a hundred pages thick of certificates that boasts their achievements in everything. Looking back at me, I have never really achieved anything significant, neither do I possess world class academic records. I was just an average, mediocre student, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging that my applications to the UK are not yielding much positive outcome, I resorted to my back up plan - that is to study in NUS, because I don't wanna lose my aim of studying abroad entirely. And then come one day, I received news that the University of Melbourne is offering me a scholarship to study there, I was awarded a 100% tuition fee waiver scholarship. It was like striking a lottery, out of no where, and God just blessed me with this miracle, because I was asking Him why didn't any of my hard work pay off, and believe it or not, the next day I got this scholarship. I was really glad and elated, but not excited as I think I would be. Allow me to rephrase it, although I am really contented and grateful to be given such an opportunity, because I know how difficult it is for somebody to receive this scholarship, but there is still a part in me that still wants to achieve my dream of going to UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXWkXO2zI/AAAAAAAAD8g/zfQ_D61bo2U/s1600/46031_10150268246830121_765260120_14367588_243590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXWkXO2zI/AAAAAAAAD8g/zfQ_D61bo2U/s400/46031_10150268246830121_765260120_14367588_243590_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509335395643349810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sight of nature - Simply gorgeos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So in the end, I ended up in Melbourne. Bought my flight tickets, applied for student visa, paid the student health cover insurance ya da ya da. I'm all set and ready to go there. I started my new life there, started adapting to the new culture and weather, in fact I loved the public transport system over there :D it's really far better than what we have in Malaysia. Then on my 3rd week of studies, I got the news from my dad, which is what you have read in the first few paragraphs of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUYtEAfcNI/AAAAAAAAD8w/_BxzLirjXec/s1600/40633_10150268247730121_765260120_14367640_1801293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUYtEAfcNI/AAAAAAAAD8w/_BxzLirjXec/s400/40633_10150268247730121_765260120_14367640_1801293_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509336881606652114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halls Gap view - the Pinnacle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As of now, I am one out of the 4 lucky receipient of EPF (KWSP) scholarship, which sponsors me fully to study in the UK for the duration of 3 years. The feeling of achieving something that you have wanted so badly is really freaken awesome. Come to think of it, despite all the mentally torturing moments that I have undergone, it was all worth it, simply because the feeling, that one particular moment that when you knew you finally hit your goals and aims, everything else just didn't seem to matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed, a dream come true to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: The photos you see from this blog are taken at the Grampians National Park &amp;amp; The Great Ocean Road, Victoria, Australia. I know it's pretty irrelevant but I figure it's nice to have some photos instead of all dull words yeh? : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8997806025690171892?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8997806025690171892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8997806025690171892&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8997806025690171892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8997806025690171892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/08/road-down.html' title='The Road Down'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/THUXXOSnrqI/AAAAAAAAD8o/TdgBBN0GImI/s72-c/46061_10150268246580121_765260120_14367573_854924_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8014769828156336208</id><published>2010-08-06T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:56:03.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New place</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 3 weeks since I touched down here in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am reviving this blog, for a while at least. Why? Because I'm so bored I gotta find something to do, and then it occurred to me, yeah I still have a blog don't I? Which is what you're reading currently =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well coming here was an entirely new experience to me, coming out from a boy who has never traveled anywhere further other than Sarawak and Singapore, Melbourne was nothing but a strange new place to me. It was quite difficult in the start initially, having disconnected from home for quite a while, due to the unavailability of internet connection, and I'm sure some of you guys have noticed how my FB was in such a depressing mood especially during the early days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm happy to say that I'm getting used to the things here. The currency, the people, the places, the school I go to, the bus I take. Yeh, it all started making sense to me, and though there were times where I felt it's difficult and utterly lonely, but its all a form of training to me. Because of being lonely, I exposed myself more to people. Because I want to know more people, I will try every opportunity to get in touch people, and because of that, I learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the experience you get for studying in a foreign country. Although Melbourne - my course in Uni Melb in specific, is heavily populated with majority asians, the learning experience here is entirely different. I can't describe in details how is it different because for one, I've never been to any other uni in malaysia, but based on what I've heard/observe, I believe education here is conducted in a more holistic way, and the way they do not spoon feed you is something I think most people would agree on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/TFvNmqNYuRI/AAAAAAAAD7g/7yw2Sa0756k/s1600/unimelb-campus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/TFvNmqNYuRI/AAAAAAAAD7g/7yw2Sa0756k/s400/unimelb-campus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502217433812351250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's no picture to be uploaded, because I didn't bring any camera :D to poor to own 1 lolz. But I think my stay here would be temporary, if all else goes well, another new adventure awaits me. For that, it will stay a surprise for those who didn't know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8014769828156336208?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8014769828156336208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8014769828156336208&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8014769828156336208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8014769828156336208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-place.html' title='New place'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/TFvNmqNYuRI/AAAAAAAAD7g/7yw2Sa0756k/s72-c/unimelb-campus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-2663879556224639484</id><published>2010-04-25T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:33:30.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give and Take</title><content type='html'>There was this once when I was driving, I saw a car trying to turn in from an illegal junction and usually, the ego in me wouldn't spare such driver from turning in. I stepped the oil paddle harder, accelerated faster so that he (or could be she, but I'll just refer as him for that matter) wouldn't over take me even if he is already this close from making that turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, with her grumbling attitude as always, growled at me and said :" Look at the car! It was so close already, why can't you let him pass first?" I responded bitterly. "So? He's making an illegal turn, and it's my right to move forward!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head, telling me that I was wrong. "Son, when you're on the road, you have to give and take. Think about the next time you're trying to make some very difficult turning and the traffic was so bad you couldn't do so, of course you'd be hoping for someone kind enough to spare you to cross that busy lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words were brief, yet powerful. It struck me immediately that I have been a selfish, self minded ego person, not only on the road, but in so many aspects of life as well. Give and take, how many of you actually practiced that in life? Imagine if you were the driver, you received a call from someone telling you that something bad happened. You needed to make an illegal turn and some inconsiderate driver just wouldn't let you do so. You became even more panic, driving recklessly so that you can beat the traffic and prevent that something bad from happening. But because of that selfish driver who took over you, you were late for 5 minutes, and there is nothing you could do. Picture any appropriate scenarios on  your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mind is so accustomed to our own self centered mind, that we couldn't spare a second to think about others, or we just wouldn't bother. My mother advices were simple and brief, yet it left me something to ponder about, be it in life or when I'm on the road. Take and give, just like karma, it'll come back to you someday, it's just the matter of your perception, how are you willing to adjust it. I'll change my perception from now, I don't promise it could be done in a day or a minute, but I will at least learn to change from now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-2663879556224639484?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2663879556224639484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=2663879556224639484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2663879556224639484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2663879556224639484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-and-take.html' title='Give and Take'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-7930819254772496084</id><published>2010-02-07T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:36:26.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immortalizing memories.</title><content type='html'>Thing comes and goes away, likewise, friends. Despite all circumstances, there are always something worth remembering, because it will always cherish our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20771_108992785781095_1000001112131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/20771_108992785781095_1000001112131.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip we had strengthen the bond between us once again, despite not being able to hang around like we used to anymore, what we have been through will always dwell amongst ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beast and Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, it's still a funny name XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-7930819254772496084?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7930819254772496084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=7930819254772496084&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7930819254772496084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7930819254772496084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/immortalizing-memories.html' title='Immortalizing memories.'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-1531167025778500004</id><published>2010-01-29T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:44:04.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeng Jeng Jeng!</title><content type='html'>Yes! I shall revive this shitty site with ugly background and basically nothing attractive to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhowdy, all of a sudden, I have this ohm to blog, wooh. Probably because I felt like I have a good mood, and good mood it is! We should just be happy if we want to, not because when it have to. Weee i talk like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are curious on what are the Unis have I applied, probably none but still, here's a list of it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK:-&lt;br /&gt;London School of Economics - please give me an offer T_T&lt;br /&gt;University College London - please give me an offer too please pretty please T_T&lt;br /&gt;University of Warwick - err, backup choice?&lt;br /&gt;University of Edinburgh&lt;br /&gt;University of Bristol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Bristol and Edinburgh have already given me a conditional offer, both AAA (in maths and econs) and BBB respectively, but sad to say, I ain't really interested in both of them :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I applied Bsc. Economics for all the unis stated above, so stop asking already XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh now I seriously have to wait/pray/jampi those admission reps. to accept me, gah i just sound so desperate, because I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For australia, I've applied to Monash, waiting to apply Melbourne and ANU, because their application fee is fucking expensive! Man, $100AUD each? But the good news is, there's always IDP which waives it during fairs and exhibitions when those uni representatives are there, so you'll be able to save up that few hundred dollars for better investments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for your info, the coming IDP fair would be held on the 6th of March, or something, at Seri Pacific Hotel, so take note if you intend or are interested to apply there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my normal mood again. Fuck it. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-1531167025778500004?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1531167025778500004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=1531167025778500004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1531167025778500004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1531167025778500004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/jeng-jeng-jeng.html' title='Jeng Jeng Jeng!'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8556120257605438293</id><published>2010-01-27T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:42:53.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blue moon</title><content type='html'>It has occurred to me that this blog is no longer active, which is particularly true to a major extent, due to my intention of leaving it behind. But then again, I guess I just needed to write once in a while, for whatever reason it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I still have some visitors left! about 20-30++ of uniques per day. Which I wonder why XD about 40% of them came from U.S, the rest are either Malaysians and from some other weird countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that A level is finally over for good, because I've just received my results, it's time for me to proceed with my tertiary education. Many of you would have already heard that I intend to study abroad, especially UK, but I guess you didn't know the odds of going there successfully. I don't come from a rich family, so there goes my financial support, which means scholarship is my only option. And yes, it's the scholarships that I'm aiming for all these while, and I would seriously very much WANT to study in the United Kingdom. Besides, studying abroad was my prior intention of enrolling A levels in the first place actually, I really wanted a second chance to achieve my dream, and giving it up would sound completely absurd and idiotic to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a few things that has been bothering me constantly, raising doubts and dilemmas in me upon the path that I'm gonna choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) UK's intake is not until Sept, and now is like feb? What am I gonna do for such long duration? Work? Sure of course I can, but it leads to point no.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Work is boring. Work is boring. Work is boring. Work is boring. Work is boring. Work is boring. Unless there's a really attractive work which has somewhat attractive pay and awesome job scope, then it'd be an entirely different story :) Seriously, it'll be for quite a period and mos of  my previous works isn't entirely a pleasant experience, except for one in Hewlett Packard. Gosh, i miss all my colleagues and friends suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The loneliness issue. By now I'm like already an adult and what sort of nonsense would this be right? You have no idea actually, most of my friends are either starting unis and have already found something else, so now I'm the one left alone, trying to move on into a state of uncertainties. Note that I still have to wait for all my uni offers and scholarship replies to actually have a firm decision to study aboard, there's so many stages to go through and every part of it seems crucial. If, there's something which screws up pretty much everything I'll be wasting so much time, and it's just doesn't seem so wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm a person who think of both sides, so being negative is inevitable. But do note that I'm still hoping for the best, there's a part in me that tells me I'll make it out there successfully. Just that when you have so much time to think and ponder, such thoughts will just appear out of nowhere. The waiting part is the thing I dread seriously, what's more when you don't have much alternative except to just wait, and hope, and wait, and hope. It just drives you nuts some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, such length of crap, thankkiu for reading and byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8556120257605438293?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8556120257605438293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8556120257605438293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8556120257605438293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8556120257605438293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/blue-moon.html' title='A blue moon'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-3117662126177576955</id><published>2009-12-22T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:53:50.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Courage</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder, if I can let go my pride, ditch the ego and have a tad bit more courage than now, I could have achieved so many things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes when you  have the dire need to do something so badly, yet your pride, or maybe somewhere within you is confusing you with negative thoughts, pulling your back from implementing your action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a sign of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to a point where I just realized the utmost need to step up, be less arrogant and more receptive towards people and things, be brave and courageous, and do whatever I like, or at least when I know I should be doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain once said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do.&lt;br /&gt;So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor.&lt;br /&gt;Catch the trade winds in your sails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Explore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dream&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It's time to leave the comfort zone. and;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-3117662126177576955?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3117662126177576955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=3117662126177576955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3117662126177576955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3117662126177576955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/12/pride-and-courage.html' title='Pride and Courage'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-2925826730403594511</id><published>2009-12-09T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:03:33.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday So Far..</title><content type='html'>Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm supposed to be having the time of my life, which isn't exactly the real picture, my holiday has been nothing but bland so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all good, I will be relieved from the studying stress for quite sometime, and I ought to be glad :D At least it will last until the day before the results are to be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I picked up a job this holiday. It's a simple job, with a minuscule pay, sometimes boring, but I find it rather flexible and relaxing. I'm working at a tuition center, and I don't think i have a specific word to describe my job position, probably more like a slave, or something less tiring than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I do everything my boss asked me to do, from baby sitting kids, to photocopying and even catching cockroaches WTF?? I'm not complaining though, it's a pretty simple job with no stress at all, and you get to play with those cute little kids. Did I mention some are like seriously adorable with their chubby cheeks and innocent smiles! How I wish I could revert my life back to those times, where nothing matters, except only eat, sleep, play. Bah. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my previous job experiences are mostly sales related anyway, where I have to utilize my pathetic persuasive skills almost all the time to boost my revenue, and when it's money related, stress jumps in without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, enough ramblings, babye. I shall go pinch more of those cute little faces tomorrow =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-2925826730403594511?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2925826730403594511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=2925826730403594511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2925826730403594511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2925826730403594511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-so-far.html' title='Holiday So Far..'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-6438200162062928070</id><published>2009-11-21T01:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:55:01.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the ties</title><content type='html'>Finally, after a long and excruciating period of books mugging, I can now officially ditch all of them aside, it's over for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! I'm blogging once again! After a good 1 month :D and I just clear up my table, no more books in sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda hesitated a while before writing this post, partly was due to my prior intention of completely abandoning the blog, I really mean it though. But then again, I have so many thoughts to pen down, and I figure I should just write here once in a while, for whatever reason it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay, my first post after A levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also signifies the end of my college life, and marks the beginning of my Uni life (which is now all blurry and uncertain yet) but what I'm positive for sure is, I'm gonna be doing Economics. Accounting seems way too unattractive to me, as in the job scope. I may like it as a subject, but I don't think I'll like it as a career, walao all the experience I heard from past accountants definitely scares the shit outta me. As for economics, hmmh, I like the theories, it's interesting to learn, but mind you, it requires lots of thinking and reasoning and the exam is definitely no fun :(Despite not being a professional degree, I'd still prefer to be enrolled in this discipline. Or both if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes my seemingly endless holiday (unless I've decided and got accepted by the Unis I want, not to mention obtaining a scholarship by any means possible), I have so many plans! Not that you people care also :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SwqNNXtCETI/AAAAAAAAD5w/nJf2B_9cqMM/s1600/15933_223453875168_533225168_4483748_5464756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SwqNNXtCETI/AAAAAAAAD5w/nJf2B_9cqMM/s400/15933_223453875168_533225168_4483748_5464756_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407289563452412210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last day of College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SwqNNB5PXbI/AAAAAAAAD5o/DYtPY5Pox3E/s1600/15933_223453870168_533225168_4483747_3976020_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SwqNNB5PXbI/AAAAAAAAD5o/DYtPY5Pox3E/s400/15933_223453870168_533225168_4483747_3976020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407289557598035378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the whole group of my class, a decent class picture, some of which I think I won't see them again o.O Not to mean that they're gonna die or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the night, we thought of toasting our achievements by going somewhere further than usual, so we decided to head over to laundry bar. I thought we would at least be enjoying ourselves but, some circumstances just kinda ruined the happy-and-merry-or-so-i-thought atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I have to say something about this. If you're going out with a bunch of friends, and you're bringing your another half, the least you can do is to enjoy with the rest. If by any means an argument or some big thing just happened that you seriously have to whack the living out of your, another half, please, at least have the decency to do it privately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that you unintentionally grabbed all the attentions from everybody, it's rude and demeaning as well. Then people will start to wonder, oh my gee, what just happened wtf, did they just got slapped by the pasta??? And your friends, automatically would have turned to help you, try to lighten up your mood, because you're a friend, and they can't just leave you alone. Then the atmosphere would turn awkward, although we'll still talk and laugh, but it's not like we don't know what happened just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So point is, if you and your, another half is there, at least try to tolerate among one self, smile, and deal with it later. Should you really have a dire need to scream amongst yourselves, don't just walk away, at least put up a smile and say to the group, hei guys, we both gotta pee or something, please excuse us. We'll understand, and if you need to talk about it later, you still can, at least things would be a lot better I believe. Being in a relationship doesn't mean you deserve all the attentions ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If whoever related to this may have felt offended to a certain extent, and that you need to say a gazillion bad words to curse me (although I believe it's unlikely to happen XD) please understand that, I'm your friend, and I'm just trying to help. Some things are better said, so that we know what happened. Just don't take offense la ok :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, a bit too much for my first post, time to take a break. BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst knowing my exam is finally over, there's still some people who are still struggling, or their exam has just begun, well, sorry to say but, you just have to SUCK IT UP :D Have a happy exam time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la jk, here's my very sincere wish, best of luck! Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-6438200162062928070?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6438200162062928070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=6438200162062928070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6438200162062928070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6438200162062928070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/11/breaking-ties.html' title='Breaking the ties'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SwqNNXtCETI/AAAAAAAAD5w/nJf2B_9cqMM/s72-c/15933_223453875168_533225168_4483748_5464756_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8027617012571036201</id><published>2009-10-25T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:54:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>This blog is strictly on Hiatus, until, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the time I like lor. But KONFIRM no update for now la. Nothing to blog at all, might even consider to totally abandon it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all there's facebook n everything, I wonder what's the purpose of a blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still not allowed to ditch me until I officially shut it down okay :D ehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8027617012571036201?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8027617012571036201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8027617012571036201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8027617012571036201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8027617012571036201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-2410074463474947234</id><published>2009-10-16T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:53:23.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Our life revolves choices. Choices to be made, choices to be decided, and choices to ponder for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We choose what we want to eat later. This is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We choose our favorite color. This is a choice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we choose to ruin someone's life deliberately, that my friend, it's not a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just means you're a pathetic bitch who enjoys the satisfaction of watching them fall at the expense of their humiliation. Just like killing somebody, it's not a choice as well, it just means you're digging your own grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a comical life we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-2410074463474947234?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2410074463474947234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=2410074463474947234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2410074463474947234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2410074463474947234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/10/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-6775744886789593502</id><published>2009-10-11T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:44:02.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My class, AN9A</title><content type='html'>The past one and a half year has been one of the best time I had, the least to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in May 2008, I was enrolled into TARC, where I got the chance of meeting up with a bunch of people, where we self claimed as the Beast and Bitches (dam lame right wtf lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember our very first outing, we went for a movie! Can't remember what we watched though, but that was a big bunch of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN2648.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSCN2648.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, most of them are as innocent as they are! But time proved me wrong. Very wrong indeed XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the days where we are red and prosperous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03614.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC03614.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the day we're all black yet joyful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9917_149700552498_709227498_2751802.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/9917_149700552498_709227498_2751802.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my friend, is my class. My one a half year there is definitely not just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9917_149690247498_709227498_2751673.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/9917_149690247498_709227498_2751673.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when we were so spontaneous, one suggestion, and poof, up we are at Genting, acting like bunch of asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00696.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/DSC00696.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We experienced High and Low together, both the good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01625.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/DSC01625.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more visiting a friend house during Chinese New year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01815.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/DSC01815.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of our times eating together, hanging out, doing stupid things, gossiping, we're most than just friends. We are one family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01906.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/DSC01906.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, some of our night life includes partying, so they say, study hard, but party harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02177.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/DSC02177.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the chilling out session with beers and liquors, and some unforgettable drunk scenes XD *the most classic one? must ask chua hunt lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05443.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/DSC05443.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were also times when we spent our night squeezing in a friends room (in 1 single bed wtf)! Just because we couldn't go back to our places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02744.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/DSC02744.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the camwhoring spirit in us that never fail in us. What's more with they cute gay shots? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07981-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/DSC07981-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also the candid which revealed their true faces!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and tide waits for no man, good times fly faster than we could even realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/IMG_0030.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure, despite not being able to attend the same classes with you guys anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0097.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/IMG_0097.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship never dies, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/IMG_1331.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I truly want to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really been a great pleasure to be in the same class with you guys. This post can never justify the fun times we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO LONG LASTING FRIENDSHIPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-AN9ians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s::: ehhhh, sushi bonanza is here again :D Mon-thurs, pick a date yeah bitches n beasts XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-6775744886789593502?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6775744886789593502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=6775744886789593502&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6775744886789593502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6775744886789593502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-class-an9a.html' title='My class, AN9A'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Last%20Day/th_9917_149700552498_709227498_2751802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-2588459433863946087</id><published>2009-09-26T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:08:33.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Eyed Peas</title><content type='html'>Judging at my almost dead blog, not like I care anymore, but but, here's something for whoever readers (if any left) to read, if you may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had the opportunity to work at a concert - &lt;a href="http://www.arthursday.com.my/"&gt;ARTHURS DAY&lt;/a&gt;, which I think most of you are quite familiar with.  The point is of course, to celebrate the founder, Guinness Arthur, for establishing the liquor company that have left a legacy in the history of beers manufacturing, a remarkable 250 years down the journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02841.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/DSC02841.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In which, KL is the only continent in Asia selected to host this massive event. Proud, not? Thanks to Mei Zhen, few of us had the chance to work there as "ticket collectors", reaching there as early as 3pm before the event begins. We waited until around 5-6pm before we were assigned to our duties, and I seriously think it's a pure waste of time. Never mind that, what's after are those that only matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02843.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/DSC02843.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm very impressed with their stage in fact, it looked dam cool the moment I saw it. Too bad no big artists were rehearsing, how nice if we get to see Black Eyed Peas first before any of the crowd does. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02848.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/DSC02848.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That night itself, me and my friends were assigned to be a one day bouncer. I say, it totally sucked. Due to the fact that this concert serves alcohol (you gotta buy it if you're not a vip) at RM10 per pint, so many people, I mean A HELL LOT of people are literally squeezing their way into the drinking zone just to get themselves a drink. It's almost as if there's treasure inside or something wei. And when you have to handle such crowds, they tend to be impatient, and when they becomes impatient, they get furious eventually, and when they get furious, we - the poor staffs, will subsequently get all their screwing. The pay we were offered definitely do not justify the amount of workload we had, it's just quite unfair to be working our ass off for such a meager amount of pay, whats more when we couldn't really enjoy the concert at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02851.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/DSC02851.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just when I thought the night couldn't go any more worse, I told myself, fuck this man, I'm gonna go party when black eyed peas are out. And so me and hunt ditched our job, and joined the crowd when BEP is coming out. Due to the immense crowd and barely visible sight from our place, Hunt suggested that we head to another spot for a clearer and better sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a dull night, it became one of the most spectacular night that I ever had. BEP definitely did an awesome job getting the crowd all hype up, words definitely cannot describe how good they are. Guess what, they even had fireworks after that, super thumbs up man. What else could be better other than holding a pint of beer, listening to the live version of I Gotta Feeling, and greeted by a spectacular fireworks display right after that? Everything just became seemingly unimportant after that XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02859.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/DSC02859.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But still, the highlights of the night? It's not the 2 pint of beers I &lt;s&gt;stole&lt;/s&gt; took, with gratitude, from the gold zone (it's free anyway), it's the chance that I had where I was so close with Fergie, like only few CMs away from her, because me and hunt abused our worker pass and trespassed into some restricted area right beside the stage, and then she walked towards us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02856-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/DSC02856-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't zoom my camera at all. I swear I could touch her already. FERGIEEEE &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-2588459433863946087?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2588459433863946087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=2588459433863946087&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2588459433863946087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2588459433863946087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-eyed-peas.html' title='The Black Eyed Peas'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/black%20eyed%20peas/th_DSC02841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8997595702429183012</id><published>2009-09-14T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:18:57.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A timid rat</title><content type='html'>There's a rat,&lt;br /&gt;Timid, black and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Lives in a hole,&lt;br /&gt;Unsighted by the world,&lt;br /&gt;Unseen by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing he has,&lt;br /&gt;that made him proud.&lt;br /&gt;A rat,&lt;br /&gt;an apathetic one,&lt;br /&gt;who thought he knew the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lucky day,&lt;br /&gt;He saw a cheese.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a normal cheese,&lt;br /&gt;By just the sight of it,&lt;br /&gt;he knew it's the most wonderful of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and pondering,&lt;br /&gt;Hesitating and contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;To go for it,&lt;br /&gt;Yet afraid of the danger surrounds,&lt;br /&gt;he left wondering, should he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments flew by,&lt;br /&gt;Cheese is still left untouched.&lt;br /&gt;A thought emerged,&lt;br /&gt;the cheese will be his eventually,&lt;br /&gt;he will come by some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed by,&lt;br /&gt;Cheese is still secured.&lt;br /&gt;The little rat.&lt;br /&gt;Timid as always still,&lt;br /&gt;taking the cheese for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An abrupt movement,&lt;br /&gt;He was alerted.&lt;br /&gt;Another rat has came,&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blues,&lt;br /&gt;Which caught him off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely cheese,&lt;br /&gt;Was pouched away.