<?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-3697346004342453131</id><updated>2012-02-18T21:54:24.576+08:00</updated><category term='Automobile'/><category term='Familie'/><category term='CBC Happenings'/><category term='Leisureness'/><category term='Interestingness'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Me Life'/><category term='LifeAtWork'/><category term='MusicMusicMusic'/><category term='BlockBusters'/><category term='Foodz'/><title type='text'>1/2 Senses NoneTheLess</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is full of obstacles and challenges, but what really matters most is the decision one makes, to face the challenge or to walk away without even trying......

v.Hah 2007</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-5309405227188543601</id><published>2010-01-29T10:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:03:48.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeAtWork'/><title type='text'>This is what working in an audit firm does to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, before i get started, i have got nothing against audit firms, but i do have friends working or have worked in audit firms before and you know who you are if you are reading this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For aspiring auditors, accountants and financiers out there, working in a reputable audit firm is a must for their first few years after they graduate. Call it what you want, working in such a place is "a rite of passage" before one is deemed "worthy" to join the elite in the numerical world and from there forth, gaining the prestigious title of a Chartered Accountant. Having said this, it is no different from how in certain tribes, there are rituals of &lt;a href="http://www.biopharm-leeches.com/images/hand.jpg"&gt;blood letting&lt;/a&gt;, getting bitten by &lt;a href="http://www.painfulbite.com/images/pic_3.gif"&gt;bullet ants&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://affordablehousinginstitute.org/blogs/us/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/imagesrisky-crocodiles-small.jpg"&gt;wrestling with crocodiles&lt;/a&gt; to the more common circumcision, all to gain their manhood. Want to find out more? Visit &lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/2009/09/15/6-strangest-coming-of-age-rituals-in-the-world/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; for more information on how boys become men, if they survive of course. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at myself, i had my trials too as a kid. Not so drastic as the examples above, but still rather drastic if u look at it. It ranges from anything from confronting a pack of &lt;a href="http://www.strayrescue.org/images/brokenlegpack3.jpg"&gt;stray dogs&lt;/a&gt; in my neighborhood, jumping off a 2 storey high structure, camping in the woods to cycling off to a neighboring town. I was indistructible in my teens and thinking back now after a good 15 years, my more matured senses kick in trying to comprehend how i survived all that. At that time, it was something that i thought would impress others around me, to gain acceptance amongst my peers but little did i know, that for all it's worth, it was my own rite of passage, they were the things i did to prove to myself that i have done these thing, and most of all, to impress and appease the me in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the world of numbers, here's what happens to a fresh debutant in his first month of work. My best wishes to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/S2JZjVA6TpI/AAAAAAAABBM/cvc4AwweMtk/s1600-h/DSC02733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/S2JZjVA6TpI/AAAAAAAABBM/cvc4AwweMtk/s320/DSC02733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432002564033498770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David: Taken during our church anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/S2JMXb2rGuI/AAAAAAAABA8/ZnHOm-w6smQ/s1600-h/DSC02738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/S2JMXb2rGuI/AAAAAAAABA8/ZnHOm-w6smQ/s320/DSC02738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431988066060016354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Jingles: No, i don't think he works in an audit firm, but i'm sure he works hard too.&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/3697346004342453131-5309405227188543601?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/5309405227188543601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=5309405227188543601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5309405227188543601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5309405227188543601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-what-working-in-audit-firm-does.html' title='This is what working in an audit firm does to you'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/S2JZjVA6TpI/AAAAAAAABBM/cvc4AwweMtk/s72-c/DSC02733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-7406019698571362384</id><published>2009-12-08T15:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:05:43.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Aliens? They exist more than you think............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi all! I'm back again! Arsenal is back in business with a comprehensive victory over Stoke City, 2-0 to the Arsenal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a colleague of mine went visiting China recently and they had to fill in some kind of 'Departure Form' for one reason or another. What was more funny than offensive was how visitors were referred to as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Aliens'&lt;/span&gt;. Now, in my vocabulary, 'Aliens' in my understanding means &lt;a href="http://www.k3pgp.org/seti/aliens.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and the come via &lt;a href="http://www.movieposter.com/posters/archive/main/7/A70-3597"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and more often than not, does &lt;a href="http://www.cineobscure.com/wp-admin/images/images/Wotw.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and almost always land, invade, attack only &lt;a href="http://summerpages.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/new-york.jpg"&gt;New York&lt;/a&gt; city for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my point is, it is really interesting and amusing how the definition of aliens are. Perhaps it's referring to the alien who come via wooden boats, going over borders and individuals who come into a country without proper documentation via illegal means. Well, here's a &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/alien"&gt;definition&lt;/a&gt; provided online for the word 'alien'. I guess, once we step into another country, our status is no different from an actual alien who happens to enter the same country as well. How odd. The funny thing is, if we are aliens, then why do we have the same body, bone structure as bleed blood that is red in color? How different are we actually from each other? At the end of the day, we are all homo sapient in which definition can be found &lt;a href="http://encyclopedia.thefreedictionary.com/homo+sapien"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic can go on and on and on till the aliens come home. What did I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Sx4BMG2a0xI/AAAAAAAABAY/OKOSYu4zLZQ/s1600-h/Alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Sx4BMG2a0xI/AAAAAAAABAY/OKOSYu4zLZQ/s320/Alien.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412765109654835986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front Page: Details of the individual to be provided here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Sx4BLmzDuiI/AAAAAAAABAQ/82M0cqL_Sbc/s1600-h/Alien2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Sx4BLmzDuiI/AAAAAAAABAQ/82M0cqL_Sbc/s320/Alien2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412765101050804770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back Page: Here's where the fun starts, where aliens are bound by rules and regulation.&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/3697346004342453131-7406019698571362384?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/7406019698571362384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=7406019698571362384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7406019698571362384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7406019698571362384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2009/12/aliens-they-exist-more-than-you-think.html' title='Aliens? They exist more than you think............'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Sx4BMG2a0xI/AAAAAAAABAY/OKOSYu4zLZQ/s72-c/Alien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-4281497341693434506</id><published>2009-11-25T10:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:20:52.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foodz'/><title type='text'>Beverages in my life...... so far........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SwyYIoKzRyI/AAAAAAAABAA/RSCmGXx8o-I/s1600/DSC02389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SwyYIoKzRyI/AAAAAAAABAA/RSCmGXx8o-I/s320/DSC02389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407864526554220322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bintang: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A local beer produced in Indonesia. I tried this one during my trip to Bali and it tasted, well like beer, best indulged when ice cold and seated in the beach. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I keep telling myself that i need to blog more, need to blog more, need to blog more, need to blog more, need to blog more, need to blog more, need to blog more, need to blog more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, mor.................................. but i have failed. However, this shall not keep me from blogging occasionally nevertheless! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remember when i was a young kid, i hated drinks like coffee, tea, beer and alcohol. It was just too bitter and it left a bad aftertaste in your mouth. Instead, i loved fizzy drinks like Fanta, Coke and Miranda, &lt;a href="http://www.coca-colaconversations.com/my_weblog/images/2008/06/05/fanta_bottle_coke_product.jpg"&gt;Fanta&lt;/a&gt; being an all time favorite as i loved grape juice. All this made a 180 degree 'U' turn when i entered my twenties. My tastebuds suddenly decided to like all the things i dislike. All of a sudden, i could not live without coffee every morning, tea became a necessary necessity&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;, alcohol became a part of my life, least to say my body. It practically fuels my body. Such is the power of caffeine till it makes the difference between having a purpose to life in contrast to a life without purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for food as well, liver, pork intestines, beef tripe, etc. have all become culinary fantasies for me when in the past, it was something u pick out of your noodles and dumped on your parents plate with a look of scorn and disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exagerating as i am, it is amazing how our preference in life change and, i guess the same goes for our priorities too. But i shall leave that discussion for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SwyYIT8IKEI/AAAAAAAAA_4/VfkxXLqV4CA/s1600/Illy+Coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SwyYIT8IKEI/AAAAAAAAA_4/VfkxXLqV4CA/s320/Illy+Coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407864521123964994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Illy Coffee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; One of the best coffee drinks i've had. Must start saving up for that machine that makes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SwyYHaVgwLI/AAAAAAAAA_o/fBj1SRh2plw/s1600/DSC02099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SwyYHaVgwLI/AAAAAAAAA_o/fBj1SRh2plw/s320/DSC02099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407864505661178034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good ol' tea (Pronounced as "teeah"):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; An essential beverage that keeps one one fueled and on the go for the rest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SwyYIM1k7zI/AAAAAAAAA_w/zSlv3nHtF1k/s1600/EygptianBeer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SwyYIM1k7zI/AAAAAAAAA_w/zSlv3nHtF1k/s320/EygptianBeer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407864519217442610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egyptian 'Sakara' Beer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I remembered it was quite powerful with 10% alcohol content. Tasted like thinner water though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SwyfkFNMZnI/AAAAAAAABAI/RdllL9TwNWk/s1600/Anchor+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SwyfkFNMZnI/AAAAAAAABAI/RdllL9TwNWk/s320/Anchor+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407872694786745970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anchor Strong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Something i just recently tried. It also tasted like thinner water, but smoother thus giving it an almost sweet flavor. Very interesting. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-4281497341693434506?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/4281497341693434506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=4281497341693434506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/4281497341693434506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/4281497341693434506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2009/11/beverages-in-my-life-so-far.html' title='Beverages in my life...... so far........'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SwyYIoKzRyI/AAAAAAAABAA/RSCmGXx8o-I/s72-c/DSC02389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-5477923707174324909</id><published>2009-07-23T14:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:58:18.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>This is MY PARKING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was jogging with gf just a day ago, and while we were walking pass my row of houses somewhere in USJ, we spotted this A4 sized piece of paper slipped between the windshield and wiper of a car parked along the road. Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SmgHY0VJXII/AAAAAAAAA_A/rdbXYQIzjVc/s1600-h/DSC02375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SmgHY0VJXII/AAAAAAAAA_A/rdbXYQIzjVc/s320/DSC02375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361543479330167938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The message: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Could you please find your own parking? This is my parking. Thanks you for your understanding".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, seriously, not only is the grammer a little screwed but i am one person who really hates it when people park at my parking spot. Not only do i have to look for another parking spot, i would have to re-park my car once it is vacated. Imagine, you come back from work around 8pm and find your spot taken. You still have to park it somewhere before entering your house. And all the while you will be looking out if the obstructing car has left. I've even experience the car only leaving at 10 - 11pm! I mean, if my car is able to start itself and park itself, then it's ok, but unfortunately, that only happens in horror movies so we still have to re park it manually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said this, i do make exceptions, not that i can do anything about it other than putting a sign like the one above. I feel that if the car belonged to a visitor, then it's OK la, as long as they do not take up the space for too long. Parking there during the day time is fine with me. I mean as visitors, they wouldn't know who regularly parks there. It's reasonable enough for me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if it is a neighbor who parks there knows very well that i park there each and every day of the week at a particular time, then that's really asking for it! A neighbor staying opposite my house used to love parking at that spot although he knows that we have always been parking there. Of course i was furious, as for a time, i used to only come back at 11pm after futsal or for some other matters and finding my lot taken. It's really frustrates you to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, i always advice my friends, cell members, visitors to park way further at the 'lorong' or at the end of the road where there is ample parking space. I always strictly prohibit them from parking at my neighbor's lot as it really is not a nice thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refering back to the picture above and after thinking a little more, i was thinking how can a neighborhood become united and close if things such as parking become a reason for argument amongst neighbors? There is no unity and spirit of togetherness. You mind your business i mind mine. How then can we combat the menace of snatch theives, robbers and troublemakers? I never believed in security guards as they are still civilians and are therefore not obliged to take action in the event of a robbery. It's just not worth risking my life. I guess then we as citizens of Malaysia should think hard and long again about attitudes and our priorities in such matters if we want to wage an effective war against this menace. We are the ones answerable to the level of security of our own neighborhood and we should not solely depend on external parties for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SmgHZgpw8PI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/WcjzZYn9WxA/s1600-h/DSC02377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SmgHZgpw8PI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/WcjzZYn9WxA/s320/DSC02377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361543491227807986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food: Sausage McMuffin, Tiger biscuits and good coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-5477923707174324909?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/5477923707174324909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=5477923707174324909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5477923707174324909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5477923707174324909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-my-parking.html' title='This is MY PARKING!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SmgHY0VJXII/AAAAAAAAA_A/rdbXYQIzjVc/s72-c/DSC02375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-896082983113578834</id><published>2009-07-10T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:54:01.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Exterminators.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SlbzW6UvNLI/AAAAAAAAA-4/UmBe4c9n-XY/s1600-h/Rambo+Ted+%26+Shooter+Meow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SlbzW6UvNLI/AAAAAAAAA-4/UmBe4c9n-XY/s320/Rambo+Ted+%26+Shooter+Meow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356736381742691506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People, meet Rambo Ted and Shooter Meow. Both have been great buddies since they can both remember. Yes, it's bizzaire how 2 gentle beings, a Teddy Bear starts totting a M4 (SOPMOD) and a Meow Meow brandishing twin P99TAs (Tactical). How on earth did this 2 cuddly friends become war mongering cuddly friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braving difficult times, both Rambo and Shooter have decided to go mercenery by becoming pest exterminators. They can range from anything from pesky mickey mouses to the ever notorious cockroaches. No longer can they sustain the life of the average teddy and cat. Beside accepting payment is cash and credit (1.8% extra), they also accept hugs and belly tickles (T&amp;amp;C apply).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, please contact: 1800-99-9999&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-896082983113578834?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/896082983113578834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=896082983113578834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/896082983113578834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/896082983113578834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2009/07/exterminators.html' title='Exterminators.............'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SlbzW6UvNLI/AAAAAAAAA-4/UmBe4c9n-XY/s72-c/Rambo+Ted+%26+Shooter+Meow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-8668392366975348546</id><published>2009-06-20T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:14:56.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Life'/><title type='text'>The Loosing Feeling.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dougbot.com/forum/loosingWeight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 525px;" src="http://dougbot.com/forum/loosingWeight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An energy sapping day, more mental than physical. There are times where i really ask myself if what i'm doing is worth it. There are just those days when that question comes lingering around, the mocking laughter targeted at you. It's made all the more difficult when you do something that you believe in so much but to others, they just don't share the same feelings as you do. Some are indifferent, some are quiet, some look at you with the 'all knowing' look, most are just more preoccupied with their own lifes, their jobs, their issues. Most would rather not think any thing beyond their office cubicle for they feel that their life as it is already has enough problems on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as bleak and as gloomy and as crappy and as shitty as it seems, i know that whatever i'm doing right now is the right, and its the one thing that i will never question. It is also the one thing that keeps me going. Well, nobody said it was going to be a walk in the park. We are at war after all. Just have to keep going at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll live to fight another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-8668392366975348546?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/8668392366975348546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=8668392366975348546' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8668392366975348546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8668392366975348546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2009/06/loosing-feeling.html' title='The Loosing Feeling.........'