&lt;br /&gt;Disappeared and vanished,&lt;br /&gt;from the sight he was so accustomed to,&lt;br /&gt;It's now gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rat,&lt;br /&gt;Still as timid as he is.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was done and taken,&lt;br /&gt;Helpless in one hand,&lt;br /&gt;Or just simply pathetic in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inexplicable sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;emerged from his timid heart.&lt;br /&gt;The cheese he took granted for,&lt;br /&gt;Is not merely just a cheese,&lt;br /&gt;It's his beautiful dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's gone, and gone for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8997595702429183012?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8997595702429183012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8997595702429183012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8997595702429183012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8997595702429183012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/09/timid-rat.html' title='A timid rat'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-7692313137042667427</id><published>2009-09-10T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:30:45.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriostism - One Malaysia</title><content type='html'>I stumbled across this advertisement while watching TV today, it talks about patriotism in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rainy day, where a middle aged Malay motorist stopped by at a bus stand waiting for the rain to subside. At the bus stop alone, a few groups of people (all malays if my memory serves me well) also sat there either waiting for buses, or to gain temporary shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some lightning struck on a pole , and down fall the Malaysian flag. Nobody seemed to bother about it's predicament, except that uncle of course, who seemed to have an urge to grab it back. Soon enough, a car seemed to be approaching. The uncle, feeling paranoid and fearing that the car will run over the flag, very quickly, he ran towards the flag and picked it up immediately without hesitation, ignoring the heavy downpour of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message is quite vivid. It says, Our country flag is our pride, never let our pride down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the point of the day, will you do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think the advertisement itself is already instilling racism? Put it in this way, why must everyone in the bus stand be Malays? Are Malays the only people who are patriotic enough to protect their pride, the Malaysian flag? I can't help but to relate pride with social rights, of course they have the benefit of being the aborigines, deserving much more advantage in many ways. So, does that justify the fact that they are the only people who will be protecting our pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself this, do you think, by any chance will they replace that Malay uncle with a Chinese, to pick up the flag? Haha, guess the answer is so obvious that most of us would have already knew without guessing. Chinese, and indians alike, we - are much lower than that of the Malays, that we - are incapable of protecting our national pride, our country flag. Talking about ranking, if ever you have to compare which race is better in this country, I guess the native Malays tops the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is the point of instilling patriotism? When some of these patriotic messages are still indirectly elevating the rights of the Bumiputras? How do one be patriotic, when we are still being treated unequally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the new motto, or patriotic code whatever it's called - ONE MALAYSIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of being one, is being unified alike, being the same, hence the word - ONE, because everything will reconciled into being a united representation, denoted by the figure 1. Such powerful number isn't it? Like who doesn't like to be number 1 in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However so, picture this, few pencils are being tied together, some being short and some being long, of course when you tie them together it will be in ONE bundle. But the thing is, the height is unequal, when you put your palm on the sharp led surfaces, the longer pencils will actually poke you, it hurts does it.  See, when you have unequal objects together, uniting them might give you a stronger bond in the outside, but when you tries to approach them in the inside, it does actually hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same like races, if we are treated unequally, of course the government can always unite us as it seems on the outside, but deep within, do you think the aim can be achieved, when backstabbing among races, conflicts and arguments, corruptions are happening like never before? One day, the bond will still break. Why does all these seems to happen? Because some people aren't happy with their current positions, they feel mistreated, they feel unfair. If uniting people in different races is already such a tedious task, wouldn't by having unequal rights among one races with the other adds up  the impossibility in this? It's funny how our government can seem so confident by just saying one malaysia, but little did they know that the younger generation aren't that blind anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I still loves my country, I still love the fact that I'm born here, but I am just not so patriotic, because I can't feel it deep within, or should I say, there isn't any reasons that allows me to feel so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Malaysia. 1 Nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-7692313137042667427?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7692313137042667427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=7692313137042667427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7692313137042667427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7692313137042667427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/09/patriostism-one-malaysia.html' title='Patriostism - One Malaysia'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-1090473901326691178</id><published>2009-08-29T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:01:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Again.</title><content type='html'>AH, holidays, again. My good precious 1 week break. The purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoted to studying, like what else can you do if you're a A levels student? But then again, something is better than nothing. I think it came at the right time, needed this break to catch up with the syllabus anyway, was lacking way behind already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, perhaps the word "holiday" is just not the right term. Isn't it purpose defying when you're doing what you do almost everyday where the point of having a "holiday", is to be exempted from doing ur daily assessments? Still, I'm not complaining, it's just my two cents. The world is spinning way too fast already, it's either you pick up your steps and catch up as fast as you could, or the alternative is to sit back, relax, and watch the world going into a deep shit while you yourself, enjoy the life of a loser. Come to think of it, it's not exactly a bad thing hmmh. But of course, I still choose to be one of the kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went clubbing twice in this month. Headed to Quattro at first, but poor thing, those cute innocent little girls were too young to enter. Dam yam kung man, 19 yrs old kena halau by bouncer XD Which leaves us no choice but to barcelona instead. Dominated by 90% guys, and 10% girls. Imagine the dance floor being surrounded by 9 guys with sweaty armpits, and the one poor girl who got surrounded in the middle by the lovely smells. Yeap, think the ratio is quite correct :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, still, interesting night though. 7 ppl in a MyVii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02678.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02678.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lucky guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time was 2 days ago. MOS. Again.The same place, again. Repetitively emphasizing on "again". AGAIN!! coz I kinda lost interest in going there actually. But this time I went with a bunch of guys :D The mbs gang whom I used to hang out the most last time. Haha, 6 ma lat lou, in a club. Wooh. Exciting giler. Kinda missed the time going out with them actually, we haven't go out together like that in a very long time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Andrew's bungalow at sg. Long to crash after that. Slept at 6, And woke up at 10. Didn't think I slept at all that morning, stupid brain which couldn't stop playing the MOS beats and music, dam super annoying. That's the consequences when the alcohol effects faded away, leaving your mind fully conscious and alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and ccl who can't seem to sleep either, dengan semangat berkobar kobarnya, we dived into the swimming pool right after we woke up. The sky was gloomy, with breezy winds and the morning drizzle, the weather couldn't be any perfect. There's just one thing though, it's seriously freaking cold once you stayed too long in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming there is quite an experience actually. The sight ahead of the pool is just simply spectacular, because it has never occurred to me that somewhere in the middle of Sg. Long, lies a bungalow like this! There's a pond in the huge garden where you can see ducks quacks in the morning, birds humming beautifully, but too bad no chickens KOKOKOKO~ coz it's 10 in the morning already. Naturally quiet and serene, you can hardly enjoy this scenery living in a concrete jungle, it very much resembles the lifestyle of a kampung village. Just naturally peaceful, and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC00494.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Infinity Pool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I know most of you, in fact close to everyone, would not have read until this part because you will go like : AIYA SO MANY WORDS, DON WAN READ ALREADY LAAAAAAAAAA, but it's okay. I just like to write a whole lot of shit once in a while :)  It's time to enjoy my stack of never ending (for now) books, I'll conquer them one by one, because I wanna get flying colors in my final exams. That, is a promise I made for myself, and I really wanna accomplish it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-1090473901326691178?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1090473901326691178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=1090473901326691178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1090473901326691178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1090473901326691178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-again.html' title='The Time Again.'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-3489754344878267981</id><published>2009-08-24T13:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:51:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moderation is adequate</title><content type='html'>I stand alone in this city of jungle, looking far away, and caught nobody insight. Everything ahead of me was supposed to be familiar, yet it felt so aberrant, the sight that I am so used to, was no longer customary to me. I felt alienated, like a complete stranger, lost in this world I'm supposed to know. Succumbed by a wave of inexplicable fear, I started to tremble, both hands and leg. Then my state of mind got carried away by the sea of emotions, and my world just went into a complete halt. A bed is what i need now, one accommodated with blankets of protection, and pillow of comfort. And so I found one, I sat and leaned against it, comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serenity and peacefulness only lasted momentarily, I was then dragged away by a thick flow of memories. Memories of my past, the bad ones, specifically. The ones which I hadn't the gut to admit, the ones which embarrassed me that I had to lie upon it, the ones which made me wore a facade I could never take down. Why must I be so fond of these memories, can I just put a foot stop and end this misery? No. Because, it's what we call life. Fuck life, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love living in denial. Because it's the place I can find an answer to every unexplainable truth. To give me the answers that I only want to see and hear. Hah, but when logic came and play their role, I can't help but to laugh at my utter stupidity and silliness, a bitter laugh. Didn't occur to me that my heart too, can bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when some people can feel so contented with their life, they have to brag and boast about it every time they see, who also can't be bothered to even spare a thought to you, the less glamorous life of yours. Wait, what's even funnier is that, they don't even realize the contentment they get are at the expense of your sadness. How comical, people can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reminiscing the past, the bad ones especially. I love being sympathized and pitied, and even more when you hypocritically approach me and tell me, don't worry, it'll be alright. Fuck it. When words are spoken, they are just like spilled milk, once out, forever gone. No point trying to fix it later when you know you had indirectly ruin it intentionally in the first place. Sounds contradicting? That's the point, you know you're not supposed to do it, and yet you did. So fuck that as well. Friends are foes, acquaintances are stranger, they are all the same, and they will only be a phase of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my life and the people around me. Oughtn't I be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala~ have a jolly molly study break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-3489754344878267981?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3489754344878267981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=3489754344878267981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3489754344878267981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3489754344878267981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/08/moderation.html' title='Moderation is adequate'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-5263825885460492687</id><published>2009-08-15T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:21:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promtay 2009</title><content type='html'>A month ago, me and my friends attended a prom organized by Satya, Keng Sein and their fellow committee. This was their 2nd prom in fact, and it's quite amazing how a bunch of 17 years old girls manage to pull together and put up an event like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this time they had Masquerade as their theme, it was held at Heritage Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1314.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/IMG_1314.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the conventional prom where most of them were held at a grand ball room in a hotel, they chose a different venue this time. It was more like a mansion, with different compartments catering for different purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02526.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/DSC02526.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice the photo above, a part of the second floor's ground is made out of glass, serving the purpose as another dance floor, but it's more of a a no-no place for girls. Lol, it took me a while to realize what's wrong with the floor when I ask some of my friends to dance there, they just shook their head vigorously and gave me a BIG-NO-GO-AWAY look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're as dumb as me and have no idea what's wrong, I'll give u a hint, stand beneath - look up - invisible glass - *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to be so obvious gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1312.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/IMG_1312.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went there with a bunch of college friends, 11 of us in total. To be honest, I think the point of going such events is to take out ur camera and flash around like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/IMG_1331.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the results of many shameless cam whores, but I'll only choose to upload a few :D which aren't so cam-whorish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5649_124180900445_557955445_3507430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/5649_124180900445_557955445_3507430.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I met my dearest MBS group of friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we were supposed to have left our house at 6, and arrive there at 7. But something caught up in between, which resulted in our late arrival at around 9pm+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I wanna eat, most of the foods were already gone, in fact I don't think it was even replenished. During that night, all I could remember is just eating some breads and some mini tomatoes wtf. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5649_124180955445_557955445_3507439.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/5649_124180955445_557955445_3507439.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, it was my first prom anyway. It was still an ummm, remarkable experience though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02530.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/DSC02530.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed this girl, fuah. golden tube and mini skirt. Shining on the dance floor @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5649_124180915445_557955445_3507432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/5649_124180915445_557955445_3507432.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance floor was kinda packed, because of the limited space, but still everyone went crazy when the night begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5649_124180985445_557955445_3507444.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/5649_124180985445_557955445_3507444.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us were given a complimentary alcohol beverage, which was definitely not enough la haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have much to write already, i'll just let the pic do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually sound like this I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5649_124180940445_557955445_3507437.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/5649_124180940445_557955445_3507437.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asses 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5649_124181010445_557955445_3507449.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/5649_124181010445_557955445_3507449.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asses 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/IMG_1334.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coll mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1337.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/IMG_1337.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuah i looked like a S.H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1340.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/IMG_1340.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/IMG_1341.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1360.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/IMG_1360.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1361.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/IMG_1361.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/new.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say nice as well? A bit of vanity wouldn't kill, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5649_124181055445_557955445_3507458.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/5649_124181055445_557955445_3507458.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random pic which I thought it was quite nice as well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this marks the end of promtay 2009, I had fun at least, attending prom with both high school friends and college people, props for the organizing committee for doing a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's way way way way way way better than my college's prom..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-5263825885460492687?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5263825885460492687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=5263825885460492687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5263825885460492687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5263825885460492687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/08/promtay-2009.html' title='Promtay 2009'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/promtay%202009/th_IMG_1314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-2105458796391197898</id><published>2009-08-10T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:28:07.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overjoyed.</title><content type='html'>Just got my AS results today, much to my surprise, I scored straight Aces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I myself cannot believe it, so it must either be some kind of miracle and God's blessing, or maybe just sheer luck. Whatever it is, I'm really satisfied and blessed, for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you think I'm a bragger and boaster, feel free to think so, because I know at least I'm not trying to be one. I just wanna share it, because... .. wait, why do I even need a reason to share my joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may have not did well, but hei, at least we tried our best right? After all, we still have A2 to catch up with, it's not the end yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some classic pic that must be shown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02737.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02737.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good girls caught smoking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juicy post ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-2105458796391197898?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2105458796391197898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=2105458796391197898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2105458796391197898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2105458796391197898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/08/overjoyed.html' title='Overjoyed.'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-7497471819603026074</id><published>2009-08-04T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:55:39.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope.</title><content type='html'>During the past 3 days, some of you may have already knew that I had been working at Pikom PC fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say this time is a lot more better than my first time. Despite the reduction in commission, it was compensated with a more fun and relaxing working environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're tired, we could just sit down and laze around lazily at our booth, but of course you can't do that every time alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, we even had Jackie Chan on our product =o because he's our new Product Ambassador. But the thing about jackie chan is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to see this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=img_169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/img_169.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10095195-67127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/10095195-67127.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than having...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02655.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/random/DSC02655.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Jackie Chan poster and the TV ads attracting you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when most of the customers there are guys (mostly horny, correct me if i'm wrong, but i'm pretty sure I'm not), and then there's this competitor who have a team of hot sexy show girl wearing tight mini skirts around flaunting their "assets" around, who do you think this bunch of guys will be attracted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more hotties photo click, &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/index.php?showtopic=1115917&amp;amp;view=findpost&amp;amp;p=27704184"&gt;http://forum.lowyat.net/index.php?showtopic=1115917&amp;amp;view=findpost&amp;amp;p=27704184&lt;/a&gt; All credits goes to LYN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: if you click the link above, I guess you fall under that category :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the best part is none other than getting your salary paid on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02660.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/random/DSC02660.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole stack of cash, wait, SLASH the stack, it's only few pieces -.- I know, such minuscule petty amount right, still, nothing beats the satisfaction of your hard work getting paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just praying that they increase the commission that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I didn't go for the hot air balloon right, way too tired for it and friends who couldn't give a damn going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02664.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/random/DSC02664.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the&lt;a href="http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-kfc-flava-roast.html"&gt; KFC flava roast&lt;/a&gt; post I posted few weeks ago? No I didn't win. I just won the &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/kfc-flava-roast/"&gt;consolation prize&lt;/a&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only RM100 of KFC vouchers, crappppppppppppppp.................. I want the RM500 cash at least, but why........ sigh. never mind. Something is always better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; who picked it up for me at Nuffnang's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning, I woke up with a sullen mood, might be due to the rainy weather. I could have indulged in the comfort of sleeping under such breezy cooling morning, but was forced to wake up for college instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02648.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/random/DSC02648.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought it was an indication of a bad day ahead, a rarely seen phenomena surfaced through the horizon, breaking the customary azure blue sky, and illuminating it with many strokes of neon-like curves. Each with a designated tone and coloring, representing the basis of colors. Yes, a rainbow. It was eons ago since I've last seen one, never occurred to me that such beauty of nature could be taken for granted so easily, like how we used to act in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it's temporal lifespan, it has at least changed my mood for the day. Mother nature is just simply awesome, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-7497471819603026074?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7497471819603026074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=7497471819603026074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7497471819603026074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7497471819603026074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hope.html' title='Hope.'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/random/th_DSC02655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-1725191762961315624</id><published>2009-07-29T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:00:28.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka Part 2</title><content type='html'>Hullo ppeopleee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no c.... So...... Whats up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf with that intro. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had exam for this entire month, hence the lack of update. Since I'll still continue to be busy for a while, because I'll be working at this coming PC fair again, I figured I should finish updating melaka trip, err, for the sake of it maybe. Not like many people will even bother to read, but its alright. Coz I will try to pretend a lot of people reads it and say nice things in return, to make myself feel more contented :D pardon my 10inch thick of skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of PC fair, did I mention that I'll get the chance to experience riding on a hot air balloon this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you betcha. But how does IT gadgets relate with hot air balloon anyway? Apparently, my company have this product promotion going on, whereby for every purchase of Kaspersky 2010 (Limited Edition!) unit, each customer will be entitled for a redemption of a free hot air balloon ride, a limited edition first day cover (it's dam nice alright, good for people who collects first day covers) as well as a limited edition jackie chan printed goodie bag. 3 freebies in 1 go? Where to get I ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the price is almost the same as the previous PC fair! It's a darn great offer I reckon. (just remember to get it from me, though :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, being the staffs of TLR (the company which I'm working for), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WE THE STAFFS COULD ACTUALLY ENJOY THE OPPORTUNITY TO HAVE OUR FOOT LAID ON THE HOT BALLOON&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for free, -doh&lt;/span&gt;. It's dam bloody awesome ok, one ride cost you about RM100 per person :D :D Like how often do u get the chance to ride on a balloon, I guess most of us have only seen it either through TV or photos before, wooh it's bloody exciting just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome awesome awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeah just so u know, there's hot air balloon in Malaysia as well, most people didn't know that, including me, which caught my surprise when I heard about it's existence. Dam ulu can, but u know u're just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... there's one condition. If and only if that particular day and time the crowd isn't big, only then we could have our chance to get on the ride. In which, I shall not reveal when and what time :D Just in case any of you might bring a group of ppl and screw my chance of getting that free ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time for melaka :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a continuation of the previous post Melaka Part I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bloating meal of Satay Celop, it was part of our plan to experience the night life of Melaka :) By night life, we meant Clubbing. Duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happened to visit this club called Aloha, recommended by some people from Melaka, and &lt;a href="http://copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate's&lt;/a&gt; friend who were there to join us and brought us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entrance, we were greeted by a half nude MALE singer. Observe the photo below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02451.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02451.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sang like the voice of a toad, probably worse. And then he went even more hardcore!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02454.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02454.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA BIANG.. he put on a female swimwear, flaunt his boobs and shakes his booties, trying to imitate beyonce sexy moves (which epic failed, but all of the crowd cheered for him though)  I swear to God if he were to wear bikini that moment all the guys in that club would have nose bled to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super [..............] feel free to fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the super atrocious gayish dress sense, the reason he was doing it was for sheer entertainment purposes and now I felt bad for condemning his wonderful on stage sing + strip performance. So..props for that ok handsome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Melaka's clubbing is pretty different from what we have in KL, lol. You have no idea how the girls reacted when they saw all those performances, the moment they sees those people dancing/singing on stages, they went like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK WEI !?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAHAI WHAT IS THIS!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KANANIA MEH LEI GEH...!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yada-yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they did not say any of the above, but their expression was somewhat close though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: don screw me in class ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02456.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02456.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My say? I say it was a totally different experience!! Though some drama took over in between, still it was an experience I cannot forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the club at around 3 something, yum cha-ed till some time I cannot remember, and headed back to our crib to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I woke up with a terrible headache, one which lasted almost the entire day, fuck that hang over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast at Tang's House before packing up and leaving to A'Famosa, our next destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the check in time for our bungalow was not until 4pm, we had some spare time in between, in which we resorted to follow our initial plan of paying the water park a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02918.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02918.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big disappointment. The water were kinda dirty you can even feel the stickiness in it, plus the rides were so limited you could even count with ur fingers. In fact, that day all of us were so exhausted that we only played the long slide twice, wtf. Just so you know, the 30 bucks spent inside could have been utilized for a better purpose, it could have bought us an awesome dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just save it and spend it at Sunway Lagoon if you really wanna visit a water park so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0097.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0097.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting aside, of course pictures cannot be missed out. NOTE THE PICTURE ABOVE, IT'S THE ONLY PHOTO WHERE WEI YI FINALLY TOOK A PHOTO WITH US WILLINGLY. Must caps to catch attention :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0098.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0098.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family who looks more like brader and sistars.. I guess you'll go like, ERR where is the father n mother ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0100.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0100.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long leg long leg. Lame caption because I ran out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0103.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0103.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanna hide my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0104.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0104.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die die also want to show my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame dao....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm gonna show you guys the bungalow we rented. Be very jealous ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0662.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/RIMG0662.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0664.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/RIMG0664.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam nice right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02968.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02968.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice until DUNNO HOW 2 SAY RIGHT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0665-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/RIMG0665-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah u got cheated, it's not as nice as what you see above, but still, our bungalow was quite ok as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02969.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02969.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our awesome swimming pool. WHICH WE DIDN'T EVEN GET THE CHANCE TO USE IT MMMMMMMMMMEH......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0659.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/RIMG0659.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously what's the point of renting a BUNGALOW with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;POOL&lt;/span&gt; when you're not even gonna use it. Yeah, that'sus. We were so occupied with our indoor activities we neglected the fact that we could have just dip ourselves into the pool in the middle of the night n do crazy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm the only one who is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0660.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/RIMG0660.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random scenes, just because I think it's nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0661.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/RIMG0661.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky after sun set, the amazing beauty of twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed back to our bungalow for more stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquors :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02922.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02922.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02461.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02461.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks dam nice right, ngek ngek, only Chivas contains alcohol lol, the rest are just fruit juices, which we used as our mixer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02928.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02928.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the red girl who is not ashamed of her 15 years old bolster which probably stinks worse than your grandmother's breathe and still carries it around like some pile of treasures and couldn't stop smelling every scent of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0111.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before initiating our drinking ceremony.. This 2 guys have to pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0112.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently they were so caught up with posing in front of the drinks, that they..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0113.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0113.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0117.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0117.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets' do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0127.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0128.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0128.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it again~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it kept on going until so many shots that I had such difficult time to choose which to upload XD But it's a must to pose chua hunt's uber gay photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the few captions above were actually quoted from a Black Eyed Peas song - I gotta feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0137.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0137.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so finally, we CHEERED for YUM SENG, which was for not apparent reason other than our shiok sendirinism. Oh well, we are still, we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0139.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0139.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our night playing mafia, now that I think of it, it was such a bad idea for introducing that game. Because of that, all of us were so into the game that our plan of trashing people into the pool, stripping guys "toot.. toot" [only Kate wanted to do this to hunt], and bla bla bla for playing truth or dare or something else basically just diminished. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jibai mafia pffffffffffffffffffffbt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/IMG_0142.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, having magie mee as our supper/breakfast? 4am in the morning :) Almost everyone of us crashed at around 5 or 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of heading back to our house upon reaching KL, all of us wanted to have sushi zanmai so badly we went to The Gardens despite feeling so lethargic due to sleep deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02975.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02975.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02980.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02980.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02983.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02983.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02985.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02985.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02987.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/DSC02987.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look and drool, and do nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, notice how I end the post so briefly? Because I just got a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's fucking short as hell I wanna cry to mommy. bubye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-1725191762961315624?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1725191762961315624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=1725191762961315624&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1725191762961315624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1725191762961315624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/07/melaka-part-2.html' title='Melaka Part 2'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/melaka%20part%202/th_DSC02451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-3974982282123383262</id><published>2009-07-20T17:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:39:36.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Session</title><content type='html'>Few weeks back, (I don't usually take so long to blog, but oh well.) my good friend &lt;a href="http://bighypocrite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wai Lun&lt;/a&gt;, who was both courteous and generous, organized a drinking session at his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's for the purpose of toasting for his return from Australia due to semester break, as well as for an old friend who came back all the way from Ireland. Iff u started reading my blog eons ago, you would have already knew who is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is yet another time where a group of old friends meet together, be merry and chatty, gossip about nonsense, and act like sohais. Actually what else can you possibly do with a bunch of guys lol. But this time, with the presence of alcohol, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when there's alcohol, things will start to get interesting, or should i say, worse, to be frank. Whatever it is, we ARE the all time practitioner of the motto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WHATEVER HAPPENS THAT NIGHT, STAYS THAT NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;" you guys just have to totally agree with me, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the caps in words ok, to whomever may be concern :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/DSC02487.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the problem with rich people is that, they have too many liquors to choose from. In fact, one whole freaking shelf of liquors. Every time during seasonal periods or visiting, I guess it's the peak season where they will receive most gifts in the form of liquors. Hence the result of below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/DSC02489.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold... the shelf of alcohols, where any form of liquors (I think mostly expensive ones) can be found here. Since Wai Lun was the boss, he picked a few bottles out of the many selections, as our treat of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/DSC02492.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks of the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chivas Regal 12 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martell Cordon Bleu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal Salute :D :D :D 21 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ultimately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/DSC02494.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEH PREMIUM JOHNIE WALKER BLUE LABEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kinda forcefully requested Wai Lun to open this up but since it's so precious to him, he hesitated a while before agreeing upon our request. TQ, wl, we all loves you 9 9 man. What else could be better sharing your favourite liquor with a group of ma lat lous?? AHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, the bottle above is seriously not cheap, costing roughly RM800? And 1k ++ in clubs and bars. Most of them don't even have it for sale there, unless you're talking about those high class bars and lounges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02493.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/DSC02493.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our mixer? We had coke and pepsi, which I think is practically useless because they insisted not to mix it and drink with just ice and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02502.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/DSC02502.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to this drinking game, I think it's called the bitch game or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounded more like an ass game to me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rule of the game is simple. Each person is first handed one card, where it will represent you. Then the cards will be colleceted and shuffled randomly in a deck. The round begins when the first player picks the card, which the card represents the individual whom previously held the card, and then requiring him to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top up the fun, other rules of the game are even more intriguing. Whenever the game begins, you will not be allowed to go to the toilet. &lt;--- this is like the most painful part in the game. Imagine having to tahan your pee so badly yet you're practically swallowing hard drinks down your throat. However so, there's also power cards, which enables you to go toilet, a card which doubles up the shots, another which requires every1 to drink and one more King card, whereby the King do something, everyone must follow and the last person would have to drink another shot.  Actually, if you don't understand what I just cakap pun tidak apa, it's just a crappy fun game XD but agonizing lol..      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yes and screwing bad words/vulgar add to another shot as well.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/DSC02500.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the happy faces of the day, before the game started. Everybody looked perfectly happy and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02497.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/DSC02497.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, happy and gay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after mixing the all the 40% into one single shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then playing the game....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha the rest of it is for us to know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Whatever happens in the night, stays in the night. I think it has to be reminded XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short,  we finished 1/2 Gordon Bleu, 1/2 Royal Salute, 1 Chivas, 1/2 of BLUE LABEL. The amazing power of alcohols :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HoHohoho, Applied Maths time, chiaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-3974982282123383262?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3974982282123383262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=3974982282123383262&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3974982282123383262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3974982282123383262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/07/drinking-session.html' title='Drinking Session'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/driking%20session/th_DSC02487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8929898146047423346</id><published>2009-07-15T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:26:26.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posted</title><content type='html'>To prove that i'm still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;/start of emo post, run away if u want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I'm just swayed away by a wave of emotions. The more I know, the deeper it gets, and the harder for me to stay ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't reveal emotions, not because I don't have, because I chose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not disclose things, not because I like to keep it to myself, but because it's pointless. Try telling me something I don't already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I just stand at a corner, listening and observing, trying to put things up for myself, creating a fake scenario, and then continue to live the life i call, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets me to ponder again, how can some people be so occupied with themselves? It's always about them, and never about you. They always think about themselves, whining about their problems, but, have they ever spare a thought for you? Have they realize what have you done for them? Nah they don't, simply because they have a better life than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just more glamorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they go on with their life with a big fat smile, and you act like nothing has happened. They on the other hand, are just as innocent as ever, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very little things that can make me feel a bit more satisfied with me life, but any 1 thing will bring everything down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's just easier to live in denial, at least you try to minimize the pain. But you know it will never get away, because the more it accumulates, the deeper the wound, and longer the time needed for you to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're watching from aside does not justify your view on that sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just not meant for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*/ end of emo post. Don't bother commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post ahead, drinking night, promtay, melaka part 2. With pictures, loads of them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8929898146047423346?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8929898146047423346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8929898146047423346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8929898146047423346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8929898146047423346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/07/posted.html' title='Posted'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-4815490836537286252</id><published>2009-07-04T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:50:10.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goreng Komputer</title><content type='html'>While dotaing and listening to Adam Lambert's no boundaries (and Adam's version pawns Kris allen, period), out of sudden, my screen went blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately my attention was diverted towards the cpu, where the light went off as well, signifying the termination of power supply. Then, cloud of smokes started emerging rapidly from the CPU, and the smell was atrocious, to a point where I choke and coughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE FUCK!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody call 911,&lt;br /&gt;PC's burning on my house floor, wo-oh-oh. Literally speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jibet today was supposed to be a happy day, yet I was greeted with the death of my beloved computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave it to cool down until tomorrow, to see which went wrong. Hope it's no my HDD if not I'll seriously murder myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promtay later, blazer and bow tie? Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-4815490836537286252?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4815490836537286252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=4815490836537286252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4815490836537286252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4815490836537286252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/07/goreng-komputer.html' title='Goreng Komputer'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-1614575200996959406</id><published>2009-06-27T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:51:12.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka Part 1</title><content type='html'>After hours, day and night of filtering, editing, and uploading, I hereby present you the first part of my Melaka trip, with my college friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you begin reading, I shall have some forewords. This will be one hell long of a post, so you will have 2 choices now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Read and observe the photos happily, and be jealous, if you wish XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't think you don't wanna read, so yeah, just freaking read or see the photos coz i know u wanna see them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh give face a bit la u think edit and select photos out of hundreds of photos is a fun job is it, quite tedious wan ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... where to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered at Zhi San's house and had breakfast (except me, coz I'm a good boy who wanna eat breakfast with my family) in the morning before departing. Traveled in 2 cars, of which both the drivers (Eyu and Kian How) were kind enough to offer their cars as our transport tool there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's quite impossible to travel in melaka without a car, you can, but it'll be super inconvenient. Unless you like to walk under the scorching hot sun from one end to the other, you won't if you're a Malaysian I dare say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/ccm/Desktop/Melaka%20Trip/Wei%20Yi/101MSDCF/DSC02907.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02428.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/DSC02428.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign of read houses tells us we're there... Melaka, the city of many historical land marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just step into any places, especially jonker walk, you'll see shops and houses which still retains their historical breath, be it in the form of structure, culture and the people around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02895.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/DSC02895.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I'm talking as if I'm a foreigner who have never been to Melaka, but truth is, Melaka is somewhere I thought it was nothing but a boring place, never have I even think that I'll go there for a vacation with a bunch of friends. But I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an experience like no others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02896.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/DSC02896.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think this is the first time I've walked the jonker street from end to ends, (fyi they have 2 ends, because it's a split road) and to discover the beautiful buildings and structure which are still lying on the ground is quite an amazing feeling. Probably because it's preserved to attract tourists, but either way, I get to see it, the government get to attract tourists, so it's a win win thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0605.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0605.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, back to Melaka. Upon arrival, we decided to leave our luggage first and check in at our budget hotel. It's not exactly a hotel, it's more like a hostel/guest house kind of accommodation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0631.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0631.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Tang House. It's run by a family, so you get very friendly services and all, plus the best part is, it's really clean. My idea of budget hotel is like those old, unfurnished, yellow-ish type with paints peeling off from the wall, and green mosses growing in the toilet etc, but much to my surprise, this was a total opposite. For my first budget hotel stay, I'll give this a 10 out of 10 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02881.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/DSC02881.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just introduce this place to you briefly. Upon entering, you'll see this mini art gallery in the hall, as well as 2 computers for you to access for free (with internet duh), and a small lounge for you to eat. There's also books, cards, checkers, chess etc etc for you to play! It's a really homey place for people and tourists, with much of it's local touch and vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0632.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0632.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we reserved 2 medium room and 1 large room, but the boss was kind enough to upgrade our medium room to large, without any increase in charge! Weeee :D The entire place is newly furnished, very clean, and they have this balcony which you can relax, sit down, chit chat and play some songs. Not to mention there's also an open kitchen for you to cook if you want, provided you don't burn down the entire place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0058.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0058.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Eyu, a very pro guitarist and singer, walao I think all the girls melted already when they heard him sing. Basically, the balcony is where friends hang out, maybe have a drink or two, be chatty and merry, play and sing songs together. What else could have been better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/DSC02447.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hostel is located right at the entrance of Jonker Street, somewhere easy to locate and basically convenient for us to get down for a walk at Jonker. From the balcony itself, if you turn stand close to the left corner, you could see the entrance and stage of Jonker's Walk, where there will be performances every weekend. We didn't watch any of them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02446.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/DSC02446.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ahead of you will be the views of Temple, churches, and the scenic view of Melaka's blue sky. Not that there's any difference in Melaka's sky and KL's sky, but well, I have to write like it's very impressive, beautiful and all right, so exaggerate a bit lor XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1 night stay there was purely awesome. But, there's only one problem, because it's a guest house and the fact that it's quite small, we're not really allowed to be super noisy like we usually do. Well, let's just say we're too ignorant to ignore that, oh well. Bitches we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I strongly recommend people/tourist/friends and family to stay there if you're going to visit melaka, it's CLEAN, CHEAP AND REALLY CONVENIENT! (provided if you don't mind sharing toilets with other guests, but who cares, it's new and clean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1 night stay there only cost us about RM16 per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info visit &lt;a href="http://www.tanghouse.com.my/"&gt;http://www.tanghouse.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02899.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/DSC02899.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving our luggage, all our stomachs were growling like mad already. Our first destination? the all time famous Melaka Chicken Rice Ball! The last time I ate melaka's rice ball at Mahkota Parade, it sucked and I told myself this piece of shit is over-rated. I hope I wont be disappointed this time, because I've never been to the real famous stall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02444.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/DSC02444.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way there, we spotted our own Jason Mraz and Perez Hilton.. Wait, since when are they even walking together? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02901.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/DSC02901.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the famous stall, we reached there at about 3pm+ and heck, why is the que still so long, I thought it's way past lunch time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0030.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's located near one end of Jonker Street, and when you saw the Ah Xian poster, you'll probably know you came to the right stall :) The 11 of us waited for our turn before going in, because it's still fully occupied =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0591.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0591.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the shop's name, this is the stall you want to go to for a nice and delicious rice ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0031.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0033.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And camwhored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0590.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0590.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0032.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well this is only like 5% of the total..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0596.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0596.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini group photo, less the photographer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0599.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0599.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the foods arrived. They kinda ran out of rice balls so they gave us normal rice as well. Trust me, I think this is the best rice ball I've ever tasted. Probably because, this is only my second time and it's better than the first? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken was normal only. Still, it's worth the try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meal = shopping at Jonker. The girls have to stop by every single store, doing what they are best at. Photos below are pretty self explanatory, not gonna caption already, i'm getting tired of typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0047.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0606.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0606.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0608.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0608.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my sister XD elder but shorter. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0617.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0617.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0621.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0621.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0624.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0624.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0026.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0052.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horny bitch who get overly excited over a mural with a dick. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to cam-whoring in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0587.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0587.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0588.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0588.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were happily cam-whoring until......... little did they realize, they just got caught in a candid shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome pic below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0585.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0585.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I looked so pale like ghost. o  o o o o o  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0637.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0637.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They intended to take a very lesbianic photo, a lot of shots were taken, some failed, and some... i think this one's the sweetest XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Our afternoon were mainly spent on walking and shopping around Jonker Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night falls into place, with much excitement, our 1 day Melaka City trip is just starting to get interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much recommendation from people all over the places, forumers especially, almost everyone who've been to Melaka strongly recommends the all time must-try Capitol Satay Celup, located somewhere near Bukit Cina. We walked there from our guest house, which takes about 30 mins, of which 20 mins were spent squeezing through the crowded Jonker street at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0644.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0644.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the crowd man, the entire street turned even more lively at night, with more people and stalls. It's very much like Pasar Malam, only with more things to sell. But bare in mind, walking along the streets also mean bathing in sweats, be very prepared to wear cozy and windy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02907.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/DSC02907.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a totally different view at night. Buildings were lighted up with red/orange lights, making the entire structure looked more dashing and vibrant, creating that kind of warm-reddish ambiance. I think you can only see this in the heart of Melaka City. It's truly remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0653.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0653.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really quite an enjoyable experience walking through the streets of red buildings, of shops and houses. Which I can't help but to reflect of on our history, the remnance of the past, the dominance of Portuguese, British and the Japanese. What's left standing on the ground is an effort, that must be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0077.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed by Melaka River as well. How nice is it to stay beside a river, where you wake up every morning to be greeted by a steady flow of water, which signifies endless flow and the beginning of a new life. You see a bit of the resemblance of Venice, just that the water is chocolate in color XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0084.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally taken, funny expression from Wei Yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0654-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0654-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Restaurant Capitol Satay Celop. Not hard 2 locate, ask anyone in Melaka and they will easily direct you there. Again, que-ing.... sigh why everywhere in Melaka also have to que. There's also this very famous cendol stall at Jonker walk we never manage to try, because the que is even scarier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RIMG0656-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/RIMG0656-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good food comes with a price. And for that it's accompanied by a long wait, but since we're the biggest group there, I guess the queuing process was still considerably bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0093.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, food verdict time. You see, it's called Satay Celop for a reason. I guess most of the KL-rians have had no idea what on earth is this about, let me just enlighten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satay, like the conventional skewed meat (chicken, mutton or beaf) on a stick, this comes with a big variety, ranging from seafoods, to meats and some fried stuffs. Some foods are kept refrigerated, you get a tray, much like the buffet style, and you pick what you like to eat. Each sticks cost about 70 cents, with the exceptional of other foods which comes in the form of colored plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02448.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/DSC02448.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this hot pot in the middle, composing of the typical satay gravy, where you insert your stick into this hot pot and wait until it's cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tried "lok-lok" before, I guess you know what I'm talking. But this comes with a satay sauce. Every now and then, the staff will refill the pot, and they will also bring a scoop of nuts and add it into the pot, restoring the flavors and amount of sauce in the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh they also replace a new pot of sauce whenever customers leaves. Unlike some other stalls which I heard, they only replenish the sauce, instead of replacing a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/IMG_0094.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've ever tried Satay Celop, although I won't say it's totally exquisite, the experience is still worthwhile. Not every food blends well with the satay sauce you see, in fact some even tasted quite weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, we went back to our guest room with much satisfaction, and the night has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall resume in part 2, till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-1614575200996959406?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1614575200996959406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=1614575200996959406&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1614575200996959406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1614575200996959406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/melaka-part-1.html' title='Melaka Part 1'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Melaka%20Part%201/th_DSC02428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-4448602450889339602</id><published>2009-06-25T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:08:48.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Update</title><content type='html'>I'm back, not like anyone care, but I wanna announce it to my little blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, hi bloggie, your master is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I became like a 3 years old for typing that, but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - back from melaka. awesome trip. detailed update later, got like walao 3-500 photos to choose from, tedious task kai wan xiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night - hunt's bird day celebration at Station One :o happy bird day cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - can u believe there's this prom king queen event for my pre-uni school (both seniors and juniors), and 5 out of 12 of them actually came from MY class? Wow-i-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(obviously I'm not one of them duh...) &lt;/span&gt;K dinner bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-4448602450889339602?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4448602450889339602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=4448602450889339602&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4448602450889339602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4448602450889339602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-update.html' title='Update Update'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-2783997513089696543</id><published>2009-06-19T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:54:47.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Pavilion</title><content type='html'>Since I'm going to Melaka tomorrow until Monday, must at least complete my Carlos post first XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm super excited of this upcoming trip, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. All of us were basically talking about it day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of AS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated, with much craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WATCHED .... DRAG ME TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SjufKQsa3FI/AAAAAAAAD5g/Hb8rmBF7yr4/s1600-h/drag_me_to_hell_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SjufKQsa3FI/AAAAAAAAD5g/Hb8rmBF7yr4/s400/drag_me_to_hell_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349043981061381202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. super crazy right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING SCARY MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared the shit out of me. I think I cried for mommy on and off through out the movie, aihz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I literally peed in the cinema, can hear the "shh.. shh.." peeing sound some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which adds on to the crazy ambiance of the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our initial plan actually, but suddenly, an abrupt decision changed everything :D Instead of watching a lame horror, we came out with something brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ZS: Eh, why not we all just sit down and drink!! Hunt and Kate they all also late ad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: Wow :D Yes no movie yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest kinda agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kate called (because they were still in the car, late duh), with much excitement, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG SERIOUSLY DITCH MOVIE AND WE GO DRINK DRINK :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, majority agreed with the idea of chilling out at the lobby's pub and lounges, in which I think it's a much better decision to call the completion of AS exam a day, rather than a movie, which we can't chat much and would probably be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then out of the few pubs, we chose Carlos, for their shisha and food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC05442.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Jugs of beer for 10 of us, another 2 for free, sebab kita ni handsem dan pretty kan (excluding me la ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05443.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC05443.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEEERS!!! For A levels, and my beloved class, AN9A. Lame as it sounds, but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from drinking, we also shisha-ed along, and fuck la so expensive one.. cost us 40 bucks for 1 sisha? jug? flavor?? no idea what's the appropriate term for 1 [ xx ] sisha, so yeah fill in the xx yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered 2 of it. Other places price like only half of it nia.. ma. rip off. knn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 grape berry, another 1 V.I.P, if my memory still serves me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02405.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC02405.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao I tell you those girls sisha even more than guys, should I insert names here? ^^ probably not later everyone will come and bash me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokes. in. action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05451.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC05451.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunt the bouce? &lt;-- bouce is a term he named for himself, have no idea of it's origin, definition or whatsoever shit, probably a crap out of random-fying attempts. XD cute though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05457.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC05457.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, which do not fit into any appropriate definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05448.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC05448.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; the wild cat. WHO JUST GOT HER 1K WORTH NUFFNANG CHECK FTW?!??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05463.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC05463.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyu. Note the spelling. Surname's EYU. Yeap, it's a word. Lol the pic looks a bit like a moustache, no idea how he did that but it's impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05455.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC05455.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Su Ann, no smokes. lol. failed. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05460.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC05460.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what else do you do with a bunch of people drinking and sishaing? Truth or dare came in right at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC05464.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't last long &gt;:( some people didn't really wanna play, and it ended very quickly. But nvm, we have decided to continue this game AT MELAKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rent a bungalow at A famosa, with a pool man (for Sunday). Imagine playing in the pool in the night, doing sohai stuffs, drinking and chatting etc. WEEEEEEE, it feels so excited just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on saturday, we will be staying over at a budget guest house called Tang's House. Cheap accommodation, no idea about their environment and stuffs yet but I think it'll be a lovely stay though. Will be roaming around the city hunting for foods during the day, and clubbing at night! WEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the WEEEEEEEEE is annoying but, YOU HAVE NO FRICKEN IDEA HOW LONG WE PLANNED THIS TRIP, and to make it a sucess, is just plain awesome :D Despite the fact that a lot has happened during this week especially, some very dramatic some more leh.. may blog about it some other day maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH wait, I'm not blogging about melaka am i? Going back to Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC05472.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, truth or dare, one result of dare can be illustrated by the picture above, the only person dancing in that pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02410.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/DSC02410.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with much merry-merriness m, i love my class mates, I love our activities, and there's only half a year left with them. Time flies so fast, sigh, especially the time when the attachment is getting stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, MELAKA HERE I COME...&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/carlos%20pavilion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05474.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-2783997513089696543?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2783997513089696543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=2783997513089696543&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2783997513089696543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2783997513089696543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/carlos-pavilion.html' title='Carlos Pavilion'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SjufKQsa3FI/AAAAAAAAD5g/Hb8rmBF7yr4/s72-c/drag_me_to_hell_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-7808988062798514982</id><published>2009-06-15T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:25:59.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Vendetta</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, I felt like reciting the introductory speech of V, from V from Vendetta. [and by reciting, i mean typing it out here, along with my imagination]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;oila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;iew, a human &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;audevillian &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;eteran cast &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;icariously by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;icissitude of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;isage, no mere &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;eneer of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;anity is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;estige of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ox populi,&lt;br /&gt;now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;acant, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;anished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;alorous &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;isitation of this bygone &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;exation stands &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ivified,&lt;br /&gt;and has &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;owed to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;anquish these &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;enal and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;irulent &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ermin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;anguarding &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(high rise in volume)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ouchsafing the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;iolently &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;icious &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;eracious &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;iolation of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;olition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pause, break, resume in low volume)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;erdict is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;engeance, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;endetta,&lt;br /&gt;held as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;otive not in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ain,&lt;br /&gt;for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;alues and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;eracity of such shall one day &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;indicate the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;igilant and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;irtues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot understand what shit is this? Nevermind XD it's a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I typed the above poem out by sheer memory, without even referring to any source. So to speak, I'm a die hard fan of V for Vendetta! That movie is just plain awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof. " - V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-7808988062798514982?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7808988062798514982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=7808988062798514982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7808988062798514982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7808988062798514982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/v-for-vendetta.html' title='V for Vendetta'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-2389014679909881024</id><published>2009-06-13T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:42:46.