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-8673575956241080937</id><published>2009-06-19T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:51:35.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlockBusters'/><title type='text'>Malaya's Fight Against Terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://static.nstp.com.my/skrip/flowplayer-3.0.5.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="/skrip/flowplayer-3.0.5.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=%7B%22clip%22%3A%7B%22url%22%3A%22http%3A//202.186.153.15/enc/webtv/videos/v20090615195915/JungleAv2.flv%22%7D%2C%22playlist%22%3A%5B%22http%3A//202.186.153.15/enc/webtv/videos/v20090615195915/video.jpg%22%2C%20%7B%22url%22%3A%22http%3A//202.186.153.15/enc/webtv/videos/v20090615195915/JungleAv2.flv%22%2C%22autoPlay%22%3Afalse%2C%22autoBuffering%22%3A%20false%7D%5D%7D"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some insight of our country's history, it's struggles during the Emergency period. Watch on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-8673575956241080937?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/8673575956241080937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=8673575956241080937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8673575956241080937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8673575956241080937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2009/06/malayas-fight-against-terror.html' title='Malaya&apos;s Fight Against Terror'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-6977987293780433707</id><published>2009-06-10T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:09:19.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Futsal Finger Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interesting how we always only blog when something really big or interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are some pictures of my right "middle" finger which was hit by a speeding &lt;a href="http://alepinho87.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/adidas_europass_ball_euro2008.jpg"&gt;ball &lt;/a&gt;during a game of futsal last night. It was my turn as the goalie, so i was just outside the &lt;a href="http://www.perrygascoine.com/futsal/images/design_images/futsal-field.jpg"&gt;"D Ring"&lt;/a&gt; where the &lt;a href="http://www.martinfrost.ws/htmlfiles/gazette/soccer_goalie.jpg"&gt;goalie&lt;/a&gt; can't handle the ball. So instinctively, i jumped backward with outstretched hands to stop the ball. So yep, my middle finger got in the way of the ball and voila my swollen goldfish lookalike finger is complete. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Si8tbVWI_iI/AAAAAAAAA-k/jQsxHjfZIuQ/s1600-h/DSC02347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Si8tbVWI_iI/AAAAAAAAA-k/jQsxHjfZIuQ/s320/DSC02347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345541230321794594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic 1: A side view of my finger. Looks gross ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Si8tbFBGlKI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ew12AgMGUDw/s1600-h/DSC02346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Si8tbFBGlKI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ew12AgMGUDw/s320/DSC02346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345541225938588834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic 2: Closer look at the finger. One side seems more bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Si8tbEG-qzI/AAAAAAAAA-U/GPjAENjLdig/s1600-h/DSC02344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Si8tbEG-qzI/AAAAAAAAA-U/GPjAENjLdig/s320/DSC02344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345541225694800690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic 3: General overview of my fingers. Compare their size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yes, i'd have to do some massages to get it back to shape. I realize how inconvenient it is without it. It's difficult to wash the a**, play drums, use the mouse for gaming and definately my typing speed is slower by 0.2342324 miliseconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us today not take our middle fingers for granted. :P&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/3697346004342453131-6977987293780433707?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/6977987293780433707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=6977987293780433707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6977987293780433707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6977987293780433707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2009/06/futsal-finger-accident.html' title='Futsal Finger Accident'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Si8tbVWI_iI/AAAAAAAAA-k/jQsxHjfZIuQ/s72-c/DSC02347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-9005613038613872653</id><published>2009-02-26T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:01:27.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Randomness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Randomness is the theme today! Nothing much to write but as we all say, a picture paints a thousand words, or in this case, some pictures to paint 'some' words. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SaYHiizTzuI/AAAAAAAAA98/LSso49ERBNs/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SaYHiizTzuI/AAAAAAAAA98/LSso49ERBNs/s320/DSC02089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306937500941668066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A hostel cat that i found one morning who was drinking water from a puddle. Poor guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SaYHiDtap-I/AAAAAAAAA90/cU-6H0Z2dyw/s1600-h/DSC02054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SaYHiDtap-I/AAAAAAAAA90/cU-6H0Z2dyw/s320/DSC02054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306937492595451874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelana Jaya. Was taken along the LDP while sending my mom off to Ipoh. hahaha. Pretty nice sunrise i'd say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SaYHh8iWzHI/AAAAAAAAA9s/0H0j3ur-hkI/s1600-h/DSC02044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SaYHh8iWzHI/AAAAAAAAA9s/0H0j3ur-hkI/s320/DSC02044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306937490670013554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends. Gf and my youngest niece catching up with gossip on current events between her kindergarten mates and her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SaYHh2QHNmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/51ivYngIY8c/s1600-h/DSC02035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SaYHh2QHNmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/51ivYngIY8c/s320/DSC02035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306937488982881890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks! A notepad given by a thankful colleague for standing in for her during her pregnancy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SaYHhk9bsYI/AAAAAAAAA9c/fJuHIng2r38/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SaYHhk9bsYI/AAAAAAAAA9c/fJuHIng2r38/s320/DSC01999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306937484341129602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese Football: No, this is not the home of Shaolin Soccer, but rather the Perak Chinese Football Association. Taken outside Gourmet Square somewhere in Ipoh Garden in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this post! Will look for more stuff to post up soon. Randomness. Till later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-9005613038613872653?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/9005613038613872653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=9005613038613872653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/9005613038613872653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/9005613038613872653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomness-is-theme-today-nothing-much.html' title='Randomness!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SaYHiizTzuI/AAAAAAAAA98/LSso49ERBNs/s72-c/DSC02089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-2630819003819154281</id><published>2009-02-19T10:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:42:48.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisureness'/><title type='text'>Ipoh: Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi all! It's being rather hot recently with almost no rain coming down. Well there are the pros and cons of this. Good thing is there is less traffic jam, and the bad thing is, it's dang hot and you have to water your plants more, wash your car more etc etc etc. So that's the week so far for me . hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I went back to Ipoh for an ultra super short holiday for the sake of having a holiday. As you all know, Ipoh does not really have much places to visit, unlike Malacca whose heritage is well preserved and Penang for it's food and old culture. Ipoh on the other hand definately has got good food too, but that's pretty much all it has. Now, despite our improving infrastructure (after so long), Ipoh is still a bore to visit. There are many old shop houses around but these are not well preserved, most are abandoned or burned down for insurance. The remaining shops can barely survive thanks to the bad planning by Perak's tourism ministry. Talk bout &lt;a href="http://nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Monday/National/2480594/Article/pppull_index_html"&gt;Perak's political situation&lt;/a&gt;. We shall keep that for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's partly why we made a very short trip back to Ipoh, just to eat the beef noodles, drink the white coffee, buy some tid bits for friends and family and eat some other stuff before embarking back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we DID visit a historical part of Perak and it's not &lt;a href="http://www.pulau-pangkor.com/Kellies-Castle.html"&gt;Kelly's Castle&lt;/a&gt;. This place is located in &lt;a href="http://www.pulau-pangkor.com/Pasir-Salak.html"&gt;Pasir Salak&lt;/a&gt;. For all those of you who have forgotten your Malaysian History, this is the place where &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_W.W._Birch"&gt;J.W.W. Birch&lt;/a&gt; was killed by one of Dato Sagor's men, Pandak Endut. Thinking about it now, i can imagine the confusion it must have been with Birch yakking in english and Sagor spitting away in bahasa baku malay. Both sides must have been really confused as the interpreter was also killed prior to this. Perhaps Birch was trying to calm things down but the malay dudes saw it as a threatening  or rude gesture and thus out came the &lt;a href="http://malaysiana.pnm.my/Alat%20Tradisonal/buru_lembing_files/lembing2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'lembing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, into Birch's body which starts a rebellion that leads to a series of events made famous and unforgettable in our Dewan &amp;amp; Pustaka history textbooks. Talk about a misunderstanding. phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. Yes, it took us quite a drive, and there were times where we had doubts if we were actually heading into oblivion as Pasir Salak was not exactly located anywhere near town. We passed rows and rows of trees, small &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'kampung'&lt;/span&gt; settlements, cows, goats and half naked kids running around with them. But thanks to road signs persistently pointing us to the historical site, we continued on our adventure despite the slight rain. At least the Tourism department did something right. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, we reached the place after approximately 1 hour of driving and were pleasantly surprised by the reasonably well maintained place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzZtPQvrxI/AAAAAAAAA88/th-KwvvT7DI/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzZtPQvrxI/AAAAAAAAA88/th-KwvvT7DI/s320/DSC01983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304353832349708050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The main entrance to the historical site. There was a no designated parking so everyone just parked at the side of the road. We also discovered we were practically the only non-malays around after signing their guest book. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzGGCIIMOI/AAAAAAAAA70/Nec1x7iNnwI/s1600-h/DSC01964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzGGCIIMOI/AAAAAAAAA70/Nec1x7iNnwI/s320/DSC01964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304332268088078562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birch's End. we immediately set out to look for Birch's murder scene which was, as we found out marked by this marble slab cum flag pole.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzFZzV_oDI/AAAAAAAAA7k/GDL9X6pDbHU/s1600-h/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzFZzV_oDI/AAAAAAAAA7k/GDL9X6pDbHU/s320/DSC01963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304331508205461554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Approximates? Basically, it says that the precise spot where he was killed is unknown but he WAS killed somewhere around this area. That was good enough for me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzGGi707rI/AAAAAAAAA8M/M1EyY7Lw1TM/s1600-h/DSC01973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzGGi707rI/AAAAAAAAA8M/M1EyY7Lw1TM/s320/DSC01973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304332276894854834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tribute to Birch. The British government was thankful to Birch as one of the first British residents thus they built him a monument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzGG986IsI/AAAAAAAAA8U/biXvwMFT44E/s1600-h/DSC01971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzGG986IsI/AAAAAAAAA8U/biXvwMFT44E/s320/DSC01971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304332284147147458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here you can read what it says. Hope it's clear enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzHsk2ZN_I/AAAAAAAAA8c/rVqhf8ow6_U/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzHsk2ZN_I/AAAAAAAAA8c/rVqhf8ow6_U/s320/DSC01975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304334029755594738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interesting fence design. Gf and i have decided that this was the genuine medieval chain link fence and was worth mentioning as chains are no longer made this way anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzHsx4XlHI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YV8IpmrTpJ4/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzHsx4XlHI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YV8IpmrTpJ4/s320/DSC01974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304334033253536882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Measurement. A rough comparison between the chain and my pocket knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzGGDtigOI/AAAAAAAAA78/NnjR_Jm5qrY/s1600-h/DSC01968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzGGDtigOI/AAAAAAAAA78/NnjR_Jm5qrY/s320/DSC01968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304332268513427682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giant Keris. A monument to remember all those who fought against the British during those days. Sounds vaguely familiar these days too, if you know what i mean, the keris and all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzGGU1rF6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/mgmhcdbeyNk/s1600-h/DSC01969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzGGU1rF6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/mgmhcdbeyNk/s320/DSC01969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304332273110947746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A brief description of the monument. Describes what the malay folk have done to combat the english colonist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzHtPkxiNI/AAAAAAAAA8s/O31UkaVDDcg/s1600-h/DSC01977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzHtPkxiNI/AAAAAAAAA8s/O31UkaVDDcg/s320/DSC01977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304334041224415442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the local version of a sun clock. We were wondering how it works but to no avail. The museum is located behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzFZqtWUEI/AAAAAAAAA7c/krURJJMOyes/s1600-h/DSC01960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzFZqtWUEI/AAAAAAAAA7c/krURJJMOyes/s320/DSC01960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304331505887498306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Heavy Artillery'. This is all the malay's have got when fighting against the British. Judging from it's size, it's probably no more than a 6 pounder, a pop gun in comparison to the Royal Navy's howitzers. Notice the little marbles on the left side. No wonder they lost. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZztmi97bsI/AAAAAAAAA9E/bc44KF_Zw8g/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZztmi97bsI/AAAAAAAAA9E/bc44KF_Zw8g/s320/DSC01959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375707612966594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another view. Hope you can read the description at the bottom. Apparently this cannon is called 'Lela'. Funnily, if i'm not mistaken, lela stands for relaxed. Hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, whatever it is, i was glad that i have finally visited Pasir Salak. Ironically for all those years that i've been in Ipoh, i've never thought of visiting this place until i've moved and settled down in KL. I guess sometimes we take things for granted until that thing is no longer readily available would we then appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the Part II of Ipoh. :P Chiows!&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/3697346004342453131-2630819003819154281?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/2630819003819154281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=2630819003819154281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/2630819003819154281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/2630819003819154281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2009/02/ipoh-part-i.html' title='Ipoh: Part I'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZzZtPQvrxI/AAAAAAAAA88/th-KwvvT7DI/s72-c/DSC01983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-8522626923807721780</id><published>2009-02-12T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:46:13.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Life'/><title type='text'>Piercing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZPY1DjftYI/AAAAAAAAA7M/qCrofI1I9Kw/s1600-h/DSC02057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZPY1DjftYI/AAAAAAAAA7M/qCrofI1I9Kw/s320/DSC02057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301819592344057218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pierced: This is me with my new piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZPaRvMdEdI/AAAAAAAAA7U/GKbcxcUkaUY/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZPaRvMdEdI/AAAAAAAAA7U/GKbcxcUkaUY/s320/DSC02059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301821184606540242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Closer view: Took me sometime to take this picture as i can't see where i am aiming the camera. But well, anyway, a closer view of the ear stud. Nothing fancy really. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just realized that i have not blogged for a really really really really long time. Sometimes i am amazed at how some people can blog everyday. Good example is &lt;a href="http://www.oleole.com/blogs/arseblog/"&gt;Arseblog&lt;/a&gt; where the guy practically HAS to blog every day be it snowing, raining, tsunami, cyclone. Of course he does it for a living so i guess that makes all the difference but still, imagine this, let's say you are on a holiday and yet you still have to blog despite everything, and not just that, you have to be updated in all the stuff you are going to write about, for instance Arsenal news. Ah well, such is the life of a full time blogger i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you have already seen in the pictures above, i got my ear pierced.  I've always wanted to get a piercing as i thought it looked cool, although part of me got the piercing for fun. The first question my friends and colleagues pose to me is surprisingly surprising, "Why you go pierce your ear!?". I actually don't mind the question as it is a valid question, but really, although they don't say it, i am absolutely positively sure that i could feel their aura of disapproval from their looks. Of course there are also friends who think it funny, some friend didn't even notice it, some commented on it as much as they would have commented on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, having said all that, alot of us are still very conservative in the way we think. Most of us want to think that we are opened minded but we are more conservative than we really are. Perhaps ear piercing for guys is viewed as some sort of rebellion, some form of protest against the norm of things? I don't know. Ah well, such is life after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most post to come! Till then............. :P&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/3697346004342453131-8522626923807721780?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/8522626923807721780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=8522626923807721780' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8522626923807721780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8522626923807721780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2009/02/piercing.html' title='Piercing'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SZPY1DjftYI/AAAAAAAAA7M/qCrofI1I9Kw/s72-c/DSC02057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-3510928265148450188</id><published>2008-12-05T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:26:52.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC Happenings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/STid_fUjlkI/AAAAAAAAA5I/NYJzGVnOyxE/s1600-h/Christmas"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 544px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/STid_fUjlkI/AAAAAAAAA5I/NYJzGVnOyxE/s320/Christmas" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276140677529572930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/STid_zfl1rI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/xlFbT2a3GDA/s1600-h/Christmas%282%29"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 550px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/STid_zfl1rI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/xlFbT2a3GDA/s320/Christmas%282%29" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276140682944566962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need not say more.......... Be there or regret not coming.................. 