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Buffet and Pasta Zanmai and 17 again?</title><content type='html'>Before I start, I must say, with great delight, AS LEVEL EXAMINATION HAS OFFICIALLY ENDED! YES BBBBBBBBBBB AS, I have enough shit of you for one continuous month, so yeah. fart off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, I think this is a gonna be a boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said so? Not like i have any interesting posts ~.~ Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably because there's nothing much going on during the exam period. So yeap, I thought I should just put up some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one boring day, after accounting MCQ paper, I went to KLCC to meet up with my family for a buffet session! buffet, AGAIN?? my last visit to yaki-yaki buffet is just like, 1 month apart only? which also kinda explains me getting so so so so so fat =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02364.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC02364.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems familiar? You must be thinking.. Taj Mahal right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY IT'S TAJ MAHAL LA HAIYO. But I guess you didn't know it's made up of lego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02366.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC02366.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the times when you build your imaginary house with legos? Or after building something, you intend to plot some vast destruction by crushing down the entire lego structure to mimic some pathetic building-demolish-tragic scenes? (As if you're a director of a movie or something?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02367.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC02367.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you ever wonder, if back in those days you were smart enough to fully utilize legos into making some wonderful structures like *wink* the photos above, don't you think you'll be able to impress the eyes of many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02369.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC02369.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the best lego made structure is this 1.. Petra Treasury, go google/wiki it if you don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to Saisaki. Oh it's one of the 3 company under Shogun, this one is located at KLCC. Again, it's having 50% promotion for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02373.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC02373.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, Kate and Hunt tagged along, it was a rather spontaneous decision of them XD Kate wanted to shop at KLCC and Hunt was kinda forced to go, in a manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok at this point, i have nothing much to write ad. it's getting lamer, and lamer. wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02374.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC02374.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remark: ooo.... 0eeyyeissterrr anioneenee???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02375.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC02375.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02377.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC02377.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05357.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC05357.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05358.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC05358.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remark: Kate said this looked like her dog's bone. Wtf it's a lamb shank ok, i think your dog would probably be jealous of me eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh crap why am i equating myself and a dog???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05360.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC05360.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05361.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC05361.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict? It only cost RM25 per pax (inclusive of tax), and I say it's 10 times better than Yaki Yaki. More variations, more expensive foods, even though some dishes were plain mediocre (some were quite terrible though), but for what it's worth, at least I had a great time eating there :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, after our last 2 hardcore papers, we went to mid valley. To celebrate the ALMOST DONE AS, as well as 1 more mcq paper of econs to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooo...... pasta zanmai. oooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02385.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC02385.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02388.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC02388.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02393.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/DSC02393.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remark: Food, duhhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 17 again later. Verdict? Zac efron is.. a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man whore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz he looked so dam handsome &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such people exist to bring down my self esteem.. SIGH.. WHY.. THE WORLD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFAIR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*#@#SDFDopiopda0-12390*#@!90-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo... emo... ooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jealousy speech above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok babai .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-2389014679909881024?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2389014679909881024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=2389014679909881024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2389014679909881024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2389014679909881024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-buffet-and-pasta-zanmai-and-17-again.html' title='Of Buffet and Pasta Zanmai and 17 again?'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/asdasdasd/th_DSC02364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-2079581798230107985</id><published>2009-06-09T10:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:21:02.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can’t Get Enough of Transformers</title><content type='html'>Yay, transformer. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TF2PromoPics3.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/TF2PromoPics3.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. this is the movie that everybody have been raving about ever since the first release, breaking the blockbuster record, and basically made every transformer fan out there going hu-ha about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TF2CGIMixmaster1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/TF2CGIMixmaster1.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And then, 2 years later, this movie will be making a come back and once again, making everyone jumping in excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, just look at any movie forums, take &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/584568"&gt;LYN&lt;/a&gt; (click click *wink*) for example, seriously I think this is the only movie discussion thread in the forum which has made it's way till the 58th page, even before the movie itself has been released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tf2-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/tf2-1.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I donno who isn't excited about this movie at all. It's like everyone I spoke to, they will tell me about how they can't wait for this movie, how awesome the cars and robots are, how hot megan fox is, ya da ya da ya da. Well as for me, sadly I fall in the same category as them XD IT'S TRANSFORMERRRRRRRRR WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEI OMFG. the caps definitely do not justify my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sideways_pose2_3k_big-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/sideways_pose2_3k_big-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bimbotic as I may sound, I shall try my best to keep my cool :D Actually, I have a different perspective regarding this movie. Here's my 2 cents. Transformer, a movie between the battle of the robots, and obviously there's transformation right. Come to think of it, everybody will have their own transformation at some point of life, be it turning to the better or the worst, it's an inevitable way of life that we cannot deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sideways_pose2_3k_big-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/sideways_pose2_3k_big-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in the world of hope, solely based on the opinion that tomorrow will be a better day. Like who doesn't wish to transform into some super hero who only saves the world and does nothing else at all? (of course there's also the part where the hero will ultimately fall in love with a girl and they live happily ever after ~.~). In reality, we often wish to transform to someone or something bigger, the hope to transform, despite our limited capability. But then again, it is such thoughts that motivates us, that drives us to achieve the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they say, think big, dream bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren buffet once said : &lt;span class="body"&gt;I always knew I was going to be rich. I don't think I ever doubted it for a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2674-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/IMG_2674-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH!!! This post should be about HOW I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF TRANSFORMERS!! Sorry for going so off-topic but, everyone could write a thousand words about how nice and how badly they want the tickets, but who really gave a second thought about such movies? Even if it's the most intense action flick, or a humorously joy-filled comedy, I believe each movie carries it's own belief and values, and deep down inside,  we just need to spare a thought, to reflect about what life has done to us until now, and how we can transform to a better person in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TF2PromoPics1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/TF2PromoPics1.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. all I want to say is.. PLEASE GIVE ME THE PREMIER SCREENING TRANSFORMER TICKETS PLSSS PREETTY PWEASE PWEASE PWEASSEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it's just a hope, it's still worth trying :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-2079581798230107985?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2079581798230107985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=2079581798230107985&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2079581798230107985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2079581798230107985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-cant-get-enough-of-transformers.html' title='You Can’t Get Enough of Transformers'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-3587731787553803819</id><published>2009-06-05T23:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:15:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE KFC FLAVA ROAST</title><content type='html'>[for&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/kfc-flava-roast/"&gt; nuffnang kfc flava roast post&lt;/a&gt; purposes only]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/DSC02344.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it obvious when you look at the picture of Colonel Sander, it will automatically trigger your taste-bud and link him with Krispy Fried Chickens? (not that he's in any way edible, though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who in this country doesn't like KFC at all? Don't tell me you haven't been eating their chickens ever since a kid. Even if you're diet-conscious also, there is no way you can deny the all-time-delicious fried chickens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! There's more and the better!!! Apart from the conventional and ever scrumptious fried chickens, KFC have innovated their menu and brought the whole fast food industry into a whole new level of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Lassocopy2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/Lassocopy2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA DAHH!~~~I proudly present you KFC FLAVA ROAST, the new and (I suppose) the one and only roasted chicken wings fast food retail outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look at their new menu below;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=menu_02.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/menu_02.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all roasted chicken wings lover, much to your delight, you can now order a plate of delicious chicken wings at your convenience. There's no need to spend the amount of effort, which is something painstakingly annoying  to produce a nice and wonderful chicken wing (especially when you're trying to barbecue or roast the chicken where most of the time it got burnt so quickly..~.~). What's more? All these comes easily by just placing an order at KFC, and paying of course, at a very economical price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02351.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/DSC02351.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg this is like the ultimate combo of KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just observe, and be salivating. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I also tried their flava roast chicken steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/DSC02352.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture a bit bright due to my phone's terrible flash, deepest apology =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict? I wouldn't say it's totally exquisite, but it's definitely worth the money. It's not only boneless, the new KFC flava roast flavor blended well with the chicken, not only enhancing the entire texture of the meat, but the taste as well. Yes, the moment you bite it, the succulent and juicy flavors will trickle your taste bud so much, you couldn't say no for a second bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!! THE NEW BAKED POTATOES!!! YOU MUST TRY THAT AS WELL. MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02353.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/DSC02353.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these photos were actually taken when me and my classmates decided to try out the new KFC meals together. Good thing must share together mahhhh hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02358copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/DSC02358copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHZZZOMG, IT'S THE NEW KFC FLAVA ROAST! AND LOOK, IT'S EVEN SMILING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i know the picture and the plate is a bit umm, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lame&lt;/span&gt;, but i'm just trying to express my excitement for trying the new menu!! REALLY! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02355.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/DSC02355.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my friend &lt;a href="http://www.copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;kate&lt;/a&gt;, taking photos excitingly with the new KFC flava roast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02361.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/DSC02361.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess the picture above depicts how great the meal was when everything was gulped down so quickly the moment we picked up the utensils. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02359.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/DSC02359.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of happy faces. What's the best thing that could have happened to you in a day where you get to sit with a bunch of good friends, doing nothing but having a lovely meal together, chatting and laughing your butts off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day couldn't have been better off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to say.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02344copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02344copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love KFC FLAVA ROAST!! so much so that I have to turn Colonel's Sander's photo into a happy smiling Flava Roast photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I have no intention to disrespect Colonel Sander or destroy the photo but due to my terrible photoshopping skill, this is the best I could have done. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/DSC02343.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worshipping the new menu XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos for the new menu KFC! Now I can eat roasted chicken wings any time I want :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Go grab and try out the new menus! But the bad news is, it's only limited in a few selected branches for now, &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/kfc-flava-roast/kfc-outlets"&gt;check this link&lt;/a&gt; :D It's worth the try people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-3587731787553803819?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3587731787553803819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=3587731787553803819&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3587731787553803819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3587731787553803819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-kfc-flava-roast.html' title='I LOVE KFC FLAVA ROAST'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/i%20love%20flava%20roast/th_DSC02344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-6351549796332130709</id><published>2009-05-30T14:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:54:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Call it Holiday</title><content type='html'>Few months back, I remember my accounting lecturer who constantly remind us with a fact, where, There &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WILL BE&lt;/span&gt; no holiday for you people this year onwards, your life will be all about exams from march onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, I never take his words into account the until pretty much recently, where my college life has truly transformed into a torturous process filled with unstoppable flow of exams, and studying of course. Holidays exist for a reason, but not for our case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday officially begins today. I would say this holiday just served a better purpose to prevent me from receiving yet another letter from my truly beloved college, who cared about our attendance so much that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF and ONCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you skipped a tutorial lesson more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt; in a month, they would be more than happy to mail your parents a letter informing them very KINDLY that they care for you so much and that they need your parents to know about your absenteeism rate (woah freaking long sentence). So to speak, I have already received 2 letters in the past, and 1 more for last month, therefore....... I'm happy to say I have officially jeopardized my good attendance record in my testimonial. Screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, in my course, we were still required to attend classes during exams, which I think it's pointless, and terribly unreasonable. In the past I heard, students were even required to attend classes even after the paper ends, JUST BECAUSE CLASSES WILL RESUME AS USUAL (unless you have a paper at that hour) I mean like, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM?? Tell me, would it be better off for students to revise at home rather than spending half their time at college, probably slacking their time away, yielding nothing productive? Are you not one of them who goes to college, blow a bit of water, tried to persuade yourself that you will study there if you have time, and will try your very very best to study but you know you will always fail??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i just speak of you? Because I'm one of them ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brother is leaving home to UTAR Kampar starting tomorrow onwards. I share a room with him at home for the past 19 years, but not anymore. He's gonna go, and I'm gonna be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to argue about everything we can possibly argue, he loves to think he's all right and I'm wrong, the same goes with me. Basically, when our arguments started, chances are high that it will result in a blood bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTTTT, I can't deny the usefulness of having him at home all the time when I need him :( Sigh, now I'll be left alone... the feeling kinda sucked. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SiDXtIQhZVI/AAAAAAAAD5I/zJeAycaukqw/s1600-h/DSC02316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SiDXtIQhZVI/AAAAAAAAD5I/zJeAycaukqw/s400/DSC02316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341506328372274514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this fish? Nothing special right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. here's the more innovative way to keep it warm&lt;br /&gt;rather than umm burning it with the kind of [insert random checmical compound name]&lt;br /&gt;which keeps it burning for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SiDXtdfFqrI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/Z8M42AGpSPk/s1600-h/DSC02317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SiDXtdfFqrI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/Z8M42AGpSPk/s400/DSC02317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341506334070516402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A gas stove ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh btw, why on earth are all the series ending at the same time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fringe&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Desperate housewives&lt;br /&gt;Grey's anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ended, and will only resume until september or so.. tell me, what am i gonna dl now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&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/5703999438315324798-6351549796332130709?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6351549796332130709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=6351549796332130709&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6351549796332130709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6351549796332130709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-call-it-holiday.html' title='They Call it Holiday'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SiDXtIQhZVI/AAAAAAAAD5I/zJeAycaukqw/s72-c/DSC02316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-6745115818902544326</id><published>2009-05-25T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:46:30.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Case</title><content type='html'>The reason of me not blogging lately is simple, I'm lazy. It's not about the exam, it's not about the stress, it's just about laziness, because I'm totally used to the monotonous life I'm having right now, and there is nothing worth to pen down an entry. It's all about waking up, studying, attend to exams if I have to, come back, computer, watch drama after studying, and resuming studies after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously how long more can this go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good long break after this exam. AS had been a dreadful experience, what top it worst is the fact that I think I screwed up my Accounting paper. I was having cold sweats literally, my hands were trembling, adrenaline were pumping so quickly I swear if you stab me with a knife now, I would have no reaction until I finished my paper. All that happened when I look at my espirit watch on my wrist, which indicated that there's only 20 more minutes left for a couple of unattended questions. Apart from being nervous, I keep confronting myself to stay calm and try my best, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to finish the questions, in an exam like this. All the practices and exercises, all the time I spent, was it not for me to be prepared fully for this paper? I swear I did work very hard, maybe it just wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is really a piece of crap. It's unfair, it's bias, and it's like a game of poker. You risk yourself betting on a few chapters, and if your luck is on your side, you win hands down. But if you wanna play safe, you try to be all rounded and be prepared for everything, and then lady luck says, today is so not your day, I'm still gonna screw for all your hardworks. So in other words, you phailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this, I'm not trying to seek attention, nor I need your consolation as well. Please don't say: you tried your best, it's over. I know it is, I know very well, so save that, I thank you for being kind but all I need is to vent my frustration, and to reflect about my falling. Failing is the key to strive, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a brighter note, there's something I liked to do after the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation - redang? I miss that place :( but it seems not really promising judging at the current response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing - ?? Lol, stress relieving remedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies - TRANSFORMER 2 OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG MEGAN FOXX OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good exam time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-6745115818902544326?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6745115818902544326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=6745115818902544326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6745115818902544326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6745115818902544326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/gone-case.html' title='Gone Case'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8294948494139084730</id><published>2009-05-17T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:36:25.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't blog like i do anymore</title><content type='html'>I don't blog as much as I do anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate cliff hangers, and damn cliff hangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because why did George n Izzie have to die wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Grey's Anatomy Season 5 finale was pretty awesome, the ending was a big twist, perfect. Now I have to wait till Sept before the next season is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should give up watching all these XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8294948494139084730?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8294948494139084730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8294948494139084730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8294948494139084730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8294948494139084730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-blog-like-i-do.html' title='I don&apos;t blog like i do anymore'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-1050358318760319864</id><published>2009-05-13T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:50:55.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.</title><content type='html'>And so it rained, on this lovely afternoon, after a good long scorching hot weather without even a sign of a downpour, which lasted since last few weeks ago. And today marked the first day of my AS examination, sigh I made a few silly mistakes which I should never have made, I MEAN seriously the unacceptable kind of error. copying error ftw. 2 questions somemore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a thought struck my head, what if it never rains at all? What if the weather continues to be such? Then there will be drought, water supply will eventually dry out, and what is to happen among us is very much predictable then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the morbid stuffs came across my mind. If I were to die, I'll hope to witness a catastrophic global event, like some kind of massive nature disaster on a global scale :D I know it's like cursing everyone to death but come on, face it, it's possible. Think about global warming, who knows one day the sun went cuckoo and the it radiates an intensive amount of heat which melts 50% of the ice in north/south pole. Then most regions in the world would be flooded, and only a handful of grounds will be left on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THIS WATCH THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VXa82AuwHU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VXa82AuwHU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point is, we often take things for granted, even if it's just a downpour. But no matter how much we painstakingly know that we should carry our duty as the earth's civilian, how many of us actually bothered? Are you not one of them who thinks this way; Oh, I'm gonna die in 50 years time anyway so why bother? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I admit I'm just one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-1050358318760319864?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1050358318760319864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=1050358318760319864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1050358318760319864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1050358318760319864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain.html' title='Rain.'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8495845523747885671</id><published>2009-05-11T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:55:54.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting - AS</title><content type='html'>Announcement to my fellow classmates/college mates who are being taught by Yeo in Accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NET PROFIT MARGIN = NET PROFIT (AFTER INTEREST AND TAX)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                              ---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                               NET ASSET/CAPITAL EMPLOYED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to online resources as well as Cambridge official answer schemes, I noticed that the NP margin equation is as above, so this is a tiny amendment. [source: wikipedia and supported by multiple cambridge answer scheme]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm if you think this is pointless, nevermind, because in exam it normally carries 2 marks or 4 marks at times, so if you wish to be ignorant, my say is you are more than welcome to do so :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8495845523747885671?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8495845523747885671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8495845523747885671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8495845523747885671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8495845523747885671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/accounting-as.html' title='Accounting - AS'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8693117286017430792</id><published>2009-05-10T13:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:55:49.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK...</title><content type='html'>I'M IN A TERRIBLY DISTRESSED MOOD NOW. TERRIBLY. SERIOUSLY. I need to vent it with words of frustration, and by frustration I mean, choa, ji bai ma hai, ka ni na, and fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not you maybe, but the fuck the person who made my new semester timetable. Like seriously, I'm gonna give that guy (I JUST KNOW HE MUST BE A GUY, HE MUST BE!!) a super mega blow job and bite his dick away like the case which happened in Singapore few days ago - the boss had an affair with his secretary, they were making out in the car, then out of no where a lorry bang their car when the girl was giving blow job, sucking the boss's dick, and out of shock or was it the impact caused by the lorry, the girl literally bite off that guy's dick, poor thing. In other words, I need to throw my tantrum badly, and I'm gonna hunt the person who made this timetable down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KANIABUUUUUUUCCCCCBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my AS exam doesn't give me so much stress, look at the new timetable. If I don't score well in AS I'm gonna blame this timetable, yes. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may wonder, why am I making a big fuss out of my timetable. Yes good question, it's just a timetable, do I have to fuck the world and everyone as if they owe me a piece of shit? The answer is no, but I like the way on how I wanna write things, so fuck me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having transport problem. And having transport problem is something that I seriously hate. Now I need scratch my heads off to work things out. Seriously. Transport is my biggest problem, not the timetable. I just know my car pool mate too well, don't think she will negotiate with me :( if I was her, obviously I wouldn't wake up early to college where I can instead have another 3 hours of sleep. SIIIIIIIIIIIIGH, I give up la ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB. fuck the schedule. enuf said. In the mean time I'll just suck it up like a man, and wait for a good time, to revenge. Bwhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of you have been listening to my whining and complains. I appreciate that some of you tried to help, but let me make things clear 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T FREAKING GET A CAR COZ I'M POOR LIKE FUCK. Ok not exactly really poor but, my current family financial availability does not allow me to get a car, so as to say, I'm actually poverty stricken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a 2nd hand car may be cheap, but think of the maintenance fees. Seriously, now I know that the fees to maintain a car is so high, I no longer dream of getting a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask to me work n buy myself a car? Sure, easy to say la right, but you try to work every week and see, I see how you maintain ur results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Just don't bother me, I'll figure things out eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: ok la I think I exaggerated this post to a very unnecessary level, I apologize and shall withdraw all inappropriate vulgarity statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But then again, i think i'll just leave it here :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8693117286017430792?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8693117286017430792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8693117286017430792&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8693117286017430792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8693117286017430792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck.html' title='FUCK...'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-6600421819951666276</id><published>2009-05-04T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:20:53.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaki Yaki Japanese Buffet</title><content type='html'>Few weeks ago, a friend of mine told me there's this japanese buffet restaurant in Lowyat which was having a 50% promotion. Very much the likes of jogoya (i think they even copied the idea of the 50% promotion), I told my classmates about it and some of them were very fond of going in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02283.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC02283.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the plan was called on and off and on and off again, I don't even know what was the final decision only until the last day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously amazing -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02256.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC02256.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, &lt;s&gt;YUCKY YUCKY&lt;/s&gt; YAKI-YAKI  JAPANESE BBQ BUFFET, located beside Lowyat Plaza, at Federal Arcade. Only 6 of us went this time, 3 guys 3 girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07942.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC07942.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my surprise, there wasn't any long queus or crowd because I thought it was supposed to be the last day of the promotion and labour day's eve, so supposingly there will be more people right? There is no need for us to even reserve or anything. Price per pax for a Hi-tea buffet after tax is only Rm35.75 per person. It's a cheap deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02259-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC02259-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la this is like the usual crowd I stick with most of the time so it's no big deal ok. But still, going out with them was never boring :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to blog la actually I have lots of pictures here and I just donno what to type. I'm still contemplating on whether to go college tomorrow or not actually sigh whadafark. Just didn't have the mood to blog actually, AS is just next week and I felt like I have tonnes of studies and exercises which were yet to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02262.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC02262.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm purely screwed. Now that you know every time when I blog hor, my captions are not exactly related to the photos. A lot of people actually told me this before, but.. IT'S REALLY HARD TO TALK ABOUT EVERY SINGLE PHOTO LOR IT'S LIKE SO DAMN BORING TO EXPLAIN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh we did that oh we did those&lt;/span&gt;, so I'M JUST BEING CREATIVE, not that it's unrelated or whatever. Me just trying to make things interesting. Me is good. and me ish creative XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just that i failed many many times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know again, the above have nothing to do with YAKI YAKI, but I just like to include random stuffs in a post, you blow meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the place is actually very nice, supposingly comfortable, but I think they should have at least reduce the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02264.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC02264.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously lah, you have like 50 bbq stoves, and your air condition is not strong enough to chill the entire place, and plus this is SUPPOSEDLY a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; (stressing it because the price is quite high) Japanese BBQ Buffet restaurant (probably due to all the expectations of similar competitors; Jogoya, Shogun etc) but still, having enough temperature to keep the dining surrounding cool is crucial in such restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only place I find their air-cond cool enough is the toilet actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er wait, just to keep things clear, just before you continue to think that I AM A PERSON WHO COMPLAINS ALL THE TIME ABOUT HOW HOT IS THIS THERE EVERYWHERE, it has just occurred to me that the weather is hot nowadays, Malaysia is a hot country, and I'm person who hates to be placed in a hot place. So yeah, I like to eat and NOT SWEATING when i eat. Just like studying, you won't wanna eat and sweat like a cow right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC02266.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, we started grabbing foods all over the place the moment we set foot on our table. Placing orders of basically everything we could find from the menu. From salmons to scallops to beef to lamb, all the things we deem "expensive" are just being ordered unstoppably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02268-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC02268-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, you will find all these vain pictures not containing wei yi in it coz she's like dam resistant towards a camera and she insisted and gave us the I WILL NOT TAKE PHOTOS I WON'T DON'T FORCE ME OR YOU'LL DIE kind of look. Exaggerating, and jokingly speaking of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07976.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC07976.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complain number 2. The burning stove. Ok, I knew it has been called a BBQ buffet for a reason, but I don't know almost everything has to be BBQ-ed on your own. Seriously I think I have no talent to BBQ food, I thought the chefs would be offering us the hand to do it in their kitchen and serving it when it's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like everything (the nice ones especially) is served raw and has to be BBQd on your own. Even if was marinated to perfection, nice food also become not nice already la, let us play on the stove like kids playing masak masak wan lor seriously. We have a reference of how long to burn it but, since when people like us learn to follow directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up following our "FEEL" to see if the food is done burning and cooked, ready to be eaten by us of course. Still, I have to give credits, we still managed to do a cook job BBQing ^^ none of our food got burnt to ashes, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02274-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC02274-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate from 2.30 until about 5, their session ends at 5.30 before dinner session begins, chatting and laughing, and burning the food while eating. It's very fun to eat non-stop with a group of people actually :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07993-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC07993-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the above and below are actually random scenes taken in the restaurant. Above is the liquor corner, below is the umm, frozen food corner. See the dry ice coming out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC02280.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I rate the food 6/10. 7/10 for the environment, I actually anticipated more from a Japanese Buffet restaurant like this, I admit I was a bit disappointing actually, despite hearing all the bad reviews about this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again, our vain pictures, lots of them, so much I actually have to pick and select and combine them into checkers. So that it doesn't give you too much of an eye sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07953-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC07953-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ultimately, there's this hardcore part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the infamous 1,2,3,4,5 pose I donno the very uber lala, siham, ah beng ah lian 12345 pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you don't get freaked out k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07981-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/DSC07981-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that 1 and 4 were missing. Have a good time studying fellow comrades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-6600421819951666276?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6600421819951666276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=6600421819951666276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6600421819951666276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6600421819951666276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/yaki-yaki.html' title='Yaki Yaki Japanese Buffet'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Yaki%20Yaki/th_DSC02283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-4101945772243344901</id><published>2009-05-02T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:46:06.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden, I just felt like killing anybody ahead of me, with a bazooka, if possible. Or maybe a flamethrower, burning people to death seems a more pleasurable option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here am I, blogging at home, alone, after the electricity came back. This afternoon, dad wanted to pay a newly opened shopping mall god-knows- the name of the newly opened shopping mall a visit. Me, on the other hand, wanted to act rajin because I have to study for the coming AS exam, so I nicely declined their offer. (I really intended to study alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which results in me staying at home. Then I watched the TV happily for a while, suddenly the screen went black, the fan slowed down, the emergency light was turned on. Oh shit, this is so not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I'm basically stuck at home, suffocating under the 300000 degrees temperature, with no air-condition, fan or anything. You know how terribly stuffy and hot the weather nowadays is. Plus my initial plan was to study, and when I study I need the environment to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me a pampered kid or anak manja coz I'll fuck you with a giant stick. You try to study when you're sweating like a pig la okay I see how u study kanina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, which left me no choice but to sit down, relax, and reflect on how stupid I am for declining an offer to visit a newly opened shopping mall. I could have gotten the opportunity to buy new stuffs and eat nice food, but wth, am I even serious? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart la my pig brain. And while I was left alone sweating and fanning myself with a cardboard like donkey, I start to become nostalgic, and there goes my reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stupid and silly stuffs I've done in the past flashed through my mind, and I can't help but to release a long winded sigh, my regrets. I've had a lot of them, and nothing is going to change the fact that I did those stuffs. Why?? Come to think of it, it's really dam farking bodoh, it's like I always tell this person not to do this that, and when I turn my head away, I blatantly ignored my own advises, and then contradicted my opinion by doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it the pot calling the kettle black. My retribution? It'll be permanent in my memories. the scar and the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I believe time will heal, it always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and btw, the first thing the electricity came back, instead of studying, I came blogging instead. oh how wonderful of me. so much for being hardworking)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-4101945772243344901?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4101945772243344901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=4101945772243344901&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4101945772243344901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4101945772243344901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-6820527370516410373</id><published>2009-04-28T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:16:55.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 mosquito Chicken</title><content type='html'>Bestest title ever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/DSC02232.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 buck for a chicken? Seems too good to be true? Oh it's fricken thrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02233.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/DSC02233.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon I is offering this promotion since [inserts random date here coz I have no idea when] until this 30th of April only!! Hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a bit late but, ONLY 3 MORE DAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, a lot of stuffs seems to be happening on the 30th of April, and ending as well. IELTS result date, and some other stuffs which coincides with that date as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02235.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/DSC02235.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there around 8pm, and luckily there wasn't much crowd. After waiting for about 10-15 minutes, we manage to get ourselves a table of 5. And after us, well there's plenty of tables available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/DSC02234.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... word of advice, go not too early, and not too late. Promo starts from 6pm-9pm daily, valid for dine-in with 3 people and above only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02238-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/DSC02238-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's nothing free really. I say this promo is yet another gimmick. By having this promo, I'm positive that their revenue will very well cover the losses for this chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok verdict time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken was fresh, meat was nice, but it tasted weird, close to terrible actually, hence 4/10 only for it's freshness. So much for a RM1 chicken, but then again, it's only RM1 for a whole chicken, too much to ask perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the dishes were delicious. The pork was succulent, smooth and tender. Siu long bao, need I say more? Tofu was average and mediocre, the vege was nothing I have tasted before. It was fried, tasted much like a crispy potato chip, weird but exquisitely tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02241.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/DSC02241.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here goes the 1 MOSQUITO CHICKEN OF THE DAY :) which only cost 1 bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-6820527370516410373?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6820527370516410373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=6820527370516410373&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6820527370516410373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6820527370516410373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-mosquito-chicken.html' title='1 mosquito Chicken'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/dragon%20i/th_DSC02232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-4624198161232461918</id><published>2009-04-23T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:23:35.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days</title><content type='html'>These days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes first to your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it's the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the ever lovely weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so I felt like stripping everything and run around like some freak. (I know you would probably be like: eWWWW! but easy people, it's just my non-literal description, okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In malaysia, there's only 2 types of weather you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hot and humid.&lt;br /&gt;2) Exceptionally hot and humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the condition now, it would fall under category number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine waking up in the morning with your shirt drenched in sweats, what a great start for the day no? Much like a sauna experience actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's always air condition, which also means electricity, and in the form of value measurement, we have money, just that for my case, it's in a limited supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I typed this actually........ the weather's killing me. It's basically ruining my mood to study, and I'm addicted to Grey's Anatomy. Yay, what else could have been better when your exam is just less than 2 weeks apart? God bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-4624198161232461918?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4624198161232461918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=4624198161232461918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4624198161232461918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4624198161232461918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-days.html' title='These Days'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-5694993703100617965</id><published>2009-04-22T20:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:48:08.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burdens</title><content type='html'>In just another 3 weeks time, I'll be taking my AS exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered making a vow to myself even before I step foot into A levels, that I will, regardless of what it takes, to strive well in all exams. I think I have pretty much disappoint myself, to a certain extend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, hopes are not down, yet. There's still time, and let me tell you something; I'm gonna study effing hard, to make sure I nail this coming exam, and score with flying colours, that's the least I can hope for. I have a dream to catch, to turn into reality, and the key behind it is nothing but a mixture of vast sacrifices, sheer determination and strong willpower. Ah such level of achievement is totally admirable, but possible on me? Lol, I don't know, at least I'm trying to work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as to say, pressures are building, stress level are pumping, but fret not, yours truly is not on the verge of giving up just yet. I shall not submit to defeat, and will buckle up myself, to get ready for this waging battle. And to a true friend of mine, if you're reading this, please, just don't give up on urself just yet. I remember you telling me, if you have already chose your path, just be brave and follow it. I've taken a relatively bold move to switch to a course which I'm totally unfarmiliar with, but with much support, encouragement and determination, I think I have adapted to it, pretty much very comfortable with this course, and quite positive this is the thing I wish to achieve in life. Dear friend, just suck it up, for another half a year, life's not a bed of roses, you didn't take up A levels for nothing bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, why must they take away eddie britt role in desperate housewives (season 5) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly taking away her role forcefully but making her die in her show is pretty much equivalent to forcing her out of the show, literally speaking.. SIGH no more bitch queen &amp;amp; her bitch theories :( and her uber narcissism, you'll be remembered eddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fark, and i sound like a friggin bimbo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-5694993703100617965?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5694993703100617965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=5694993703100617965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5694993703100617965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5694993703100617965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/burdens.html' title='Burdens'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-485946396904788170</id><published>2009-04-16T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:21:47.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi and Horror</title><content type='html'>No the title itself has nothing in common, why would anyone relate sushi and horror in any means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the sushi king member day once again! Like all crazy sushi lovers, those people in my class especially, ever since we had our 2 days sushi streak since the last member day, it has eventually became a norm for us to visit sushi king again whenever there's a member day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SecTLFdmDBI/AAAAAAAAD5A/-e9yKYJ2oIQ/s1600-h/DSC02209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SecTLFdmDBI/AAAAAAAAD5A/-e9yKYJ2oIQ/s400/DSC02209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325246165554695186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That said, this time it involves 15 people, with only 3 exclusive member cards to share. We chose the sushi king located behind ampang plaza this time, because it was nearer for the rest of the people and there's no need to que since there's not much crowd. Then again, lesser crowd also means lesser options. Had to wait a long time before they actually serves unagi and stuffs, plus I don't think the taste was any better compared to Leisure Mall or the mid valley ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm not complaining. My sushi crave was nonetheless, satisfied :D thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;kate&lt;/a&gt; who brought us to that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for today, wei yi came out with a spontaneous suggestion out of the blues asking us whether to catch a horror movie or not. Move title = coming soon. It's a thai horror, depicting horrors that took place in a cinema due to a movie which was haunted. Basically to make things easier to comprehend, let's just say there's a movie in a movie itself, but the movie itself was haunted, thus making it a horror. Hm, ok I find that even harder to interpret, don't think it made any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SecTKxdaeKI/AAAAAAAAD44/vJ4FmduLmXY/s1600-h/comingsoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SecTKxdaeKI/AAAAAAAAD44/vJ4FmduLmXY/s400/comingsoon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325246160185227426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, what's important is my review!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I personally think that this is quite a decent horror movie, so for any horror movie go-ers, I think this is definitely one of your type. I feel that movie itself was somewhat disturbing, with a lot of unexpected plots of and twists. And I felt like I missed the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because like I said earlier, there's a movie in this movie. So when the movie in the movie ended, obviously the credits role appear right. The thing is, IT'S SO FUCKING MISLEADING. Basically everyone in the cinema thought that the movie has already ended, but the weird thing is, nobody came up to open the doors and switch on the lights. It only occurred shortly after the movie, by then which we have already left the cinema miles and miles away wtf~.~ where we pondered; has the movie really ended eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I really wanna see what happens after that credit role, there must be something! But maybe at that point of time my subconsciousness has begun to urge me to leave the cinema. Not that I'm such a timid loser who is afraid of horrors but, I think certain scenes are really really disturbing in a way :(  Plus, it's about.. that thing.. in a cinema :( so... yeah... u get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things simple, this is nothing like any horrors I've ever watched before, both the twists and plots were equally intriguing and creative. Credits to be given for a good story line, however, the acting were rather bland and monotonous, atrocious in a way. It's a bit annoying if you keep hearing the word *Shane shane shane, pronounced as QIAN QIAN QIAN (in thai, or money in chinese)* repetitively, if you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it a 6/10, for a creative piece like this, to where most props is given due to it's creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesh, I'm having my IELTS exam this saturday. Wish me luck people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-485946396904788170?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/485946396904788170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=485946396904788170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/485946396904788170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/485946396904788170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sushi-and-horror.html' title='Sushi and Horror'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SecTLFdmDBI/AAAAAAAAD5A/-e9yKYJ2oIQ/s72-c/DSC02209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-7701334533515215734</id><published>2009-04-13T20:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:54:32.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a 4 days streak.</title><content type='html'>Hola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02195.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few days of being stuck as a Kaspersky promoter at PC Fair, I am now happy to say, the 3 days of torment have officially ended, much to my delight. Well, this is my first experience of working at a pc fair! So, it's quite a memorable and fun one :D I'll come back to this at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministry of Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02160.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02160.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This round, it's with all beloved classmates, and some other friends as well :D Some of the girls in my class haven't been to MOS before so they were actually quite desperate, i mean, excited for it. Some even said they can't sleep the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Dickson came to pick me up, along with zhi san and lay yee, and then to the LRT station for Yuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shan: Eh come let's take picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: In the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shan: Yeah take now :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: Ok then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02163.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02163.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, seriously I'm a lousy self-camwhorer XD Repeated so many shots till I give up la. P.s: I'm not the one desperate to take pics ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02168.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02168.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with chew win and wei yi at Sunway Pyramid to have our dinner. Chose Kim Gary as our dinner spot. Well imagine the girls wearing formal dresses entering Kim Gary, hmmh, sure become spotlight ad I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02172.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing much to say about Kim Gary actually. Typical hongkee style restaurant, with all the cheese baked stuffs, to be frank I'm quite sick of it actually. Sigh, but since it's convenient, and deciding where to eat is like a fucking pain in this ass. Kim Gary is not so much of a bad choice after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02174.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02174.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as for me. I ordered a pork chop rice. Decent portion, mediocre pork, but too much gravy, and a bit too spicy for my liking. Note before clubbing: To prevent throwing out or having stomach discomfort, remember to eat something filling or have some mild oily food before drinking. So as to say.. I'm smart enough to eat some fattening stuffs ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, me and dick went outside to walk around to have some fresh air. We headed to euphoria to check on the price. It was just 5 minutes before 9.30 and the bouncers told us we're allowed to enter for free. Obviously our immediate thought was that since it's free why not we go in first and wait the girls to come coz they won't have to pay. Called the girls up to ask them to settle the bill first coz it's already 9.30 and if we go out and come back in, we won't be given a free pass. Why would we want to spend another 20 bucks to go in for nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the conversation with the girls got a little bit debative, where each of us arguing for something. It's our fault actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We completely neglected the fact that I left my bag at Kim Gary. And of course we can't just let the girls to walk all the way to the parking like that right? So, sorry la mates, didn't mean to be so un-gentleman, really. Now that I think of it I feel bad also. please read this part TQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02177.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02177.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 girls who entered Euphoria for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02178.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The board of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02180.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who got puke right outside of sunway hotel, and not getting halao away from the guards. XD wow lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02181.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02182.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, dramas. The first time I've encountered so much drama in a club. The above one is one XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02183.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosaic my face coz I really ruin the photo with my ulgy baboonish red face. Woohahahahha, the girls that night were quite wild, well maybe they have improved :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. there's this ultimate drama of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02344.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[photo ripped directly from &lt;a href="http://angeline72.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angeline&lt;/a&gt; - XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunt got so drunk that night, he was almost out of control. I got the shock of my life when I leave euphoria to hunt for my friends outside, only to know that wei yi was looking for me urgently and told me something like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WY: EH WHERE U GO!?!??! HUNT WENT TO HOSPITAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*still blur due to alcohol*&lt;/span&gt; WHAT THE SERIOUSLY?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WY: YA LA HE GOT DRUNK N THEN FELL N THEN KNOCK HIS HEAD!!! NOW SENT TO HOSPITAL AD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking that his head burst or something or some serious shit*&lt;/span&gt; OMG OMG WHAT NOW HOW NOW EH U SURE MOU!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WY: Yes la, he fell down and knock his head now his friend send his to sunway hospital already. called his dad from klang and his dad coming now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: Walao.. how can this even happen lor kanina.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, he was alright. Was admitted for a CT-scan to see if there's any brain concussion, the result was a relief. Lol, I think at that point of time he still didn't know what happened to him XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other stuffs which happened during that night, for which I'm not saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just jump to the conclusion where that night was a totally different experience ;) fun, yet dramatic, in a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02186.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did after reaching home at 3.30am? Sleep and wake up at 7a.m tomorrow to work at PC Fair! With only about 2-3 hours of sleep the night before, I'm really surprised I actually managed to survive my first day. Thanks to the cup of coffee which kept me awake from my drowsiness in the morning, and the crowd which kept me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02192.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02200.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the day. Everything was a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02198.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02198.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, working in PC fair was a fairly new experience, in fact an exhilarating one. Met a lot of nice new people there, it's quite worth it :D Once again, THANK KIU MEI ZHEN FOR BRINGING ME THIS JOB EHEH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-7701334533515215734?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7701334533515215734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=7701334533515215734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7701334533515215734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7701334533515215734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-4-days-streak.html' title='It&apos;s a 4 days streak.'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8126179375487510403</id><published>2009-04-09T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:29:29.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr....</title><content type='html'>Errr.... just to make my blog look more alive, I think I should blog a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had business study's exam on monday, which marked the end of our trial exam. Wootz. Celebrated at Greenbox sg, wang after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And basically the rest was just getting exam papers and stuffs. Much to my surprised, I scored a really unexpected results for my accounting! Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flipped open accounting 2 paper, reads the first question, first reaction: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spent like 10 mins trying to understand the question, but to no avail. Flipped to the next page quickly; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;walao SI MI SAI LAI DE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares at the time anxiously; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shit 1 hour + left, and I haven't write a shit yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*quickly proceeded to 3rd question, read through, try my best to just do whatever I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else, oh yesh, I'll be going Euphoria tonight, text me if any of you are going there later :D or you can meet me at PC fair on friday, sat and sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be working as kaspersky promoter huhahahahhaha, I seriously dunno whether will I screw my first day of job, judging the fact that I'll be much like a half alive zombie after a tiring clubbing session. You guys should know that I'm not used to sleeping late :( Wish me luck peepz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, just so you know. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KASPERSKY IS THE BEST ANTI-VIRUS YOU CAN GET TO PROTECT YOU! PLEASE GET UR COMP PROTECTED ASAP IF YOU FREQUENTLY GO ONLINE!!!!! (esp: xxx.sites) and most importantly, GET UR KASPERSKY PRODUCT FROM ME OKAY........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8126179375487510403?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8126179375487510403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8126179375487510403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8126179375487510403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8126179375487510403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/errr.html' title='Errr....'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-5027645604060115477</id><published>2009-04-03T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:26:56.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>earthie hour</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 days my parents were not at home. No parents at home = no food = no people to pamper = no one to take care of you. wah i sound like a baby wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels abit lonely, but at the same time, it's quite a nice thing :D i mean for a momentary period of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom went to Club Med under her company trip for 4 days, dad went melaka for his business trip for about a week plus. So yeah, me, bro, and my sis are those who are left dominating the house currently, as well as the 2 cars parked outside my house :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total freedom weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note, I haven't get myself a new network card yet! hence the result of me using this cacated notebook, no game, no nothing, but I'm still able to download some movies to watch la. sigh never liked the feeling of typing on a lappie, and I never really like to use stuffs that do not belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02109.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/DSC02109.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the picture above? No my house didn't black out. It was my dad's idea to support earth hour. Owh, how surprising, and devoted of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to last year's earth hour, this year I've seen a tremendous increase of promotion for this campaign, via media's advertising especially. No wonder so many people seemed to get their ass involved, heck even some of my neighbours did switch off their lights, to show their support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/DSC02112.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While me on the other hand, I hid myself in a room, shut the door and switched on the light. Not because I don't want to support this campaign, but I actually need to study for my coming trials. Speaking of trials, ah let this be in the next post then, all I can say is, big sigh. (well actually i spent the hour reading p.s i love you. walaoeh this book is a must read wei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing about earth hour. Somehow I really feel this campaign is nothing but hypocritical. We all know the world is experiencing global warming, we all know we should do something, we all know we should start to recycle and we all know we should start protecting the environment. Yes, we all know we should. Instead of doing something more practical and worthwhile, campaign like this turned up. I know it acts as a reminder, to warn us about the effect of mother nature, of what she is capable of doing, about the importance of preserving this land we call earth, but is it really neccesary to switch off the light for only 1 hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my very own assumption, say if the entire nation switches off the light for 1 hour, the amount of electricity saved may be beyond one can ever imagine, but does that really mean it has achieved it's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/DSC02110.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth hour was supposed to commemorate earth as our only source of life, to protect and preserve it while we can, but not switching off the lights for merely an hour. We may have shown our interest in protecting the earth by participating in the 1 hour light switching thingie, BUT HAVE ANYONE REALLY CARED AFTER THAT EARTH HOUR ENDED?  No, I don't see people stop using plastic bags and stuffs, I don't see people quit smoking or doing whatever part they can trying to save this land. It's like after the event, everything went back to way it should be, leaving a false impression to those that have deliberately switched off their lights, thinking that they have done their part saving the earth. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of doing this is futile, not to mention unnecessary, in my humblest opinion. In everything there's a good and bad, there is of course greatness behind this motive in which I don't deny, but what I really think is, this event is nothing more but sheer hypocrisy which some people and there are always people who are trying to obtain benefit out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the role of saving the world is more than just switching off your light for one hour in a year, just for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPPPPPPPPPPPP/SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this with utmost delight to say that, MY DESKTOP IS FINALLY BACK AND ALIVE OMGAIGOWAD CANU BELLLIIIEEVEEE IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok not like it's unbelievable but fuck man, i've been living without my desktop for about a week! But then again, it's a blessing in disguise! It went kapoot at the right time, which allowed me more time to study. wheeee. but in return i have to offer my 1 week of leisure time and RM20 for a new network card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAM DI DUM DI SAT ON THE WALL HUM DI DAM DEE FELL ON THE FLOOR. ok i'm a bit estatic over here, pardon me. k thanks bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-5027645604060115477?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5027645604060115477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=5027645604060115477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5027645604060115477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5027645604060115477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/earthie-hour.html' title='earthie hour'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/th_DSC02109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-3282729608221182772</id><published>2009-04-02T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:03:44.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>I know most of my post have been filled with words lately, and I believe most of you won't bother finish reading it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'll include some photos here, as for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks ago, during my 1 week semester break, I had the opportunity to work as a milo promoter, promoting milo of course. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/DSC02042.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that was my milo booth. My job was simple. Prepare and set up the booth, mix the stuffs, and start serving the customers. There's no sales target, just a product trial for customers to know about the new Milo fuze 3 in 1 - ais kool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time working as a promoter, and I think it was quite a pleasant experience. My duty was to serve Milo at a gym, and to um, educate the customers. Working hours was supposed to start from 5pm to 10pm, but i started late, due to some circumstances, and I believe it's an advantage also, cause I don't have to stand that long. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was 1 thing I wasn't completely happy about, the uniform. My supervisor gave me my uniform (M sized), but much too my surprise, it was more like a girl's M sized uniform. He told me he was told that it was for guys (that's what the people at the company assured him btw), but wtf wei, when I looked at it, it's obviously is too small for my gigantic size! I have been shopping for men's cloth for more than 18 years ad, you think I can't tell whether the size is too small to even fit for a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about him is, unlike some superior who won't give a fuck if you were to work with stripped clothes, he's exceptionally nice. He himself also felt skeptical about the size of the uniform, so he actually took the liberty to call the office and asked if they have any larger sizes left. (the company's at PJ btw, demopower) After assisting me in setting up the booth, he left and headed back to the office, to get his errands done, and to see if he can get me a bigger sized cloth for me to fit in. Sigh, in the mean time, I of course, have to squeeze my umm *cough* "FIT" *cough* body into that tiny piece of shit. Lucky for me, I'm not that tall, because the uniform just managed to cover my belly nicely, if not my big bloated stomach would have been visible, like those belly dancers' costume and people would actually think i'm a gigollo or some horny creepy milo promoter or maybe some insane thailand tranny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like fitting an elepant into a skirt, but luckily it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor came back after an hour or so, but too bad there was no larger sized uniforms left. He said I looked just fine, and whatever la i just carried on with my job anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually complemented by the owner of the gym, which kinda flattered me, so yeah, it adds up to my nice working experience. O yeah it's clark-hatch gym @ crown plaza, quite a nice place actually, friendly staffs and trainer, can consider joining them if you want :D Those trainers there were so friendly they keep asking me to join them for a work out o.O but I have a job with me, so responsibility comes first before anything :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, i didn't say nice stuffs about the gym because i was complemented xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started packing up at about 9.30 when there's not much people left, and then went upstairs to take a peep at the gym. Big, and impressive, and I was actually the last person to leave the gym, those staffs were like: wah still here ah? Jom balik. Ya sure, I balik u pay my salary ok, of course that's not what I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02067.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/DSC02067.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, that sums up to my 1 day promoter working experience! Now here's about the concert which was held, last week I think at Connaught avenue! Right beside challenger sports complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02068.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/DSC02068.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a free concert, to promote the new unit/area/condo/apartment I'm not really sure, which will be built in Connaught Avenue. But the highlights of the day was of course not about the coming up apartments, it's about the CELEBRITIES FROM HONG KONG AND MALAYSIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/DSC02069.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, it's not all those unpopular celebrities okay, in fact some of them are real big time favourites! I kid you not, when my brother told me about the celebrities involved for this free concert during dinner, I told him don't be silly, cause normally for a free concert they will only hire those caplanks and maybe one or 2 good ones, somemore to promote the new housing developing area only leh. In my assumption, I thought it'll be those local bands which I'm not really a fan of them, and didn't bother much of course, those big ass people coming down to perform just seemed too good to be true. However, after we reached home, he immediately rummaged the house for the flier and slapped me on my face with all the BIG TIME CELEBS photos imprinted on the flier, figuratively speaking, to prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/DSC02085.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaoeh, got belalang, got the dudu cheng ex-boyfriend, got the Ah bee (so as they call him), gary, the fat guy (now one of the TRIO GAME SHOW EMCEE), one lead singer from beyond, and the last one I donno who he is. This is the first time in history I know 9/10 of the artists who will be performing in a free concert! But still, I really didn't take much interest on it since I was having a yum cha appointment with my friends at 9 something, plus most of them are those old old singers, so was a bit reluctant to go initially but since I have to drive my brother to challenger for badminton and my dad was eager to go and have a look, we stayed there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/DSC02072.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no dissapointment. We found ourselves a spot where it's not so crowded from the concert area, in front of a housing area, where many families and people came out to watch, some even took their own chairs and foods from the house, watch and eat at the same time. Funny, but typical of the aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/DSC02078.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a bit boring at first, but after beyond came out, things started to intrigue me. This was the first time i've listened to only 2 (not any more than that) beyond's song live, and those 2 are my favourites as well! Things got even better after that when Gary Cao made appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/DSC02082.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I've never expected gary to be such a friendly playful singer. He was funny and entertaining, and unlike those cold jokes some singer try to crack sometimes, his was really bloody hillarious, which I had a good time laughing. What's even better was his songs, and I think he's a bloody talented singer, with his bloody amazing vocal and power, he made his way through one of the bloody best male artist in the music industry. I know I sound like a bloody british for all the bloodines. Anywayyyy, he sang about 5 songs, 1 new song, and the best was obviously MY WAY - with his ability to switch his vocal intensity to high and low, it's a really bloody well performed song. Watch my video below to see him perform live ;D but the live version was of course 10x better, literally speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry for the terrible photos, tau la, from a 3.2 megapixel camera, with SUPERBLY LOUSY ZOOM FUNCTION, this is the best you can capture at night, i just posted it for the sake of showing gary's blurred face xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EY9_FaCyI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EY9_FaCyI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm officially one of gary's fan already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-3282729608221182772?