13 December 2008, SS14 field (near SMSJ). Anyway, if you do not know where it is, just got to your favorite bak kut teh shop and look out for for lotsa excited people making their way there.... kekekeke.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-3510928265148450188?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/3510928265148450188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=3510928265148450188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3510928265148450188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3510928265148450188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-not-say-more.html' title=''/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/STid_fUjlkI/AAAAAAAAA5I/NYJzGVnOyxE/s72-c/Christmas' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-1637713948342821087</id><published>2008-11-28T10:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:44:35.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC Happenings'/><title type='text'>Life Acts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9nfseyA9I/AAAAAAAAA44/i1b9wEjROnA/s1600-h/DSC01840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9nfseyA9I/AAAAAAAAA44/i1b9wEjROnA/s320/DSC01840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273547482888012754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the my view of Damien's head. Looks really cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that i haven't blogged about our cell all this time. Perhaps it was the over-indulgence in crappy posts which i'm known for. Muahahaha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, our cell is known as 'Life Acts'. Why Life Acts? First of all we didn't want to adopt another typical cell group name such as Love, Peace and Joy kinda names, which sound really cliche in today's context. Life Acts wants to be relevant and applicable in making Jesus known to those around us, as in the young working adults in our offices and workplaces. We meet every Friday at 8.30pm by default unless otherwise informed.  There is only so much i can share through words, and only the experience can tell. So that's that. :P&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/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9XVJBCq2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/NVXJjpetiXg/s1600-h/DSC01837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9XVJBCq2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/NVXJjpetiXg/s320/DSC01837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273529709383297890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how cell usually looks like. Don't worry, we don't look like that all the time. In this picture we are at prayer with Kelvin leading, i think. Queen Anne is visiting us for that Friday for fun. It's also to fill up her Friday nights as she is free and have nothing else to do. Just kidding la, Anne is here to check out on us. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9XUcwg6TI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/5Rt-9KgAOTA/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9XUcwg6TI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/5Rt-9KgAOTA/s320/DSC01799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273529697502816562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is during ice breaker where everyone has to stand on a piece of rug. The objective is to overturn the rug with everyone still standing on it. Sounds easy but the pictures say otherwise. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9XVWLu7XI/AAAAAAAAA4g/l1JiSui9bEk/s1600-h/DSC01800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9XVWLu7XI/AAAAAAAAA4g/l1JiSui9bEk/s320/DSC01800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273529712917802354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More ballet moves from the debutants. Nice. So glad i took these pictures. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9o-pP3pTI/AAAAAAAAA5A/vUZzIQdxqmc/s1600-h/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9o-pP3pTI/AAAAAAAAA5A/vUZzIQdxqmc/s320/DSC01791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273549114107733298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of their feet. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9XUGRKaiI/AAAAAAAAA4I/k2TZOnhsRDg/s1600-h/DSC01841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9XUGRKaiI/AAAAAAAAA4I/k2TZOnhsRDg/s320/DSC01841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273529691465738786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Word.  Tony and Cherry busy referring to the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9XT2ovkSI/AAAAAAAAA4A/50pjQUvS7Lk/s1600-h/DSC01839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9XT2ovkSI/AAAAAAAAA4A/50pjQUvS7Lk/s320/DSC01839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273529687269675298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelvin leading Word. Way to go intern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9nBzwJ0XI/AAAAAAAAA4o/bS_ZBUEG2xU/s1600-h/DSC01838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9nBzwJ0XI/AAAAAAAAA4o/bS_ZBUEG2xU/s320/DSC01838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273546969443848562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other side of the hall with David, Sel, Phil and Gavin. Look at their attentiveness. Proud me.&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/3697346004342453131-1637713948342821087?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/1637713948342821087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=1637713948342821087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/1637713948342821087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/1637713948342821087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-acts.html' title='Life Acts'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SS9nfseyA9I/AAAAAAAAA44/i1b9wEjROnA/s72-c/DSC01840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-4754175579712037977</id><published>2008-10-24T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:22:44.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Life'/><title type='text'>Eating Oats in the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SQFlUmpyVPI/AAAAAAAAA30/3yNSSog5maI/s1600-h/DSC01787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SQFlUmpyVPI/AAAAAAAAA30/3yNSSog5maI/s320/DSC01787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260597244393051378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eating oats in the dark. What a title. Many things have happened within a span of few months. There are some things that i'm really proud of achieving, some things that seem like a burden but you know it's something worthwhile doing, some things that you know you have to continue doing although you don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some days there are things that seem to indicate hopelessness leading to a feeling of uselessness. I've tried, perhaps i have not tried hard enough. Perhaps what i deem as enough is not really enough. I guess i have to push harder to perhaps meet that expectation. Then again, i do not know if it will ever be enough. Then again, something tells me that it'll never be enough. But then again, i know deep down i still have to push harder for my own sake. Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also certain things that have come to a turning point in my life. It is either meant to be or not meant to be. It was so close to happening, yet so far. But in reality, it was so far yet i was somewhat blinded and did not see. How much more naive could i have been? In a way, certain things already look set to go a certain direction, but who knows? Whatever decision it may be, i just pray that it is for the best and that i will not look back and regret on the decision that i have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, i find waking up a chore. i find my mind less rested even after i have rested. I can only find rest after a time of exertion. Such irony when rest does not bring rest but when exertion brings peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those of you reading this post, i'm sorry if you don't get what i mean as i'm writing in parables. Don't worry, i'm fine, just putting thought into writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&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/3697346004342453131-4754175579712037977?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/4754175579712037977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=4754175579712037977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/4754175579712037977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/4754175579712037977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/10/eating-oats-in-dark.html' title='Eating Oats in the Dark'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SQFlUmpyVPI/AAAAAAAAA30/3yNSSog5maI/s72-c/DSC01787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-6185872672258500409</id><published>2008-10-16T15:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:15:47.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Spyderco Delica 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spydie.nl/catalogs/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.spydie.nl/catalogs/logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi again! I should be blogging way more than this. So very sorry for all who follow my blog. I'll try to come up with more things hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my first &lt;a href="http://spyderco.com/"&gt;Spyderco&lt;/a&gt; Delica 4 folder knife.  Why is it named Delica, i'm not too sure, but one thing's for sure, it looks anything but delicate. Cost me about RM180++ after converting USD to RM but nevertheless, i believe it was still a good buy. It's gonna be one of those once in a lifetime purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may be wondering why in the world do i want to get a knife and such an expensive one at that?! Now, i consider myself quite an avid camper when i was in secondary school, about 2-4 times a year. I used to use "Parangs", the malay version of a &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.my/imgres?imgurl=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LS4WnHcgiw/RYwGmZt05MI/AAAAAAAAAP4/n-zu1lZIfYo/s320/machete.JPG&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://lagringasblogicito.blogspot.com/2006/12/la-gringas-garden-was-macheted.html&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=7&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=14&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__F0I1w_8ASmWL3DIAfYLU-_VmKb4=&amp;amp;tbnid=6FQ_bln8sHw_uM:&amp;amp;tbnh=116&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmachete%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DN"&gt;machete&lt;/a&gt; to chop brush,  wood, small trees, any babi hutan (wild boars) who come near enough and more or less anything else at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'll never use fancy stuff like a Spyderco during a camping trip although i'm sure it's made for it! Standard chinese mentality, for example, you have a pair of Timberland boots and a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.fkr.com.my/gcb-product.html"&gt;Fung Keong&lt;/a&gt; black canvas shoes. Which would you wear for a hiking/ camping trip? So yeah, that's my point. As good chinese, we'd probably wear Fung Keong while the Timby's will be worn for more gentler purposes, like jalan jalan at One U. =) How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes! Therefore, the purchase of the Spyderco Delica 4, a tribute to the days of mozzies, wild boars and tonnes of crap! Enjoy!&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/_3fF89F_eASA/SPcFtWei8qI/AAAAAAAAA3k/JNzDdL_klmM/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPcFtWei8qI/AAAAAAAAA3k/JNzDdL_klmM/s320/DSC01752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257677366664295074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's how it looks like opened. It's roughly 15 cm long including the handle. The blade itself is about 7.5cm. Handle is sturdy, nice to hold with little or no risk of slipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbsF4Ql7nI/AAAAAAAAA3c/hSPOdqCf4ZU/s1600-h/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbsF4Ql7nI/AAAAAAAAA3c/hSPOdqCf4ZU/s320/DSC01749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257649200747114098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how it looks like close/folded. Again, great holding, as the blade is safely stored snugly in the handle therefore no need for a sheath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbrRSer8rI/AAAAAAAAA28/juZE1n2VkR0/s1600-h/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbrRSer8rI/AAAAAAAAA28/juZE1n2VkR0/s320/DSC01744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257648297252483762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the blade. It's a combo blade, with plain and seretted edge put together. The plain edge is for general cutting, slicing etc. while the serreted edge works like a saw which is good for cutting ropes, wood and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbsFVcPiqI/AAAAAAAAA3E/lT17j132tFc/s1600-h/DSC01745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbsFVcPiqI/AAAAAAAAA3E/lT17j132tFc/s320/DSC01745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257649191400737442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of the edge. if you are wondering what's that hole for, then you are looking at one of Spyderco's pioneering innovations. It's meant for quick access of the blade, meaning a flip with your thumb over the hole with open up the blade in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbsFmz-y8I/AAAAAAAAA3U/VVR-ocSpIzo/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbsFmz-y8I/AAAAAAAAA3U/VVR-ocSpIzo/s320/DSC01747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257649196063706050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's an even closer look at the serreted edge. If you notice the engravings on the side which says 'Spyderco VG-10'. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VG-10"&gt;VG-10&lt;/a&gt; is a type of steel available only in Japan for unknown reasons. Makes it easier to sharpen, hard to blunt and great resistance against rust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbrRU--vaI/AAAAAAAAA20/_Yxt1OsBDog/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbrRU--vaI/AAAAAAAAA20/_Yxt1OsBDog/s320/DSC01742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257648297924804002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another feature pioneered by Spyderco, the holding clip. With this, you can clip it to your pockets therefore not hindering any space therefore you can still put you coins, wallet etc. What's best is you can interchange the clips to suit righties and lefties! There is also a hole to thread your lanyard should you need to hang it around your neck for easy access during camping trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbsFmig_5I/AAAAAAAAA3M/bjtnUFepn_8/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbsFmig_5I/AAAAAAAAA3M/bjtnUFepn_8/s320/DSC01746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257649195990450066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Volcanic' Grips. The design of the ridges speak for themselves. Again, great grip and great holding. Also, take note just right above the logo is the 'release' button once you are done cutting, you press it to retract the blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbrROdq_PI/AAAAAAAAA2s/9vU-Z2yrrrU/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPbrROdq_PI/AAAAAAAAA2s/9vU-Z2yrrrU/s320/DSC01740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257648296174484722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, the logo is engraved onto the handle. A little more about the logo is, it's supposed to reassemble a spider althought it looks more like a fat tick to me. Nevertheless, i love it. :P&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/3697346004342453131-6185872672258500409?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/6185872672258500409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=6185872672258500409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6185872672258500409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6185872672258500409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/10/spyderco-delica-4.html' title='Spyderco Delica 4'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SPcFtWei8qI/AAAAAAAAA3k/JNzDdL_klmM/s72-c/DSC01752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-9184567680193981876</id><published>2008-08-28T09:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:42:24.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Couple Arguement in Medan Food Court</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was having lunch at good ol' medan near my office in Sunway University with some colleagues. So in between lame jokes whilst waiting for our orders to arrive, my '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kepoh' &lt;/span&gt;eye managed to spot a couple who seemed to be having a disagreement over something. I wasn't sure what, it could have been a disagreement over the eating venue, well, medan is not exactly the most romantic eating place around. It could also be that the girl was questioning her bf as she thought he was cheating on her or the incident could have been sparked off because he commented on something about her belly size. Or it could be the girl was having constipation, or it could mean a million other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SLX6e_xozoI/AAAAAAAAA2M/MdqXdvAzuqI/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SLX6e_xozoI/AAAAAAAAA2M/MdqXdvAzuqI/s320/DSC01491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239369151938088578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy looks intimidated with folded arms. &lt;/span&gt;The guy was trying to walk off sensing that people around were looking. The girl looks like she is going to scratch and dismantle his limbs as how a lioness would devour a baby calf. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SLX6fD-1h4I/AAAAAAAAA2U/T3GXPxHgb0M/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SLX6fD-1h4I/AAAAAAAAA2U/T3GXPxHgb0M/s320/DSC01492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239369153067190146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy puts on a final front.&lt;/span&gt; After gathering what mojo is left from every seam of his body, the 'calf' tries to retaliate. Usually this happens when the calf is cornered by the lioness with no where else to run. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later on, we suspect this whole scene could be a staged up thingy as after about 20 minutes, the couple came in, sat with a group of friends, and things seemed normal. One of my colleagues recognized one of the students at the table being the president of, of all things, the club of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Performing Arts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. For all our puny little minds know, it could have been a filming or a  'live' practice session to test out their theater skills, or it could have been an audition for an upcoming production!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with theater experience can shed some light on this? Do you guys do auditions or practice your roles in public or do filming this way? Oh well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, many possibilities. All things said, the incident ended well at least for the moment as later on, both were seen walking off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sou toh sou"&lt;/span&gt; (hand in hand).  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day to all! &lt;a href="http://soccernet.espn.go.com/report?id=252425&amp;amp;&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Arsenal defeats FC Twente&lt;/a&gt; (Tweety) 4-1 in the Champions League qualifiers. early this morning. Another good example of how a lioness devours a tweety bird. :P&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/3697346004342453131-9184567680193981876?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/9184567680193981876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=9184567680193981876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/9184567680193981876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/9184567680193981876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/08/couple-arguement-in-medan-food-court.html' title='Couple Arguement in Medan Food Court'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SLX6e_xozoI/AAAAAAAAA2M/MdqXdvAzuqI/s72-c/DSC01491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-6663808813165922482</id><published>2008-08-21T11:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:43:37.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>My Personal Physio Therapist (Menglembu Branch)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SKzmF2iTqOI/AAAAAAAAAoA/sqjMUUHWDqw/s1600-h/Sifu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SKzmF2iTqOI/AAAAAAAAAoA/sqjMUUHWDqw/s320/Sifu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236813454938188002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Peepz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i know i should be blogging more but really, there is just so very many very thing to do these days, and i don't mean just work! So many things take up loads of unnecessary time, for example slow internet connection. Heck! A big part of my job revolves around managing a websites and slow connections are seriously not helping. bleh! So much for monopolization of ISPs. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, anyway, i've managed to 'dig' up some photos of my personal 'physio' back in Ipoh, to be precise, Menglembu, land of peanuts. Mr. Wong or better known as Uncle is the one who tends to my bruised muscles, tendons and joints each time i injure them. As a pretty regular debutant in football and karate, i used to visit him pretty much last time to 'service' up my battered joints. It ranges anything from dislocated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kan", &lt;/span&gt;muscle pulls to sprains to very serious sprains. Oh! and Uncle also doubles as a machinist, as he services factory machines, sharpen machine blades and all that kinda stuff besides being a part time physio :P Very industrious chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once suffered a really bad tackle to my left foot. Please only go to this link on &lt;a href="http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/03/eduardos-foot-birmingham-2-arsenal-2.html"&gt;Eduardo&lt;/a&gt; if you really want to see it or else you can just use your creativity to visualize it. Thank God mine wasn't anywhere near as bad but it was still bad! I was left unable to play properly for a long time after that. Even worse was the fact that it was even harder for me to find my form back after that. Life was never then same ever, on the pitch anyway. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, every session will start with an inquiry of what happened, and uncle will ask you to do some motions to access the extent of damage done. After some advice on why youth these days like to get themselves hurt in dangerous sports and all, he will start by loosening the muscles, tendons all around the affected area right to the injury site. This would be followed by the actual teraphy which usually last about 1 hour depending on the extent of the injury. Along the way, he will again ask you to do the motions and voila! the affected limb will be fully healed! Magic isn't it? But in actual fact, it still hurts somewhat, but will get better after a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of one of my lesser injuries. Unfortunately, pictures are few as it was hard to focus, plus of course i had to focus on the pain. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SKzmFTCH-0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/qRICXJfWKL0/s1600-h/Sifu+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SKzmFTCH-0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/qRICXJfWKL0/s320/Sifu+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236813445407963970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The front of the clinic in Meglembu. He and his wife goes around in a Honda EX5. Sometimes if he's in the mood, then off he goes in the Corolla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SKzmFAVaF6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/GE_TjRNR7zQ/s1600-h/Sifu+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SKzmFAVaF6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/GE_TjRNR7zQ/s320/Sifu+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236813440388568994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sifu uncle administering one of his less dramatic moves on my right ankle. As you can see, he has pretty strong arms, something essential for his trade after all. There are also loads of stuff in his flood prone house which are placed about 1 foot off the ground. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SKzmE0UjM2I/AAAAAAAAAno/QPIjPafR1Bg/s1600-h/Sifu+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SKzmE0UjM2I/AAAAAAAAAno/QPIjPafR1Bg/s320/Sifu+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236813437163746146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The unknotting. Here's uncle is trying to unknott some tendons which were stuck. One fact about injuries like this is, once you are injured, it is easy to re-injure the said limb again. For mine, i've totally lost count. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SKzmEkywW-I/AAAAAAAAAng/rfrJeriCOkU/s1600-h/Sifu+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SKzmEkywW-I/AAAAAAAAAng/rfrJeriCOkU/s320/Sifu+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236813432995470306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Organized Mess. As you can see, Uncle keeps loads of stuff in his place which is actually his workshop. As i said, all of them are at least 1 foot off the ground to prevent damage from flash floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If Mr. Wong ever reads blogs or goes blog surfing, then this post is to pay tribute to him, my physio for all the great work done! Without him, i doubt i can still play today. :P Arsenal should really consider hiring him and bringing him to the Emirates.......&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/3697346004342453131-6663808813165922482?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/6663808813165922482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=6663808813165922482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6663808813165922482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6663808813165922482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-personal-physio-therapist-menglembu.html' title='My Personal Physio Therapist (Menglembu Branch)'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SKzmF2iTqOI/AAAAAAAAAoA/sqjMUUHWDqw/s72-c/Sifu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-249610872675976047</id><published>2008-07-11T16:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:11:05.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familie'/><title type='text'>Sayonara to 87 Jln Too Jee Lim!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcbM49v1MI/AAAAAAAAAm4/05a0TV81U-k/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcbM49v1MI/AAAAAAAAAm4/05a0TV81U-k/s320/DSC01198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221672201223132354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone's school shoes left to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a post long overdued  since the day i moved from Ipoh to Subang. Have been meaning to write on this for so long but din have the inspiration nor the time to write a proper post for my dear old house in Ipoh Garden. Anyway, here are some pictures which i hurriedly took before the movers came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcZ5faRRyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Rfueil07Bjk/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcZ5faRRyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Rfueil07Bjk/s320/DSC01194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221670768434300706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My house. This is the front part of my house with my mom's Nissan Datsun in the driveway. Plenty of memories, as i grew up here in the house for my first 17 years of life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcZ6O7M0MI/AAAAAAAAAmI/URY4BCrJONA/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcZ6O7M0MI/AAAAAAAAAmI/URY4BCrJONA/s320/DSC01199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221670781188886722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memory lane. The road leading to my house. The tree on the right is a Noni tree. It used to be planted in a pot until we decided to dump it on the ground to prevent ppl from throwing rubbish there.  :) Now it's grown really huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcZ6W6JVpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OlxaUIC4z9w/s1600-h/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcZ6W6JVpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OlxaUIC4z9w/s320/DSC01201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221670783331948178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No 87. Wonder how many thousand letters pass through this letter box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcZ60igAFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/T9sWobPIWnQ/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcZ60igAFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/T9sWobPIWnQ/s320/DSC01205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221670791285833810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colored cement blocks. Used to have loads of fun here with the neighbourhood kids. You won't believe how many things we can do with these. Anyway, no one really plays with them now. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcZ7EY7RxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dtX7b7XgUvo/s1600-h/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcZ7EY7RxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dtX7b7XgUvo/s320/DSC01211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221670795540645650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey Bar. This is where i learnt to be, well, a monkey. Also, another tool of much fun, where one can swing across, skip a couple of bars if you can. Good to build up arm strength. :P Also doubles as a goal post. This is where i first learnt how to take free-kicks. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcbL10hnqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/1t_f6E5AEVI/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcbL10hnqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/1t_f6E5AEVI/s320/DSC01213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221672183199276706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The swing. Not one for the weak hearted, these seemingly harmless swings become human catapults! The 'hero' sits on the bench, starts building momentum, swings almost to a 90 degree angle before flying off. The one who lands furthest wins. Can't imagine doing it now. The madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcbNWbckPI/AAAAAAAAAnA/afuGj4MJvNI/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcbNWbckPI/AAAAAAAAAnA/afuGj4MJvNI/s320/DSC01196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221672209132327154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Motocross Alley. This is the unoffical BMX race course. Here, its pictured already tarred, and all nice. In earlier times, it was filled with little pebbles and rocks. Really exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcg2zSRvZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/1-LIvArmYA8/s1600-h/DSC01206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcg2zSRvZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/1-LIvArmYA8/s320/DSC01206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221678418811272594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAP. This is probably built by non other than Lim Kit Siang for purposes we all know. Not much use as a game though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcbMRdeRgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/olmn2NLID7U/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcbMRdeRgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/olmn2NLID7U/s320/DSC01217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221672190618781186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crash site. This is the crash site of my first motorbike ride. I crashed a borrowed bike into the longkang. Missed the turning to the bridge. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;These are just a fraction of things i did during my childhood. Ipoh Garden will always have a special place in memory. I feel a lot of my character, what i am today, my believes, my principles, my aspirations were all instilled and cultivated here. I owe my illustrous childhood and what i am today, to this special place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcg3MD8jYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/W3Y3BSt_Zas/s1600-h/DSC01212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcg3MD8jYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/W3Y3BSt_Zas/s320/DSC01212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221678425462050178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-249610872675976047?