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3282729608221182772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=3282729608221182772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3282729608221182772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3282729608221182772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Concert/th_DSC02042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-1775175556835851827</id><published>2009-03-28T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:43:35.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not missing</title><content type='html'>A brief update to prove that well, I'm.. still.. alive.. but not so much alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to update, because.. my daily blog reader visits declined so drastically my jaw practically dropped to the ground. I kid you not. It's not like I have a lot of readers anyway, but now it's even LESSER! kns kns come back come back people don't leave this o-lovely-little blog of mine. wtf i sound so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayssss, just when I thought Friday was a day I can finally relax, have a game of dota while enjoying my vitagen (unlike people who usually drinks coffee while doing their work, hmm, let's just say i'm the special case) Something went wrong with my computer, it didn't do what it was supposed to do, that is, to connect to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought something went wrong with the modem, no. It was my network card (I presumed), I think it went cuckoo and have finally decided to make my life miserable. Sigh, INTERNET IS LIKE THE MOSTEST IMPORTANT TOOL WHENEVER I SWITCHED ON MY COMP! To me, a comp without internet is basically nothing but shit, I think it's fundamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life without internet = dull = cannot de-stress = no dota = i will die without a good source of entertainment. Imagine one day you want to shit badly, but the shit just won't come out, it got stuck in your anal, and you'll feel unconfortable for the rest of the day. Hm, the metaphor of using shit is a bit unappropriate, but I'm just trying to describe that "feeling". I may have exaggerated in the tiniest bit but, you can't deny the significance of it! I have been accustomed to online-ing almost every day (even for a few minutes) ever since form 3. It has taken a spot in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do habits change easily? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sould like a pathetic internet geek so, I know, I should get a life, yeah to hell with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog a lot of stuffs! But it'll all be in the next few post, seriously. Think my brain got stuck with all the shit loads of accounting equations, labels and my mind is currently blank right now. A minute before i started writing this I have a million and one things to blog about, but now, it just seemed like it went blank. Oh well, guess my brain works incoherently with my thoughts. Ish, bad sign of excessive studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go back for more studying and inflict more damges on my brain. Poor thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-1775175556835851827?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1775175556835851827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=1775175556835851827&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1775175556835851827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1775175556835851827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-missing.html' title='I&apos;m not missing'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-6911526577509945451</id><published>2009-03-17T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:31:24.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday.</title><content type='html'>Oh yesh, it's teh long awaited holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a fun one, because most of my time will be dedicated into book worshiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everybody is starting to think that I'm actually studying most of the time. (they kinda have this thought when they don't see me online, seriously, lots of people thinks so!), how I wish I was really studying in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously me being the number 1 procrastinator, this can hardly happen. In fact, I don't think I can finish mugging all my books in such a short time. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just 4 days time, most of my time has been spent by patronizing the following places;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One utama&lt;br /&gt;Mid Valley&lt;br /&gt;Tropicana City&lt;br /&gt;KLIA - LCCT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day with a different place, different agenda. No, I didn't go there to shop, not like I have the cash anyway, despite the mega sales temptation has already begun. It's either my relatives came, or to fetch my mom to work and back home, in which by doing so, I'll "sun-bian" drop by the place to walk and see see for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the reason of why I need to fetch my mom to work. If some of you didn't know, her car was involved in an accident few weeks back, I think about 3-4 weeks ago to be specific. How the accident took place was a rather amusing one, although I should feel bad because it happened. Hm, like whatever la okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning, she was rushing to her work place again as usual. So, there was this corner she has to turn, and after the turning there was a fruit stall located alongside the pavement of the road. Obviously when you need to turn, you gotta slow down and grip the steering properly right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she only steered with 1 hand, with another holding something else or picking up something *picture jay chow drifting his tofu car with one hand* all the way up to a point where, sadly, her one-hand-grip was so strong it seemed to be magnetizing the steering. and obviously the drift failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome? The car went off the road, and it rammed against the poor, poor fruit stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some coconuts and durians which were hanging fell upon the car and crushed the engine, resulting in damage of the gearbox. sigh, if only my parents were smart enough to pick up those fallen fruits back for us to eat! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: pun intended, the real thing may not be such&lt;/span&gt;. Because we paid [insert unknown figure here] of money to compensate them you know!.. kanasai. No fruits, $$ lost, samore car broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the guy who was sitting inside the fruit stall got the shock of his life when he saw a car crashing into him. Luckily, nobody was harmed, my mom still has her skills. I should be glad, and I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dad called the insurance guy, then it was sent away for repair. Sending the car to repair under insurance's compensation is one hell of a problematic shit. Seriously, when you make your payment, they will be smiling at you, but then when you want to claim something from their company, they will tell you how long how long this that will take and shits like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows how efficient Malaysian can be, what to do, we ought to be used to system which applies generally to most of the working fields, (might be a stereotypical statement, but just look at OUR STREAMYX LA, need I say more?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, THE CAR STILL HASN'T COME BACK YET! imagine the trouble my mom has to go through either by taking public transport or sometimes, we the obedient sons and husband would have to fetch her through and fro &gt;:( fark the foremen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-6911526577509945451?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6911526577509945451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=6911526577509945451&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6911526577509945451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6911526577509945451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/holiday.html' title='Holiday.'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-4450994250546967462</id><published>2009-03-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:46:24.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to go demopower</title><content type='html'>Toady just marked my longest LRT trip ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, to spend like 2 farting hours plus in a LRT suck to the core can. Through and fro I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather take a bus where I can go in, find a nice and comfy seat, and doze off like a gorilla. Reminds me of my time during secondary, where the bus ride home is my ideal nap time. I don't really take naps at home, fyi. Not that you can't sleep in a LRT, just that I ain't used to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm going to somewhere far all by my own, gotta be more alert right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do some math. I departed from taman melati station (the second last station for Gombak Line), headed all the way to Kelana Jaya (the last station). A staggering amount of 23 stations! Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i reached the last station, walked out from the LRT, finally the freedom of walking like a free man after a long train ride, and then proceeded to the exit. When I slowly approaches the ticketing machine, that was when I realized how come the surrounding has changed so drastically. Then it has occurred to me that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH Fuck! where the fuart am I now??!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megahai, I went down at the wrong station. Called mom first to double check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: harlo ah miee, I go down from Kelana Jaya station to demopower izzit?? Take bus 629 right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mom: Ya la! Eh i tell u don't wait the bus if u can't make it in time, take taxi, very near only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Bus629 right, sure Kelana Jaya!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mom: Ya if you reach d call me later i got stuffs to do now bye. Remember take taxi if no bus! *slams phone hurrily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, still feeling about skeptical about her response, I decided to clarify the matter with another friend of mine, wei yuan. (because he went demopower with me last time) I've been there once before, for your info, surroundings couldn't have changed that fast. He told me he was positive it was Asia Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, lucky me, I haven't exit the station yet. If not gotta waste another buck buying another ticket to Asia Jaya. I went back to the waiting alley and headed to Asia Jaya instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 stations from there. 23+4 = 27! the first station to the last only consists of 23 stations, and I, have made a record for traveling 27 stations in putra LRT :) in one single journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 years old so big boy liao also can go wrong station, malu until...  No thanks to my mom who keep jampi me with KELANA KELANA KELANA JAYA. btw, kelana do rhymes with asia, kelana asia kelana asia aahhhh screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarded on a bus and reached there safely. However, I got lost in the farking buildings again sigh. WHY ON EARTH MUST THERE BE SO MANY TOWERS WAN ZZZZZZZ. Have to call my supervisor again to annoy her. Luckily she's a supar patient lady, else I would've died a horrible death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a guide to demopower, I'm doing it for future reference (you know how wonderful my memory works), or it simply serves as a mere guide on how to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Putra LRT to Asia Jaya station. Take bus 629, which goes all the way to Eastin Hotel, and get off from there. Walk all the way from the bus stop, towards the big ass board written Eastin Hotel on it, observe Phileo Damansara II, and turn right. It's called titanium tower if not mistaken. Locate a mamak called Phurnama Cahaya, and find the lift located on the left side, and go all the way to the 8th floor. And there you go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training was boring, but it was for my job so what the hell, boring also must attend. I guess I'm the only inexperienced kid there, who hasn't work as a promoter before! I can feel that those people under the same project were experienced ones, must be my mom who helped me to get this job XD by pestering her friends from that agency ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I'M GONNA WORK AT RENAISSANCE HOTEL OR POSSIBLY KLCC next thursday, in front of a gym to serve Milo Fuze from 5pm to 10pm! My project mainly targets the gym goers, so.. come pay me a visit for some free chilled milo drinks, at the same time having the opportunity to observe the big ass handsome buffed muscle builders or fit sexy figured to chicks going in and out from the gym ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come come :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me 9 stations to reach Masjid Jamek. Accumulated figure = 27+9 = 36, plus about 10 stations of star? 46. wow, 46 stations in a day. how very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaysss... just in case I continue to bore you people with my wonderful rant of me as if I just took a zillion times of LRT, here's some stuffs which happened a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbPZ2aRpNZI/AAAAAAAAD3U/IENtsGjxmW8/s1600-h/DSC01965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbPZ2aRpNZI/AAAAAAAAD3U/IENtsGjxmW8/s400/DSC01965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827914389435794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was this japanese fair which was held in UCSI, last thursday. Japanese stuffs, anime, games, mini games, cosplays, japanese foods, those were the stuffs a japanese fair should have la. Missed their dance performance coz we went there late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbPZ2oWnbII/AAAAAAAAD3c/OOSIuGw0QG4/s1600-h/DSC01968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbPZ2oWnbII/AAAAAAAAD3c/OOSIuGw0QG4/s400/DSC01968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827918168386690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend asked me to go, so yeah XD must give face a bit even though I agreed to attend at the very last minute. Picked up zhi san and twin sister as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both looked like one another, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbPZ2OFIesI/AAAAAAAAD3M/ARJVTiKJeTU/s1600-h/DSC01967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbPZ2OFIesI/AAAAAAAAD3M/ARJVTiKJeTU/s400/DSC01967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827911115733698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But with 3 years of age gap, how could it be possible for them to be twins right? Despite being mistaken by many people, they really looked very much alike, I almost - and i emphasize, almost mistaken them as one another XD oh my fat growing little sister, rofl i'm not saying i'm thin alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbPZ1qTAIgI/AAAAAAAAD3E/Evd16wNJhOs/s1600-h/DSC01964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbPZ1qTAIgI/AAAAAAAAD3E/Evd16wNJhOs/s400/DSC01964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827901510230530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite a nice event, it was held at the new UCSI building. My first impression? That building was absolutely beautiful, it's architecture, design and everything, so modernized and equipped on the outside. Compare with my college ah? Die lor like that XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUH7qD54dI/AAAAAAAAD4E/wtH9Poa2DQM/s1600-h/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUH7qD54dI/AAAAAAAAD4E/wtH9Poa2DQM/s400/DSC01991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311160057037709778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above and below are the vain pots who can't resist hello kitty, or m.a.c whatever kitty minie brand it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUH7B420UI/AAAAAAAAD30/jPN__ZEPgYE/s1600-h/DSC01985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUH7B420UI/AAAAAAAAD30/jPN__ZEPgYE/s400/DSC01985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311160046253953346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They was having a m.a.c product expo kind of thing at Mid Valley ground level, which allows people to have a make over by applying the hello kittie make ups, to promote their products and brand of course. Professional make up artists were the people in charged of giving you a make over, takkan find a janitor right, duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUH7McpxpI/AAAAAAAAD3s/TC0cpxLRM7s/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUH7McpxpI/AAAAAAAAD3s/TC0cpxLRM7s/s400/DSC01984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311160049088448146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, it's rather sad to say because guys were also attracted to hello kittieness the cat. Meows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUH71Po4CI/AAAAAAAAD4M/9ZGJOelJkyE/s1600-h/DSC01992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUH71Po4CI/AAAAAAAAD4M/9ZGJOelJkyE/s400/DSC01992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311160060039716898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah btw, the black cat in the tight outfit is Jay from Malaysia Dream Girl! She really do look stunningly hot in that outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUIJtwkT3I/AAAAAAAAD4U/_mcGk2G16CM/s1600-h/DSC01994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUIJtwkT3I/AAAAAAAAD4U/_mcGk2G16CM/s400/DSC01994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311160298548514674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yesh, balloons, the classic part. Hello Kitty balloons. Limited edition &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*konon*&lt;/span&gt; balloons. Balloons that drove the crowd mad. Everyone was practically bitch fighting their way up to grab this fascinating all charming balloon. Like those aunties in the pasar fighting to buy those RM1 cheap bras. Okay a bit too far-fetched of an explanation? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbPZ5GXwQMI/AAAAAAAAD3k/kQHcsa1Zjz4/s1600-h/DSC01981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbPZ5GXwQMI/AAAAAAAAD3k/kQHcsa1Zjz4/s400/DSC01981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827960585961666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is one example of a girl who got her appearance changed after the magic of make over. Too bad the lighting kinda screwed the photo up, ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guys should also consider using make ups one day, no? XD and before you start to shoot back, the beauty industry for men facial products and make ups are embarking like nobody's business already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUH7S_F3KI/AAAAAAAAD38/iFZIFVisujs/s1600-h/DSC01987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUH7S_F3KI/AAAAAAAAD38/iFZIFVisujs/s400/DSC01987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311160050843507874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of balloons! I don't fancy the balloons, but what intrigues me was the crowd who rushed to the stage like crazy barbarians just to grab a balloon from the models!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me, being a kepo, wanted to enjoy such madness as well :D :D I headed to the stage, amidst in the crowd of people with their foul and smelly armpits, who extends their hands all the way to the stage and desperately die die also want to get a balloon from the models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First round, balloon habis tapi I tak dapat. I oughtn't give up, ought I? Then there was a second round. Balloons. you're doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Chew win who looked desperate as well, wanted to grab the balloon too! I promised her I'll get one for her if I got it, and then she went away. Note: my point of getting the balloon is not just to get the balloon, all I want was the fun of getting a balloon! Haha, this is how a 19 year old kid like me acts. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted, Jay i love u, jay i am ur fan wtf I actually said that so unbalivablyamazingwoah canuuBEBIEEVEEEITZZORR?? Probably she got attracted to my manly screams, so then she turned to me, gave me a cheerful smile and handed the balloon right to my hand! HAHAHAHA wei, no joke no joke, the malay lady beside me stared at me with the WTF looked somemore XD In your face booo! coz Jay was trying to be fair and she threw the balloon to whoever grabs it, but that startled the crowd even more, really, YOU HAVE TO REALLY GRAB THE BALLOON! and not let go. Walaoeh it's really a classic to see what people can do just for the sake of getting a hello kittieness cutie ass balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUIKcKRghI/AAAAAAAAD4s/zLMTmC9xjS4/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbUIKcKRghI/AAAAAAAAD4s/zLMTmC9xjS4/s400/DSC01999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311160311004365330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling satisfied, I took the balloon, like a 3 years old smiling gaily with a balloon on his hand, struts my way back to my group of friends. Then I saw Yuki, who again looked depressed, so me being a super gentlman, I gave her my balloon to cheer her up! see i have a soft spot for people who looked depressed for not getting a balloon, how noble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the balloons-give-away, Chew Win returned to us with much disappointment on her face. I told her I gave the balloon away. She was even more depressed XD and blamed me for not keeping my promise rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't expect a balloon would matter that much, would it? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: If you notice a big shrink in sizes of photos, that's because I decided to use blogger upload, although faster, but smaller. Hm, guess i'll use photobucket back coz I don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-4450994250546967462?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4450994250546967462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=4450994250546967462&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4450994250546967462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4450994250546967462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/cosplay-cosplay.html' title='How to go demopower'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbPZ2aRpNZI/AAAAAAAAD3U/IENtsGjxmW8/s72-c/DSC01965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-6121656375686455190</id><published>2009-03-08T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:29:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little story</title><content type='html'>I was descending down the stairways from a pedestrian bridge. While passing by a mother and a child, I overheard their conversation. (not that I'm a busy body ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy around the age of 3 or 4 was saying something to his mother while descending down the steep staircase with his unpoised feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child: 妈咪。。等等我。。（伸出手）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: 好好， 妈等你。 （轻轻地抓住那双小手）&lt;br /&gt;             妈咪现在等你， 那你长大后会不会等我啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child: 哦！会！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: 以后妈咪的手就给你牵了。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation dalam Bahasa Ang Moh.&lt;br /&gt;Child: Mommy, wait for me please (extends hand so that the mom can hold'em)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Alright alright, I'll wait you. (grabs the child's hand softly)&lt;br /&gt;             If I wait you for now, will you wait for me after you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child: Yes ! Will !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Then I'll let you hold my hands in the future k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I feel the conversation in Chinese is much more appealing than the translation in English, probably due to the fact I suck in translating? XD But anyway, this conversation meant something to me. I used to remember holding my mom's hand all the time wherever I go, even some days now, when we're shopping in some malls, I'll still hold my mom's hands once in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this child, I see a deep and pure affection of love towards his mother, and the same goes from the mother. I really wonder, do all the promises we made to our parents are always something we take for granted? I felt bad for being such a terrible son, other than feeling sorry about it, I always choose to do nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should start to appreciate it, before there should be any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: If you find this story touching in the slightest means, here's a funny part. The mom was carrying a newly bought cane on the other side of her hand, I guess to whack is to love? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbOPQSUZ9LI/AAAAAAAAD28/PwpvbSWTAqs/s1600-h/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbOPQSUZ9LI/AAAAAAAAD28/PwpvbSWTAqs/s400/DSC01952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310745895558050994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scratched my beloved Espirit watch against a sink!! How WTF WEI!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like my best and most precious birthday gift from my friends &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the most expensive gift I've ever received)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and yet, A BIG FKING SCRATCH! I'm sorry pals, for not taking care of my watch properly *shed tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck that stupid sink. n fuck myself. bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-6121656375686455190?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6121656375686455190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=6121656375686455190&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6121656375686455190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6121656375686455190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-story.html' title='Little story'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SbOPQSUZ9LI/AAAAAAAAD28/PwpvbSWTAqs/s72-c/DSC01952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-7974367330683569617</id><published>2009-03-07T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:09:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was a kid, every evening when the clock strikes 5pm, it simply means outdoor time. Me and my brother will leave the house, along with some of my other neighbors and meet up along the road side, to do what kids used to do back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, playing hide and seeks was the best part of all. Our hide and seek is not just the conventional hide-behind-a-tree kind of game. Normally we would hide ourselves under the drain where it's dark and gloomy, and the seeker would have to rummage through the narrow dirty drainage alley, and chase us from there. Yeah, it was one hell of a filthy game, imagine the rats, shits and germs that could have infested the place and yet, I have no fricken idea why would I be involved in such a game. Kids, kids.. It was fun, though, if my memory serves me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we would stay by our neighbor's house to play the old version Video game, until our mom calls us back for dinner. All these fun were only momentary. As we entered primary schools, we no longer mix with our neighbors so frequently anymore. From occasional Hi and Bye, these common greetings has gradually lost it's significance, until it has completely diminished. Yes, we no longer greet one another, it was as if we were complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my primary school mates, I remember visiting my best friends' house once in a while when I was bored just to talk or play around. And that didn't last long ever since I entered secondary school as well. Again, as I moved on, I became lazier and lazier to catch up with my old friends, and ultimately to a point where I could no longer be bothered about their lives, and have slowly have them replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. question is, what went wrong? Do friendship not last? Do we just forget one another when time passes? Am I such a sucker in maintaining a phrase I used to say, friendship forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do value friendship, I do value people who were nice to me, I do value people who helped and guided me through my voyage of life, for that it will be a legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incident kinda flashed through my mind one afternoon while I was having my lunch with my friends. We were talking about friends, and I can't help but to be carried away by this piece of memory down the vista of time when, where each bits of images projected in my mind tells me about the fun times we spent together, and when our relationship were as close as brethren and sisters. Love is involved, but in the form of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, some incident just took place all of it's sudden. Trust and betrayal were at it's stakes. Our friendship was put on a trial, everything that has seemed real and honest before, now seemed surreal. It's almost like a physiological battle amongst one another, like in a game of mafia (if you have played it before, the game is really exciting and intriguing, fyi.), where you have to find out the murderer by suspecting the players in the game. This incident has inflicted a wound - that no matter how it was treated, the wound will still leave a scar, regardless of whatever treatment it was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till today, no answers has been revealed. The issue seems to be resolved on the out side, but only in the inside we knew, something has been hidden, something has not been disclosed, and that something has left us a permanent scar, imprinted on this piece of friendship. To say that I don't wanna know what went wrong is an obvious lie, but if my curiosity outplayed it's role, I'm afraid things could have gone far more worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a spilled bean, once out, the consequences will be forever remarked. Things will never be normal again since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-7974367330683569617?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7974367330683569617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=7974367330683569617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7974367330683569617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7974367330683569617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-639948850345329357</id><published>2009-03-05T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:39:31.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My beloved Class</title><content type='html'>Eh guys, if you happen to stumble across this post, JUST FARKING watch the video below k :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mek5GPE_vL0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mek5GPE_vL0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch watch watch just watch can alreaddddddddddddddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my beloved class mates, this is not a question, it's an order, WATCH THE VIDEO !#(@#(@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration was sudden, and spontaneous, I happen to have those 2 gila video with me, and hence why not producing a good output for public viewings? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, and comment if you want, tq mates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-639948850345329357?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/639948850345329357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=639948850345329357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/639948850345329357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/639948850345329357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-beloved-class.html' title='My beloved Class'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-1135199931943674639</id><published>2009-02-28T23:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:47:02.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little not too personal</title><content type='html'>I wanted to do this some time ago, so let's just say I was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, my 10 big secrets reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a strong curiosity in almost everything, hence the resultant of me being "sam pat" in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad secret keeper sometimes, don't ask me why. Think twice or thrice before telling me a secret, don't even think of starting it, because I'm good at persuading you to think it's safe to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to choose between money and friendship, I'll give money a slightly higher priority. Sorry to say, I live in a materialistic world, you just have to suck that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who don't speak using their brain are equivalent to mosquitoes, they will die a pathetic death after they suck your blood out of your epidermis, i.e, being squashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really need to do something, I will do it immediately. If I really want to do something, chances are I'll delay it until it is really necessary. The difference between wants and needs are, a perception my mind use to manipulate the truth of me being nothing but a pitiful slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never gotten number 1 or first prize (solo) in anything of my life before, a sign of me being a terrible failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moral teacher once taught me, you must work hard in everything you do, she quoted :"if you want to become a thief, be the most successful thief", the key is to prevent yourself from getting caught, then you're golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory is always something I want, but the ability to win is not something I have , hence I don't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the feeling of being flattered,  even if I know it's a hypocritical sweet talk, I still enjoy the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not be selfish is to be generous on others, money is something that I cannot provide, so I'm poor and selfish for now, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the above just gave you wonderful reasons to hate me. Am I out of my mind? No. Have a gracious Sunday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-1135199931943674639?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1135199931943674639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=1135199931943674639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1135199931943674639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1135199931943674639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-not-too-personal.html' title='A little not too personal'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-9050175321281095076</id><published>2009-02-28T17:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:36:14.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Annual Academy Award</title><content type='html'>After watching the 81st Annual Academy Award, I can't help but to rave about the show, it was awesome, nothing like those awards's ceremony that I've watched before. No offense but I think the Asian entertainment industry has to work harder in terms of performing a live award ceremony show, I can't tell you what the major differences are but, just watch the freaking oscars and you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog Millionaire won 7 Oscars, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button dominated about 3, where else The Dark Night just obtained an amount of 2 Oscars, (except for one which is taken by erm, the dead joker =s, in memory of Heath Ledger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost finish downloading those nominated movies from Oscars :D Among the movies which I have watched are listed as follows;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; - a rather long movie which depicts the life of a man who grew from old to young, and how he fell in love with a particular girl, and then he dies. Sounds familiar hor? The only difference it made was that, the man grew from an ugly old hag baby to gradually becoming a handsome and more handsomer like brad pitt that kind of handsome-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER! I still feel this movie is a very touching one especially. The story, the effect and the visuals blends so well together that it made the movie worth watching. There are no actions involved, no jaw gripping scenes that will make you hold your chair tightly, however, it's the kind of story with emotions and compassion, that will make your tears drip because of the captivating affection it carries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; - a story which occurred in Mumbai, India. Don't get deceived by your first impression thinking that it is a somewhat Bollywood-like movie. Trust me, this story is one heck of an experience. The casts of this movie are basically Indians, with a team of British crews filming behind the screen. It is about a boy from a slum in India, who came from a poor background with very liminited education, winning 20 million rupee via the game show of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. Again, a bit of romance in between, but from this show, you get to really witness the life that is going on in India. All in all, there's nothing much I can say other than "yet another good and memorable film", at least this is the first time I've watched a movie like this before, brilliant story line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Duchess&lt;/span&gt; - Depicts the true story of a girl who eventually became a Duchess during the Victorian Era. Again, when it comes to a girl, it's ALWAYS ABOUT ROMANCE, and how she became rebellios, ignoring all the norms of society and chase after the guy she wanted. The story line was mediocre, the ending was average, a bit of something I expected and however so, I still feel the movie was quite nice after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows that I'm pending to watch (and have finished downloading :D)&lt;br /&gt;Milk - a movie about gay relationships, or something like that la, at least that's how the people in the Oscars put it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt - tak tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia - tak tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me end this post with a classic popular lala-ish friendster style of language;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WatcH 0LErdi niaO onix mieee tell y0uu nuR~~ Hehiexxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-9050175321281095076?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/9050175321281095076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=9050175321281095076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/9050175321281095076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/9050175321281095076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/annual-academy-award.html' title='The Annual Academy Award'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-7950441123396949611</id><published>2009-02-26T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:14:05.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunway LagoooooooOOn~!</title><content type='html'>Yipee yay yay yipee yipee yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when we were having lunch at Mc Donald's Wangsa Maju, I kinda had an idea to go somewhere since our class haven't hanged out together for some time already. Sunway Lagoon struck my mind first. It was an abrupt idea, and the response was spontaneous, a positive one I'll say :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Eh, LET'S GO SUNWAY LAGOOON THIS WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Crowd 1: Wow, nice idea wei! Let's go let's go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Crwod 2: Yeah!! OMG so long never go liao, I wanna go also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not depict the precise conversation of course but basically, the main idea was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after much contemplation, struggle, discussion, and thorough consideration, I'm glad to say, this plan succeeded, despite the fact where some people wanted to back out from this trip initially. I ought to be proud, don't I? Because many of my past experiences has reminded me of a simple fact, that whenever there's a big trip/outing, I should be contented because normally, things will just screw up during the last minute and the plan will simply vanish (you should know how people can just ffk giving u the most interesting and unbelievable reasons they can)  And this time, it was also &lt;a href="http://sai-hong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sai Hong's&lt;/a&gt; birthday on Saturday, so it's some kind of celebration cum outing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04329.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC04329.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in a relatively large group, of which consist about 17 people. I remember visiting Sunway Lagoon 2 years ago, with a bunch of &lt;s&gt;ma lat lous&lt;/s&gt; guys, about 10 of us. HAHAHA, that was a funny yet memorable trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This part is only for the MBS guys who went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the stuffs we did at the hotel??? Lol, a DVD player for "HARRY POTTER". funniest shit ever. AHAHAHA, dam farnie yet sohai la XD XD &lt;a href="http://lif3ofmin3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wei Yuan&lt;/a&gt; was the one who brought those "harry potter series" for us to enjoy :D *ccl, must read this wei, the guy who got "stimulated" the fastest :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the part above if you had no idea what you just read :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01903.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC01903.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back coming back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, those who stayed around Cheras gathered at Zhi San's house before we departed to Sunway. The girls arrived earlier to prepare sandwiches in which is STRICTLY PROHIBITED to bring into Sunway Lagoon, but what the hell, since when anybody will bother regulations like this? We left her house in 2 cars at around 9am, with &lt;a href="http://chewwingum.blogspot.com/"&gt;chew win's&lt;/a&gt; boyfriend and Zhi San driving there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01905.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC01905.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there around 9.40am, it's quite early because the park itself haven't start to operate yet. I reckon there's more pros going there early than late :D Saves a hell lot of time to que for ticket, reduces the hassles, and of course immediate turns to sit on rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01906.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC01906.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the park at separate entrances because the others parked their car elsewhere, so instead, we gathered at the locker room to meet up. Shortly after that, all of us can't wait any longer so we changed into our "SEXY" wet wears immediately, and to apply sunblocks onto our seductive body mildly and thoroughly, like those erotic advertisements that excites you when you see it on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nauseous as you may feel, just try not to puke :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04330.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC04330.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played from morning until 4 in the evening, with no food supply at all! For once I thought only guys will complain when they were starving like mad but no, the females in my class were like beasts hunting for food, literally begging us to claim their home made sandwiches from the locker room to fill their stomach. One vivid scenario which I can still remember;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wei Yi: *Face turning pale* Can we go back and eat now please??? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(with the sympathetic facial expression)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: Erm, sure! But let's just hang around a while more then we go eat la ok :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ends the phrase with a wide smirk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wei Yi: ........... ............ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(with the pissed off wtf -_- face) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me : Prepares to run away in the speed of light to avoid any further disgruntlement by her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21022009218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/21022009218.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I've played almost every single ride in Sunway Lagoon, some of which I have never tried at all despite several previous visits to lagoon. From the 360 degree rotating ship to beach volleyball, it's a wonderful experience playing in both land and water, taking intensive rides with a bunch of good friends together, shouting and yelling as if the world was yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the 360 degree ship, many people, girls especially, complained about how their &lt;s&gt;boobs&lt;/s&gt; chest hurts after the ride, and as for guys, they complained about the lower part being "pressed" too hard. Because hor, I guess too much pressure was exerted by the, umm machine which protects you from falling off, no idea what is it called but it's the THING that protects you basically. (neh those metal-plastic-cushion-coated tool which guards you one..) And as for me, I felt the pressure exerted onto my chest was a bit too much, I could barely breathe well at first, what's more for the girls with their more PROMINENT and PROTRUDING physical "asset" XD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a.k.a boobies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can is, it's a really fun day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Despite having mild flu, cough and the pre-existing torturous tongue ulcer, all the pain and unwell just healed miraculously when I indulged myself in nothing but sheer fun. In short, play &gt; unwell. Play more and you'll heal faster :D quoted by yours truly philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC04324.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4 something, we all headed back to get changed and showered. All my energies were drained out of the shouting and mad-man singing when I was being hung 360 degree downwards in the air by then. Feeling lethargic, I dragged my naked feet lazily back to the locker room, only to have discovered that my precious pwreaaty and beautiful beach sandals went missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rummaged the entire place, couldn't really believe how was it possible for my slippers to go missing like that. I recalled clearly that I placed my sandals in between of my two other friends' sandals. Being the middle one, I wonder why of all the other possible sandals that thief can steal, WHY STEAL MINE!?!?! -..........- the sandals is all I got for my feet that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh feeling crappy for being shoe-less, obviously the best suggestion others can come out with is; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;JUST TAKE OTHER PEOPLE's ONE AND RUN LORRRRRR SO EASY. &lt;/span&gt;Indeed, after much hesitation, I have decided to follow their advice and picked a pair of sandals. XD Let's put aside integrity and moral values shall we? People stole my sandals, they left me nothing to wear for my feet, takkan I walk home barefooted right? On a second thought, this is obviously stealing, it's still a crime, regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To admit that what I did was cheap and it's nothing more but an act of theft, FINE I ACCEPT THAT, call me a thief if you want, but can I be blamed entirely? Part of the blame should go to that idiot who blindly picked my buuutiful sandals :(  Given the same situation I suppose out of 10 people, 8 would have did what I did. Then again, who am I to represent the majority? It still does not give me the ticket to simply take someone's sandals right? People take my sandals, I take someone's sandals, that someone take another one's, and the circle will just go on and on in a spiral until and unless one of them would rather go home without a slippers, or if that someone has something extra to wear in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the reasons above did not justify my actions, I  still did something wrong, and for that I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01911.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC01911.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just skip to the conclusion of this incident, I really can go on talking about this XD I found my sandals back in the toilet, how interesting right. Here's how I found it. After I showered (while wearing the "new" sandals I got from the locker room) I walked to the mirror to tidy up my hair. I turned my head, trying to spot a hair dryer, and that was when something on the floor caught my attention. When I moved closer, I started to realize that object resembles the design and color of my sandals, and then as the distance approaches, I was ascertain that it was my sandals indeed! I happily wore it back, and returned my "new" sandals back to where I got it XD nobody noticed it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, I stole a pair of sandals, and then I returned it &lt;-- I still show sign of repentance ok! But that was because I got back my sandals, so no point wearing it right xD some more who knows if there's some contagious viral fungi lying beneath the slippers that will infect my leg if I continue wearing it right? At least that guy did not lose his sandals, the world is great once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, was what I did sincere or was it a crime? But are you really fit to judge me? :D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21022009220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/21022009220.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to another miraculous incident. Sai Hong a.k.a the birthday boy of the day, lost his entrance wristband! Just before you think it's no big deal, mind you, did you know this stoopid wristband cost you about 50 bucks if you lost it? If I was the one who lost my wristband, hmmh I think I'll go rampage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spot somebody who wore their wrist band loosely, crouch behind the bushes, wait for the right time, and then... JUMP OUT, GRAB THE WRIST BAND AS HARD AS I CAN POSSIBLY COULD, run away and vanish in the thin air like those UN-BE--LIEEE-VA-BBLY FAST matrix moves you see on TV. The thought of me losing 50 bucks out of nothing will definitely haunt my thoughs and ruin my mood until I break down dan mati di sana. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lima puluh linggit leh macha, kai wan xiao&lt;/span&gt;. However! Unlike what I'll do, he stayed cool all the while instead, continued to play on, trying not to screw our mood, but obviously his face started to be depressed . Poor birthday boy =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a temporary misfortune. After going back to some of the spots we stayed previously for a while, the wristband was discovered by none other than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hunt the baunz&lt;/span&gt;! Picture that, Sunway Lagoon, biiiiiiiiiiiiiig place, many pools, big compound, surrounded by water everywhere, something as small as the size of a watch could be found back in the midst of a pool, imagine the possibility, if not the probability, tell me, how can that not be lucky? At least Chua Hunt saved Sai Hong 50 bucks! Kudos to our beloved class rep haha. For clearer illustration and details go &lt;a href="http://sai-hong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sai Hong's&lt;/a&gt; blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of these incidents only bring down to 1 thing, we should go buy 4D wei. But we didn't.. WHY NEHHHHHHHHHHH!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01907-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC01907-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to introduce you, the guy above is Chua Hunt, who kicked the duckie mascot which caused the escorts to stab and chase him. Note his facial expressions XD And oh yeah, he pissed off an uncle in the toilet, HAHAHHA yet another farnie incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A remarkable extract of the conversation that took place in the changing room:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hunt: *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singing with the crooked voice of an angel, adding in "MAHAI" in between the lyrics* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stupid fat boobie uncle:- OI MIND YOUR LANGUAGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hunt: WHAT?? Who are you? (he thought we played a prank on him) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stupid fat boobie uncle: There's a kid here! MIND YOUR LANGUAGE IN A PUBLIC AREA, THIS IS PUBLIC!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*started to throw tantrum like a gila fat ass* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hunt: What? What fuck? Where you from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stupid fat boobie uncle: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*opens the toilet door, gives a very fierce stare at everyone out there including me, who was eating my sandwich on a bench, looking innocently at him, whilst c. hunt was still in the toilet showering and still has not realize what was going on yet*&lt;/span&gt; MIND YOUR LANGUAGE!!!!!! [he said something else, but I cannot remember what was it then] LIKE ARSE HOLE LIKE THAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hunt: You fuck ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh oh... die lor die lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the next part :P in the next post maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21022009223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/21022009223.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we're done washing up, it's time for proper food. Dinner. All of us were exhausted already, hence the lack of photos, I usually take like a lot wan okay. We decided to visit Yuen's buffet steamboat for dinner. A restaurant famous for it's buffet steamboat, and honey roasted chicken wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01924.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC01924.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go any later than 6p.m and that means queing for at least 45 mins-1 hour for a table. My advise is, it's better for you to book first, if not, go before 6pm. We reached there at about 5.45pm, luckily there was 2 table enough to fit 15 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01919.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC01919.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really have a big variety of foods! The ranges of seafood are from crabs to big prawns, scallops and mussels to fishes, no oyster la of coz, and many other more. Not to forget deserts! Ice creams!! and of course some kuih-muihs &amp;amp; fruits if you like. And you know what's the best part, IT ONLY COST YOU RM19.80 PER PAX! Cheap until....... tell me where can you get buffet at such prices for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01920.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC01920.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can be more satisfying than to have an awesome meal after a tiring but fun day. The day can't be complete without a bloated meal can it? I just remember eating like non-stop because my stomach never seems to feel full at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21022009225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/21022009225.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after math :) Ah yes, the honey roasted chickens!! How can I miss them out! I only ate like 3 pieces of chicken that day because, I only got to notice it's existence after my stomach tells me to stop pushing foods into my soon-to-burst tummy. You gotta literally grab the chickens fastttttt, it will only be there for a minute, 2 minutes max when served. The people there uses plates to scoup up the chickens wan okay, no time for you to even choose and pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02012-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC02012-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that my way of eating was utterly uncivilized, macam budak dari kampung pergi steamboat buffet for the first time. Hence, someone deliberately took photos of me eating, because i'm cool like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/DSC02020.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SHOCKED* Meh..... eat ice cream also wanna take meh wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02837.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC02837.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an awesome trip, I haven't enjoyed that much for so long already. What to do, my class mates rocks MY &lt;s&gt;cock&lt;/s&gt; SOCKS! period :) Our next class trip?? Clubbing maybe? Lol, it's been so long XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-7950441123396949611?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7950441123396949611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=7950441123396949611&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7950441123396949611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/7950441123396949611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunway-lagooooooooon.html' title='Sunway LagoooooooOOn~!'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Sunway%20Lagoon/th_DSC04329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-5300669860070604575</id><published>2009-02-23T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:08:02.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>While checking across the IELTS website for information, something caught my attention for a while, and got me laughing in front of the computer like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;h1&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Du Lanlan, Binghamton University&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/h1&gt;     &lt;hr class="headingline"  noshade="noshade" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;     I was a PhD student in Tsinghua University. I took IELTS on Oct.14th, 2006 and got IELTS score 7.5. With IELTS high score, I stood out from twenty-four candidates for a jointly education PhD program set by “the US Fulbright Program”. The design of IELTS test is customized and can reflect the genuine English capability of test takers. My English skills of listening, speaking, reading and writing had been greatly improved when I prepared for IELTS. I really appreciated IELTS which brought me great opportunities and personal developments. &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Du Lanlan &lt;/span&gt;(Beijing, China)&lt;br /&gt;IELTS score: 7.5&lt;br /&gt;Admitted by Binghamton University&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ielts.org/general_pages/testimonials/du_lanlan,_binghamton_uni.aspx"&gt;[sauce] &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the bold and colored words. I know it's not nice to tease people's name but what the hell, I'm a hokkien so suck with it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-5300669860070604575?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5300669860070604575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=5300669860070604575&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5300669860070604575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5300669860070604575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-3948673084321215540</id><published>2009-02-20T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:44:30.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well if most of you don't know, I've never celebrated Valentine before (ya la single mah nobody want) How sad right :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01858.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this tree, and I especially love the way I took it :P with a camera phone, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on a valentine eve, those who are in love (coupled) will start to throw gifts and stuffs among one another to show how much they love or care for one another. Those without a partner, will just have to suffer the wrath of loneliness. It's true, I'm like a good living example already XD It's not exactly fun to stay alone when everyone else with a lover is celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01865.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on a Friday, during valentine eve, I WAS BEING DATED BY A CHICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, don't get shock :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you may be thinking, maybe something like;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WTF don't bull shit la sohai -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO NOOB MEH GIRLS DATE YOU NOT YOU DATE GIRLS MEH WAHLAO NOOB HEMMMM I PEI SI U..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, all the above were crap :( I'm too pathetic, that's why have to come out with such bullocks. TEEEHEEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01866.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some flower girl called me out to Sungei Wang to sell flowers. In order to support the flower girl's revenue, I supported her by buying a flower (in which the price is a rip off, I think) But since I've never bought any roses for a girl before, so what the hell lor. Kena cheat also have to mah since kawan baik. joking only ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01867.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the truth is, I accompanied zs to sg wang to buy her pressie, and also to meet up with layyee and her friend (the guy) who was the actual flower girl and guy of the day, selling valentine roses in front of pavilion How noble am I right, please say yes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01869.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were standing there posing like Kings and Queens to attract buyers, a flier came to us. The words that caught my attention :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SexY SupriseS*&lt;/span&gt; (note the asterik &lt;--- guess it's to emphasize the plural? lol) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SexY Singles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, it came at the right timing. Actually the girls were the one who wanted to go there and see see look look so we kinda planned to pay there a visit later in the night :P Mana tau, some unforeseen circumstances took place and, sigh, no suprises to see lor what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01870.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I bought this entire bouquet (looks more like in a packet actually) of Flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01871.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it ain't easy selling all these flowers. Let's just put it this way, all sales driven jobs are not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01873.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the beauthhhhiee n teh ugly beast :D and the flower!!! in the cartoon!! Remember? I can't remember what does it do but.. whatever lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01876.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls who can't resist taking photos with flowers. Ah yes, this is the place when the guard came by and said, INI 2ND WARNING, KALAU SAYA DATANG LAGI SAYA CONFISCATE SEMUA FLOWERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck him la jibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01878.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the big cake in front of pavilion? It's just the size of your thumb and your index finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01883.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the silver iron man whom the flower girls can't resist to take photos with. Roamed bukit bintang area like few times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01886-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01886-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for dinner, we headed to Sg Wang's Kim Gary. Quite a nice meal, and this was how my valentine eve was spent :D (being a single, of course) Can't really describe but, yeah it was a very fun day :)&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/5703999438315324798-3948673084321215540?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3948673084321215540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=3948673084321215540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3948673084321215540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3948673084321215540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/rojak.html' title='Pre Valentine'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/th_DSC01858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8987859567505864352</id><published>2009-02-18T18:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:22:31.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed stuffs</title><content type='html'>Status:- Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a rather bad day. One of the unlucky days I would say :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing ulcer is a normal thing, it don't really ticks me off even if it's painful, cause most of the time the pain is still bearable. But no! This time, one bodoh punya ulser has grown beneath my tongue. Picture this, you have a big ulcer which is not visible beneath your tongue (which means it adds the difficulty of applying medicine), and each time you put pressure on your tongue (for instances, biting, swallowing etc), the ulcer rubs itself against the sharp edge of the teeth, stimulating your tongue and causing tremendous pain. To sum it up, it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXCRUCIATING&lt;/span&gt; wtfbbbbbbbbbbbbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I bite something, it's like my tears are on the verge of flowing out, I kid you not. Normally if you have ulcer on one side, you tend to push your food to the other side so that you won't touch your ulcer right, to ease the pain. But guess what, I HAVE ANOTHER ULCER ON THE OTHER SIDE! MAGAHAI lor, but since it's less painful than the ulcer beneath the tongue, I endured the pain and bite slowly on the the other side. Took me about 45 mins to finish a small plate of wan tan mee today. Tough luck, sigh. I'm gonna gargle with SALT-water later, and smear the entire tongue with the watermelon-powder thingy. You can watch me dance while screaming in pain ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I sprained my neck while playing badminton yesterday, but luckily it got much much better today, or else i'll kill myself -,- Gahhhh, having porridge for dinner since I can't bite, I can only swallow! KNS la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some random stuffs which took place a week ago;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01846.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC01846.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's birthday last last week, on Chap Goh Meh! 9th of Feb. Bought her a cake from secret recipe - apple crumple cheese. Which marks my favourite secret recipe cake!!!!! I eat like, more than a quarter of the cake ad (close to half XD) till my family also bo song liao sigh (they say I eat too much) Apple + nuts + cheese = simply irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet writings right? Love you always mommy :D Ignore the candles btw, age's a secret of woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01852.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC01852.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, bet you guys never tried having LOU SANG and BIRTHDAY CAKE together right. Homemade lou sang on zhap goh meh, and cake-cutting after that. What a sweet combo ;) (it sucks actually, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01858.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01858.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn in MALAYSIA! This tree is damn beautiful, all its leaves turned into flowers, and then when the wind blows, the flower will just get blown away, just like the sakura scene in autumn! Beautiful and gorgeos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01859.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01859.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suppose you can only find this tree in my college - TARC! It's a really beautiful tree, with flowers surrounding all over the places..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01856.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/DSC01856.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's &lt;a href="http://copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;this gir&lt;/a&gt;l who never fails to pose and camwhore whenever there's a beautiful scenery. Too bad she got robbed on a valentine's day. It was supposed to be a sweet and happy valentine, yet an unlucky one, how ironic =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine post coming up next, a dull but special one XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8987859567505864352?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8987859567505864352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8987859567505864352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8987859567505864352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8987859567505864352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/delayed-stuffs.html' title='Delayed stuffs'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/valentine/th_DSC01858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8380199486256424025</id><published>2009-02-15T17:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:47:32.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complains</title><content type='html'>It's been EONS ago since i last whined like a bitch. If you're not okay with vulgarity, stop reading. If you're not okay with the way I write, stop reading as well. Basically if you have anything against me, don't bother to fucking read it. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lecturer in college, whom I think deserves the best lecturer award in this whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because he thinks everything he says is final. When he thinks your point is correct, he gives you mark. When he thinks your point is wrong, he don't give you mark. When he can't understand your point, he don't give you mark either (when your may be right, and so I thought benefit of doubt plays a role here). When he set SUPERBLY HIGH STANDARD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in which the level is somewhat supremacy than that of the Cambridge level)&lt;/span&gt; questions with his extremely powderful mastery of English proficiency, he can even tell you, "KIND" and "TYPE" both have the same meaning. As per his exclaim, if the question asks you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; of industry is this&lt;/span&gt;, you're suppose to comprehend it as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;type&lt;/span&gt; of industry is this&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any mistake in the question, but what's written on the answer just turns me on. Call me stubborn or adamant, but the explanation he gave me was something that I really cannot accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If you think I wrote this just to get the extra one mark or two, sorry to say, I'm not that desperate, for heaven's sake. I just disagrees on his way of applying the concept of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; WHAT-I-SAID-IS-RIGHT-N-U'RE-JUST-WRONG&lt;/span&gt;. A lecturer can still, make mistakes, regardless. That is why humility exists for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start to shoot me back, here's what you should listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I do not look down at his level of English proficiency. We all know nobody are perfect, not everybody is good with English, neither am I. But what I believe is, a lecturer should at least have the decency to double check the questions set for an examination, whether or not does the question consist of grammatical errors. For other subjects like Maths for instances, grammar don't really play a role, so I don't give a fuck. But as far as a subject like Business Studies which requires in-depth understanding of a question is concerned, it should at least have clear and a vivid way of questioning, not a phrase or a line that will mislead the candidate to think of something else. It may be tricky, but at least, use proper words to trick us la ok.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I ain't a bad student. I still know how to differentiate between a good lecturer and the, er not-so-good ones. I truly respect those who teaches with passion, a heart to educate for education itself, not just for the sake of completing their jobs. For this, I owe them my deepest gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I have no slightest intention to outsmart that lecturer of mine. It's just that, I seriously think he needs to improve himself in certain ways. In fact, I am skeptical about his marking ability, too bad, I'm sticked with him. I may sound as if I'm dam bloody hell smart, don't I? No, I ain't smart, but I still know how to be humble, because I ain't perfect, because I know there are always people who are better than me, but that doesn't hinder me to pen down my opinions, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8380199486256424025?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8380199486256424025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8380199486256424025&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8380199486256424025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8380199486256424025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/complains.html' title='Complains'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8008079759460704763</id><published>2009-02-14T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:42:18.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>Love is in the air, but not for my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still single, alone, and despair. (SAD) Jk lol. Well I have never failed to greet my fellow readers in any occasion, so here's my sincerest greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A SWEET VALENTINE, if you're in love or if you chose to be like me, we can still celebrate SAD - SINGLE AWARENESS DAY! To balance out the unfairness shall we? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all singles, here's 2 pwreaty flawer girl's photo to cheer up your loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01877.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC01877.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a flawaer, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;edit: WTF I FORGET TO PUBLISH THIS POST, but still nvm la, AT LEAST THE MEANING WAS THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8008079759460704763?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8008079759460704763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8008079759460704763&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8008079759460704763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8008079759460704763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-4004641346426772589</id><published>2009-02-11T21:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:32:25.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tilapia Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SZPyoNTJRoI/AAAAAAAAD2k/z5Ub37bkvTc/s1600-h/507blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SZPyoNTJRoI/AAAAAAAAD2k/z5Ub37bkvTc/s400/507blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301847958923855490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one day me and my family went all the way to Rawang for a restaurant famous for it's Tilapia. (more recognized or widely known as 非洲鱼, or if you want, AFRICA FISH wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you live in Malaysia long enough to have patronized many of the Chinese restaurants before, one very common conception when you heard of Tilapia is that it is being generally categorized as one of those "cheap fish". Don't get me wrong, by cheap I don't literally mean low-class, instead it's one of those budget fish, which comes with a lower and more economical price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was once this Chinese program called Ah Xian Ren Qing Wei &lt;a href="http://blog.axian788.com/?p=933#more-933"&gt;&lt;&lt;(阿贤人情&gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; featured the restaurant and that was when it caught my mother's attention. The moment she saw the fishes, she has decided, and said to everyone, loudly :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I MUST GO THERE AND EAT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined as she is, this is not just yet another SAY FOR FUN kind of thing. Few times we tried to pay there a visit but, well, let's just say luck and fate doesn't permit due to certain circumstances. Other times my dad was just too lazy and complained it was way too far plus everybody's hungry, another time was due to the reason where the shop do not operate on a tuesday. So yeah, I consider myself to be very fortunate that day, because we finally went there. I'm so pround of myself :'( and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SZPyoBLvFrI/AAAAAAAAD20/5Hy3HwegtWs/s1600-h/sdc10668blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SZPyoBLvFrI/AAAAAAAAD20/5Hy3HwegtWs/s400/sdc10668blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301847955671553714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, if you think you've tasted some very good Tilapia before, I dare say those are just mediocre. Try this and you'll know what is a well-cooked and delicious steamed Tilanpia!!! The fish was supremely exquisite, with it's tender and juicy meat, steamed to perfection along with the ginger-garlic-belacan toppings, we can't help but to release a satisfying "MMMmmm" upon our first bite. Our taste buds were aroused by the all the ingredients which compliments one another so well which I can barely decipher by just mere form of words. In other words, it was simply scrumptious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only ordered 3 pieces of fish, as in 3 dishes. (p.s: I don't know whether do you use piece for fish, so correct me if i'm wrong) and heck, it's already considered little! People will order 1 piece for themselves for an average! Some hardcore ones even ordered 2 pieces each. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SZPyoOLsamI/AAAAAAAAD2s/uQksGPWwB1Y/s1600-h/sdc10707blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SZPyoOLsamI/AAAAAAAAD2s/uQksGPWwB1Y/s400/sdc10707blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301847959161039458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you might want to pay there a visit, it's called LAN JE RESTAURANT! (hahaha, it sounds quite wrong but whateeeeeeeevar) About 30-40 minutes driving distance from KL, 20 minutes without jam :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict for this meal? 9/10 for the fish, definitely a MUST-GO-BACK-FOR-SECOND time meal. Owh the prawns were not too bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer note: All photos ripped/stolen directly from www.axian788.com without permission. Like I care :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details about this restaurant, you can visit here :) &lt;a href="http://blog.axian788.com/?p=933#more-933"&gt;LINK &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-4004641346426772589?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4004641346426772589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=4004641346426772589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4004641346426772589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4004641346426772589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/tilapia-hunt.html' title='Tilapia Hunt'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9p0E6flb6I8/SZPyoNTJRoI/AAAAAAAAD2k/z5Ub37bkvTc/s72-c/507blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-1087240453428542724</id><published>2009-02-09T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:23:32.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausa</title><content type='html'>Taking a breather from all the last minute studying, *exhales slowly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares at this screen, winked, and tabbed away from this window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here goes nothing, I'm too lazy to even type right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back with another update soon, or mebe next time. Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-1087240453428542724?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1087240453428542724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=1087240453428542724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1087240453428542724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1087240453428542724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/pausa.html' title='Pausa'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-2108647635614003299</id><published>2009-02-08T10:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:12:45.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria</title><content type='html'>Counting down to the last bits of Chinese New Year. Tomorrow is already chap goh meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P2060888.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/P2060888.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too obvious to even mention it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year ago since I last went there! Believe it or not, it's the first time I've stepped into a club in the year of 2009. I've been a good boy through out the holidays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P2050874-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/P2050874-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, another very spontaneous decision. Kinda felt like giving up the idea to go already but since I already promised and everything, I kept my words. Apart from that, I'm tired of people who ffk last minute, giving me bull shits and nonsensical responses like, last time u also ffk, fair ^^. Mahai, lick my cock la -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P2050875.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/P2050875.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up reaching there quite early, when there's only few tables occupied in the club. After KH and his friends reached, well the situation got a bit messed up. To make it simple, there was this person who kinda ruined my mood in the beginning, but luckily another guy was more than willing to help out, and without him I think the night will be screwed up, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P2050884-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/P2050884-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever with the unpleasantness, the night went on very well after all. With the good music, good partner and friends, it was nothing but a total blast. The DJ did his part well, with the good choice of music and songs selection, as well as the remix, I say that night denotes one the best music selection night , in accordance towards my preferences, of course. You may disagree, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P2050886.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/P2050886.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left quite early that night, because we was there early XD Woke up at 6 in the morning and dragged my feet lazily all the way to college in which I don't think I slept a bit at all during the night, and then to KLCC after that. Apparently, my presence there was rather, insignificant and unproductive, because I went just to accompany my friends who went there for a survey. (they got 40 bucks for it while I got none, sad right?) A supposingly half-an-hour survey took them more than 4 hours to complete it. And with a little bit of last minute dramas coming out, sad but funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get to work as an usherer at Rihanna's concert next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01831.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/DSC01831.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look me in your eyes, she said. Ftw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I hate drunkard faces, hence the mosaic. I swear I'm not gonna take anymore photos when my face is popping red XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy exam to myself. Here comes the best time of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-2108647635614003299?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2108647635614003299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=2108647635614003299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2108647635614003299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/2108647635614003299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/euphoria.html' title='Euphoria'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/euphoria%20-%202/th_P2060888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-4635816456100363861</id><published>2009-02-02T12:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:09:43.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 in 1</title><content type='html'>As per title, I'll jumble up everything that has happened during the CNY is one post :) so yeah, it'll be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, prior to that, how can I forget what we did in College on Friday, few days before CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01701.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01701.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody suggested all of the A levels pre uni students to wear red on that particular day. I supposed it's to elevate the new year atmosphere, as well as bringing ONG! to us well.. because, red is auspicious? Like who don't want to win $$ zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01709.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01709.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people dressed up in red, I'm not excluded XD well, it's a once in a year event, so yeah, why not? Heck, if you'd just pass by the canteen, my bet is that you will be mistaken by red as our uniform color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03628.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC03628.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, when many people wear in the same color, it could simply mean another thing, CAMERAS. It's not really that obvious, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday - New Year Eve&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01735.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01735.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home at 7 in the morning, slept all the way in the car till the point where i was like, WTF REACH AD SO FAST MEH SHIT I WANNA SLEEP LONGER -.....- Had steamboat as reunion dinner, it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01746.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01746.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday - Tuesday (Chor Yat + Yee)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could this simply means? Angpao's spree! And also the time when gambling begins :D I was kinda shock at the amount of angpaos I received this year. Well, let's just say it way exceeded all the amounts I've collected all the while, so yeah, I'm happy and of course I can't forget to show my heartfelt gratitude can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKIU AUNTS XD I wonder why only the aunts are so generous while the men, uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01753.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01753.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of cousins which are still small kids, I'm like their uncle already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01757.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01757.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking, why are all these kids not even looking at my camera? Mind you, pulling these kids to take photos together is such a tedious task you know? They just won't sit still -.- to top it up, some bad tempered ones won't even bother you. But still, here's the 2 best shot I can give you hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01767.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01767.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because she roars. and bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most chinese are superstitious. From feng shui to numbers, all these were believed to bring luck to them, or even bad luck. It's really not surprising to see Chinese doing (sometimes) silly things just because we believed it will bring us luck. That said, it includes touching, praying, buying, selling, throwing, burning and so many other ways one can possibly think of. But as for me, despite not being superstitious, sometimes I'll just choose to believe in it. After all, it might give you a peaceful state of mind, physchologically speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01775.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01775.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was this very FAMOUS place in Taiping, it just became FAMOUS not very long time ago. Local tabloids and magazines have been publishing about this FAMOUS spot because it has attracted more and more people, that the amount of people going there just to TOUCH the creatures were beyond ones' imagination. It was believed that if you were to touch these creatures, luck will come to you, you'll strike 4D, win a car or a mansion, and whatever you hope for will eventually turn into a dream come true. Too good to be true? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01780.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01780.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what these HEAVENLY-LUCK-BRINGING CREATURES ARE? Wild boars. I kid you not. These omnivorous creatures were believed to bring luck if the person touches them, or even, in most cases, wipe the boar's mouth and body with money. Funny as it may seem, HUNDREDS of people were actually doing the same thing, touching and wiping the boars with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01781.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01781.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a specific time, about 8pm onwards, this herd of boars will gradually appear fr0m the forest in the mountain, to a particular wired area beside the temple. The boar eats up the potatos from the ground, and while doing so, people lure them to the wiring boundary so that they can touch the boars. Amazing as it seems, I myself was thrilled by just touching them. Come on, I have never touch a wild boar before okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while doing so, i shouted; HUAT AH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol joking, instead I said, 4As in A levels XD XD XD XD hahaha call me superstitious but whatever :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01783.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01783.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite raining heavily, people are just flooding in non-stop to the temple just to have a chance they believe will bring luck to them. Like why not? Since it's free, and plus how often do you get to see wild boars roaming around :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday to Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from Taiping on thursday, and straight away headed to friend's hse to pai lin and gamble. And followed by constant outings the next 2 days, going out, gamble, win money, collect angpao and go home. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01795.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01795.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here a very "CHE/jinx" (as chinese believe 4 as mati kongkiao) set of cards. Picture this, you have 6 players in a table playing blackjack. So the banker got this pair of 4, after every players were done drawing their cards, it's the banker's turn to draw his cards from the deck. Having a pair 4 is no big deal, but when he draws, another 4 appears. hmmh, 3 fours in a row, no big deal still? But when he draws another card, guess what, another 4 appears! Woah, 4 4 4 4, sei sei sei sei XD Count the probability of getting such cards, i bet it's less than 0.0001% The most cantek or rather obscene combo I've ever seen in a blackjack game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Sunday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01796.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01796.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before the CNY holiday, our class has already planned to go all to Klang and visit Hunt's house. On Sunday itself, the 12 of us took KTM all the way from KL to Klang. It's about an hour train journey from KL sentral to Klang, and another 30 minutes from Tasik Selatan to KL sentral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dread taking KTM most, luckily it's not as crowded since it's a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01798.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01798.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Telok Gadong station, last 3 station from Pelabuhan Klang, Hunt and another friend of his came to pick us up. We were treated with much hospitality, and Hunt, being a generous host, treated us Bak Kut Teh for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01802.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01802.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone says klang is famous for Bak Kut Teh but, some bak kut tehs lovers are even willing to travel all the way there just to enjoy a nice meal of b.k.t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01803.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01803.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm not exactly a big fan of Bak Kut Teh, so yeah to waste my time going there for a meal of Bak Kut Teh is just something I'll rarely do XD Even my dad asked me: "go Klang eat seafood?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, bak kut teh XD" I replied. He just gave me a wtf -.- look, and said no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01804.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01804.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict? The soup one is just averagely mediocre, I think I've tasted better ones before. While as for the dry one, I think it's quite nice, but that's because I didn't really eat dry ones as much before. Still, it was a nice and decent meal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01805.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01805.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, all of us headed back to Hunt's house. Although it's only one storey, the compoun itself is quite huge. The garden was big, and there was a small pond. And also a basketball stand. or what do you name that thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01808.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01808.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And f.y.i, hunt missed that shot XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01811.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01811.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like as if the 2 above were taking their wedding photos, they looked nice in it, but let me tell you the funny story behind it. When we asked Kate and Hik to take this photo (making it somewhat like a wedding photo) Kate suddenly went hysterical, laughing and screaming like crazy in frenzy, probably too excited because she THINKS she is getting married to Hikaru. Ha ha, should have recorded that golden moment XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will Kate turn into when she is officially getting married with him XD Pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01813.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01813.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Princess of the day, Lei Yee, Zhi Shan, and Chew Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01815.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01815.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like a family potrait, the parents, the siblings XD too bad we just looked too young lolz... The day continued with the major reason we're there, gamble. Since the crowd was too big, we have no other ways but to split into 2 groups, it's a better idea I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after gambling the entire day, did my wallet get thicker? Maybe a little. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Klang at around 10 after having our dinner at Kenny Rogers, the KTM to tasik selatan was closed already. Luckily there was still a last train for KLIA transit at KL sentral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01817.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01817.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time for me to board on KLIA transit. It's of course, the nicest and cleanest train I've ever seen in Malaysia. It was so spacious I swear you could just dance around in the compartment. How I wish the government could have integrated such environment a train like KLIA transit can offer into LRT, or perhaps KTM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all we hear is No action, Talk only. 3 Cheers for Malaysia Boleh :D In everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01818.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC01818.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's &lt;a href="http://kongfaiwar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hikar&lt;/a&gt;u and &lt;a href="http://copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;, thanks to Hik I have a ride home XD Tq dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/DSC04009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this marks the end of my Chinese New Year holiday, sigh I'm already missing it. Till next year people, till next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-4635816456100363861?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4635816456100363861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=4635816456100363861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4635816456100363861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/4635816456100363861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/7-in-1.html' title='7 in 1'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/CNY/th_DSC01701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-989791567912852513</id><published>2009-01-24T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:26:33.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>YO YO YO YO YO PEOPLE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03614.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC03614.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LONG AND ANTICIPATED CHINESE NEW YEAR IS FINALLY HERE...!! Warmest greeting from yours truly :D This blog shall be on hiatus for a few days, will be going back to my hometown, Taiping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONG HI HUAT ZAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be waking up damn early tomorrow sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: OMG LEFT 4 DEAD dam chi gek man! Today played at CC from 1am smtg till 4 am in the morning, and then after waking up, CC again XD L4D L4D woot zombie boomer hunter smoker. A must try game teeheez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01726.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC01726.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after having bout 10 minutes of time left, we played Facebook's texas poker! And how do you play Poker next to one another where you can just turn your head to the computer next to you and peep your friend's card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01727.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/DSC01727.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, just use your hand to cover the screen XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, HAVE A HAPPY COW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HappyCow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/HappyCow.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-989791567912852513?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/989791567912852513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=989791567912852513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/989791567912852513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/989791567912852513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-3119931890059258936</id><published>2009-01-19T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:39:07.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Florals</title><content type='html'>This post is gonna be dam colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz it's really colorful. Embrace your sight, for what you are about to see are too glamorous beyond right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01638.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/DSC01638.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these flowers were found at TARC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01639.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/DSC01639.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said from the pasar pagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01640.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/DSC01640.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you noticed there's soil beneath the plants, so... pasar pagi? Unless they are going for a PICK N PLUCK your choice kind of sales concept, where you decide what flower you want, and they pluck immediately then sell it to you. Haven't seen such a thing going on before though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01643.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/DSC01643.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARC? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03411.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/DSC03411.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you seen flowers like these before? Tell me if you do yeah, I'll be delighted to go there XD So all these flowers can grow under scorching hot sun and weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03412.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/DSC03412.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from Genting, right in front of Genting and Highland hotel, the park in front of the fountain. Good place to take flowers photo XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you may wonder it looks like all these photos were taken by a DSLR, nop it was all done by a mini yet powerful SONY K810i. I love to emphasize this no matter where I go rofl. With a little edits of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00694.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/DSC00694.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for this, I didn't take this HEHEHE. Put it up here because I thought the angle was quite.. erm creative? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sums up to the last and ultimate point of this post, flowers for valentine? Rofl go genting and get it for free :D That's if you dont' get caught by the guards or the gardener in charge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-3119931890059258936?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3119931890059258936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=3119931890059258936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3119931890059258936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/3119931890059258936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/01/florals.html' title='Florals'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/FLowers/th_DSC01638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-5314526149050988315</id><published>2009-01-16T19:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:33:55.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Monday isn't entirely blue</title><content type='html'>Munday Blues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what most people feel when it comes to Monday. The first day of the week, which means another 4 more days for the working people to rant about their mundane workloads, and 4 more days for the studying kids to stress themselves out with books and lessons, be it College, Unis, or schools. Holiday is always the best, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03416.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC03416.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday has always played it's part well in giving me a dreadful feeling, simply because my conscience has very well knew that there's another 5 handful days of being sleep deprived, waking up early, getting stuffed with bloody assignments which never fails to pile up itself, and yeah basically it is the repetitive routine that I abhor. I really hate accustomed life styles, like the &lt;s&gt;old&lt;/s&gt; CCM BIG SAYING goes, a surprise a day will cheer me up a way. That said, I wouldn't mind if you come to me and scare the shit out of me with a big ass insect with you (cockroach is included in that list). But an afore warning would be, you shall be held liable for all the consequences should Me a.k.a the victim, over-reacts, of which includes me acting frantically in a lunatic frenzy, and also going berserk assaulting anyone ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, who said guys cannot be afraid of insects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, seems like i'm starting to abandon this sweet little lovely blog of mine. Fear not people, for I shall have enough perseverance to continue this crappy scribble of mine. Blogging is too fun for me to be given up, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very exceptional Monday, our class ends exceptionally early at 11am, because there's an exceptional lecturer's meeting which requires all lecturer to be present. Suddenly, somebody came out with an exceptional idea saying: WHY NOT WE GO GENTING AFTER THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that particular suggestion struck our mind so hard, we see it as if some kind of shining ray just beamed on us. Unlike many suggestions which always failed to work out, I must say, this one is nothing but a good example of success! So after our class ended, 10 of us gathered around together, and departed merrily all the way to Genting Highland in 2 cars :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I'm the driver there up and down don't pray pray. Driving a car up to Genting isn't a tedious task anyway, it's almost like normal driving, just that you have to step the brakes a lot when going down the hill XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01622.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC01622.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our initial decision was to travel up to Genting using Genting Skyway but after contemplating for a while, we figured that the price paid for the skyway could very well be used to cover our entire journey's petrol fee. So, it would only be wise for us to drive all the way up, and a more economic way as well XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the 2 cars belonged to 2 girls, Zhi Shan and Wei Yi, and I was able to sense a bit of their reluctance. After all, we are still under probationary, driving up to genting seems quite a risky move. What if something happens when we drove up the hill? What if the car breaks down? What if the car tak de tenaga and it roll all the way down back hill? However, driven by the ROAD-ONLY-MAH-SKED-WHAT semangat,  we managed to reach the top safely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01624.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC01624.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above group consisted of 9 people from mainly our class, less Wei Yi who became our photographer. She refused to take photo with us :( all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01629.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC01629.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random CNY decors at First World Hotel lobby. Speaking of which, CNY is just next week omg? One of the most important events for the chinese, the most auspicious festive season, TEH MOST HAPPIFYINGG EVENT, of angpaos and more angpaos, of foods and more foods, of drinks and more drinks, and of course, of GAMBLE and MORE GAMBLE. How then, can I not be excited simply just thinking about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01632.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC01632.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, introducing my Chiobu classmates to you guys, LESS WEI YI in the photo again simply because, she just refused to take photos with us, period. Yawnz. And I personally think this photo did not do their beauty justice, so as to say, the Camera has to be blamed XD After all what can you expect from a 3.2MP SE phone? Fine if you want to say it's the lousy photographer's skill, I'll be more than happy to accept it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC03409.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also introducing the entao guys in my class as well, minus off me in it XD Wow c.hunt's ears look so dam big like gajah like that haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01630.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC01630.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Shan was very eager to visit the theme park again despite her last visit a month ago, but too bad, the weather was supremely horrible with the heavy and thick fog covering the hills. Hm, to enlighten your imagination here's a clear photo that depicts exactly how terrible the mist was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01648.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC01648.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I kid you not, and no I didn't edit it at all, it's really that foggy. The worst part is driving under such condition for a P license holder. It's part of a good training and experience I reckon. After all, how often do you get to drive under foggy weather condition in KL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01650.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC01650.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like entering a ghost city, covered by mysterious and spooky veils. Like who doesn't know Genting is haunted? I may have stereotyped this statement, but LIKE DUH, GENTING IS HAUNTED LA BELIEVE IT OR NOT, albeit no accurate scientific investigation can confirm the presence of ghostly apparitions. Ask this yourself, do you really believe there's no life after death? Do you really think your life on earth is just momentary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not go too far from the main idea of this post, shall we XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01634.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/DSC01634.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Zhi Shan, my kind &lt;s&gt;driver&lt;/s&gt; friend who drove me to college everyday. Her car was used as our mode of transportation up there. Beauty and the Beast, I mean it literally *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO VIOLATION OF USER'S PREFERENCE]&lt;/underline&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.weiyi830.blogspot.com/"&gt;wei yi&lt;/a&gt;'s preference in this case XD read her blog for more details rofl. Peace out my friend ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And proudly presenting you, the other girl who provided her car for us to Genting, Wei Yi. She forbade me from posting up her face photo at all, so back photo also can gua -.......- 2 Silver MyVi up the hills, same colour, same design, fetching 5 person in a car each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03405.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC03405.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameras are there for a reason, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03406.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC03406.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also what long escalators are for as well :D It's ok if you didn't get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00671.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC00671.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when there's a mirror XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03404.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC03404.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our theme park plan was screwed, we headed to the B5 mamak for our lunch. Hm, seems like none of them know there's a mamak at genting before XD and I remember Eujin was the one who told about it. Too bad the burger stall was closed :( It's one of the best ramli burger I've ate before. The last time I been to mamak was on the 24th of Dec, remember the Christmas eve post? And now i'm back there 3 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01645.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC01645.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mist cleared a bit, 4 of us went to play flying coaster. I think this is the 7th or 8th time of me sitting the coaster ride, fuck the price lor, increase by 2 bucks this time. Because I was a bit desperate for some intense ride, I decided to go for it because of the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I went all the way up to Genting, I need some excitement XD&lt;br /&gt;2) CNY is coming, $$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. It's really really cold up there. Our hair and face was almost wet after the ride, mist contains water vapour if you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03430-tile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC03430-tile.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played rock climbing after that, sadly none of us reached the top. Chua Hunt went alone, me and kate went together, followed by Yuki and Di Kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randhomerd ph0tous below, view at your own preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03415.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC03415.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys poses better than girls, at least we're more creative lor. Proofs ahead :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03417.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC03417.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00698.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC00698.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00696.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC00696.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03418-vert.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC03418-vert.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC03420.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also this girl who never fails to camwhore every single time XD Like who doesn't know &lt;a href="http://copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; is a bimbo? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00724.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/Genting%20-%202/DSC00724.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend peepz :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-5314526149050988315?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5314526149050988315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=5314526149050988315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5314526149050988315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/5314526149050988315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-monday-isnt-entirely-blue.html' title='When Monday isn&apos;t entirely blue'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/Genting/th_DSC01634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-8600706202611771394</id><published>2009-01-14T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:34:07.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Update</title><content type='html'>Some flowers to cheer up the monotonous week days ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img107.imageshack.us/img107/307/dsc01639vh5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/5581/dsc01640mq6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to guess where was this shot at? :D Candy for you if you're correct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-8600706202611771394?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8600706202611771394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=8600706202611771394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8600706202611771394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/8600706202611771394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/01/brief-update.html' title='Brief Update'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-1630945199308333056</id><published>2009-01-10T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:28:33.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my aims for a while, but I'm not losing it, and that's a promise I made to myself. My past has served to be a very good lesson, the impacts which was left on me is not to be forgotten, because without it, I would or may have still take things for granted like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my dreams, I have my aspirations, and the only issue is to overcome the obstacles in this journey of self-renewal and self-advancing. To succeed, I will have to abide to my three self-proclaimed golden rules of life to success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do not surrender to one of the seven deadliest sins of man kind - sloth.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do not slack like how I used to, spend my time beneficially. (am I even wasting my time by blogging nonsense here? Guess I am XD)&lt;br /&gt;3) Do not forget what motivates your dream, because without it, everything will seem just so meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, is 3 even enough ah? I think to even follow this 3 completely itself is very tough already.*cough cough* Anyway, action speaks louuuuuuuuuder than words, so, I shall set aside everything and just foresee myself getting straight Aces, 4.0 CGPA, by studying like a gilafying nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you like my 3 golden rules of success, feel free to follow it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: But it has no proven success or living examples, so if you really choose to obey this 3 rules then... as a word of warning, I SHALL NOT BE LIABLE FOR ANY HARM/CONSEQUENCES CAUSED FROM YOUR ACTION BY ABIDING TO MY VERY USEFUL RULES HEREIN THEREAFTER tqverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not like anyone will bother to follow - DOH...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to London School of Economics, many will say it'll be impossible but hey, every impossibility starts from a possibility! There is no harm of thinking big, and now I'll just have to work out this impossibility of mine. I shall just try my very best, at least. The process has begun, and there will be no turning back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-1630945199308333056?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1630945199308333056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=1630945199308333056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1630945199308333056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/1630945199308333056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/01/education.html' title='Education'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-6172412897881842122</id><published>2009-01-08T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:04:49.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la la la la la la la la</title><content type='html'>Hello people.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a sohai, I know. So so what??? I'm still a rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like blogging, and so I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start with...... saying.. I'm happy today. Why? Because my colour contact lens have finally arrived! And with finally I mean about two months of waiting time. Waiting 2 months for a pair of shit lens is dreadful, and what worsen it is when you help your friends to purchase it and make them wait EVEN longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obviously not a very smart move, cause even if they don't whack/hate/angry/diu/fuck me, I can't help but to feel guilty (because I'm such a nice guy ya know.?), and also because I made empty promises earlier by saying it will reach during the month of december. Sigh, screw that supplier, screw that supplier's supplier, and also screw the manufacturer, oh yeah and the stupid custam's officer. Blaming people always make yourself feel better, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story behind, no point disclosing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, what happened during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone is excitedly anticipating the first day of college, me on the other hand, feels gloomy and dreadful, so I decided to skip the first day of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn brilliant right? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nay, the reason behind was because I sorta fell asick that morning. I was already not feeling well two days before but, guess what I did XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got involved in a dota tourney at a Cyber cafe when I was having mild fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better not say much about it cause it's well.. one word.. embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Happy studying peoplez :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703999438315324798-6172412897881842122?l=myobscurelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6172412897881842122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703999438315324798&amp;postID=6172412897881842122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6172412897881842122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703999438315324798/posts/default/6172412897881842122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobscurelife.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.html' title='La la la la la la la la la la'/><author><name>Benjamin Chuah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09586467675065172871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703999438315324798.post-233909200984256879</id><published>2009-01-03T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:04:27.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>This post was delayed few days because I was so busy playing facebook's texas poker and other lame games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas poker is rather addictive I must say XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my new year eve with a group of friends at Wai Lun's house. He was having a new year eve party there and the catered food are not bad, especially the grilled fish hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, 2008 to me is a very bad gambling year. Seriously speaking, I lost a lot gambling that day at his house :( Other than the time I won bout 300++ bucks gambling during CNY, almost all the other time I gamble also lose, where can like that wan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is, I LOST EVEN MORE AT MY OWN BIRTHDAY WTFFFFFFFFFFF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell you how much I lost but it's enough for me to dig a big hole in a pocket. That money could be well spend on other stuffs sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have stopped when I started losing like a fucker but, that's the thing with gambling, the more you lose, the more you wanna win back. In short, gamble is bad. xD 2009 seems to be a better year for horse ehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n557815411_2293947_8644.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/n557815411_2293947_8644.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 rounds I play this game, 9 rounds I "pai-lui". (give-money) Not joking at all :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n557815411_2293948_8910.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/n557815411_2293948_8910.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends bought me a cake to celebrate my birthday, a surprise they say (but I kinda expected it already lol) Oreo Cheese from secret recipe. The money I lost that night could have buy me the entire cake. Ops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n557815411_2295608_2953.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/n557815411_2295608_2953.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the cake during the last few minutes of New Year eve, at about 11.50 pm, few more minutes before it's new year. How nice of them right, birthday over only cut cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went down to see fireworks, sadly the trees were blocking. Rawr... And more gambling after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's 2009 already man, my luck can't be that bad already!"I whispered in my heart. This is what a pathetic gambler would think, referring to myself in this case. *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we played texas poker with chips. Sigh should have just stopped when we started to win but why................. greeeeeeeeed, the worst sin of man kind, the root of all evil. (some may say vanity but I say greed so greed it is zzzzzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n557815411_2293983_9343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo309/ccm901231/n557815411_2293983_9343.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't lose much in this game la so it's still okay. Left at around 2.30am and bloody hell, my car just wouldn't start wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A millions of questions flashed through my thoughts, what happen?? How come cannot start? Die lor this time my mom sure kill me ad. Diu lor how how how? Fuck fuck fuck.. And it goes on and on and after a minute or so I realized I should just ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there was a nice guy who told me maybe my car ran out of battery already, so he drove his car opposite to mine, connected a cable from his car to my car's engine, in order to help me recharge my car battery so that I can start it. Was so scared whether if it was the engine or some other part that malfunctioned, all I can think of was the one hundred ways my mom would slaughter me if she were to send the car for repair once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And phew, it was really the car battery problem. Happily, I drove home, but what the hell, there was a road block on my way home. If I kena check sure mati ad lor, alcohol + P license = GG. Mind you it's only 0.01% for a P license driver, 1 bottle of beer could have very well exceeded that. But luck proves otherwise, they 