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/249610872675976047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=249610872675976047' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/249610872675976047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/249610872675976047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Sayonara to 87 Jln Too Jee Lim!!!!!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHcbM49v1MI/AAAAAAAAAm4/05a0TV81U-k/s72-c/DSC01198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-256281339975473126</id><published>2008-07-08T10:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:58:12.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeAtWork'/><title type='text'>Mickey..........</title><content type='html'>Hi again after some time away. Have been pretty busy with work, and many many other stuff. haha. Anyway, a couple of days ago, we were trying to link a VGA cable from our student lounge LCD TV to one of our computers in the office. Reason is so that we can display patriotic Sunway-ian messages to students hanging around in the lounge. This is part of Sunway Group's masterplan in brainwashing our students to become Sunway-ian loyalist in the future by instilling loyalty and patriotism against the forces of Taylor's. What a load of c***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to do this, we had to open up the panelling at the ceiling to get the cables to pass through. We can't be having the cable dragged along the floor. The maintenance ppl, the HR ppl, not to mention the 'mak ciks' will go bonkers over it. So we were happily opening panellings until suddenly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'poof!'&lt;/span&gt; a mickey dropped from the sky, i mean the panelling to the ground in a cloud of fur. The local Malaysian vacabularies were fully used to the max at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out came the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paparazzis &lt;/span&gt;(students) and they all snapped away on their camera phones. Talk about aspiring, pesky reporters and CSI wannabes. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had great fun with mickey taking pics and all. Enjoy the pictures!&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/_3fF89F_eASA/SHLUG6PzE5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7212rr0pRPE/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHLUG6PzE5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7212rr0pRPE/s320/DSC01304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220468133255648146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Initial Shot. Picture of mickey after he fell down. We discovered that half of him was flattened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHLSBKiBkPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/c-Yy6HnK7b8/s1600-h/DSC01305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHLSBKiBkPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/c-Yy6HnK7b8/s320/DSC01305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220465835524591858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mickey measured up by aspiring CSI. Mickey was a little over 7 inches in length excluding his tail which was about 4 inches long. Pretty long guy. CSI also concluded that Mickey probably died of starvation after getting stuck in the wiring and piping. Poison was considered, but later dismissed as most mickey poison only activates after the mickey drinks water. That is why most mickeys die near the longkang. Otherwise, we will be seeing lotsa dead mickeys in our closets, under our beds, you get the idea. Anyway, kudos to the brilliant scientist who invented this poison. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHLSBvtDHZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/csMuzwyhwi4/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHLSBvtDHZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/csMuzwyhwi4/s320/DSC01302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220465845502942610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As mentioned, aspiring paparazzi and 'on site newscaster'. The guy posing with mickey is one of my colleagues non other than Terence. He's our graphics man and part time stand up comedian. What a guy. :)&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/3697346004342453131-256281339975473126?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/256281339975473126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=256281339975473126' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/256281339975473126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/256281339975473126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/07/mickey.html' title='Mickey..........'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SHLUG6PzE5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7212rr0pRPE/s72-c/DSC01304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-7189213482336714920</id><published>2008-06-09T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:13:17.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC Happenings'/><title type='text'>Sleepers........</title><content type='html'>Came across some photos of cell guys sleeping. I think i took them during one of those Thursday dinner get togethers or during cell. kekeke. Interesting how these hardworking men of God snooze off after a hard days work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&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/_3fF89F_eASA/SEynbrYkyJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/F2O1EDjp1GE/s1600-h/MKSleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEynbrYkyJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/F2O1EDjp1GE/s320/MKSleeping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209722962904926354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Munk sleeping before or after cell, posing with giant milk bottle. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEymDhrZh-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/BcRR2EFIGxs/s1600-h/MKSleeping+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEymDhrZh-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/BcRR2EFIGxs/s320/MKSleeping+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209721448471037922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another pose with the bottle. By the way, matt's the one holding the bottle. Asked him to put it nearer but he chickened out. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEymEBBW3AI/AAAAAAAAAko/ny0dlipwfSo/s1600-h/MKSleeping+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEymEBBW3AI/AAAAAAAAAko/ny0dlipwfSo/s320/MKSleeping+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209721456884636674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to capture some nostril hairs, but unfortunately my camera is not powerful enough. darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEyncAQvBZI/AAAAAAAAAk4/P5aQ6tty3yk/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEyncAQvBZI/AAAAAAAAAk4/P5aQ6tty3yk/s320/DSC01110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209722968509187474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damien snoozing off. I think this was taken during one of those thursday makan times. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEymC9DyrOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8WH1B_NELgs/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEymC9DyrOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8WH1B_NELgs/s320/DSC01108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209721438641237218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another creative pose from Damien. Hope his neck was fine after he woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEymB88oSnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/HTXvjVs9b0w/s1600-h/MarcSleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEymB88oSnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/HTXvjVs9b0w/s320/MarcSleeping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209721421431327346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marcus sleeping on the bean bag during cell. Very nice pose. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEymCSigIkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QauslLiWnpE/s1600-h/Cats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEymCSigIkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QauslLiWnpE/s320/Cats.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209721427227320898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope this is not our cell member. But he's having a nice afternoon nap under a seat. Life;s so good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are many more shots, but i can't seem to locate all of them. Bleh. Have fun!&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/3697346004342453131-7189213482336714920?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/7189213482336714920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=7189213482336714920' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7189213482336714920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7189213482336714920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleepers.html' title='Sleepers........'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/SEynbrYkyJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/F2O1EDjp1GE/s72-c/MKSleeping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-7041395572572055281</id><published>2008-05-06T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:39:42.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlockBusters'/><title type='text'>Tan Hong Ming's Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Am4vb0X8tEg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Am4vb0X8tEg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think this commercial made for Petronas Malaysia by Yasmin Ahmad is really cute. Tan Hong Ming having a crush on his classmate. I think lotsa guys much older than him could use 1/4 of his guts though! hahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, innocence such as these are becoming a rarity. It reminds us just how much the world has changed to become what it is today. Gone were the days where kids can roam and run around the park, ride their bikes, get into "high speed" crashes, roll on the grass (and mud), climb trees, chasing each other amidst the screaming parents asking them to come back for dinner. At least that was my childhood. I guess i'm fortunate enough to experience all that. But it feel sad that this is no longer possible or at the very least, its not so possible anymore. So much for future kids. bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you can find out more about her other works &lt;a href="http://yasminthestoryteller.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; . Quite an interesting local production. Have fun!&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/3697346004342453131-7041395572572055281?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/7041395572572055281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=7041395572572055281' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7041395572572055281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7041395572572055281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/05/tan-hong-mings-crush.html' title='Tan Hong Ming&apos;s Crush'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-4465596632521060410</id><published>2008-04-08T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:03:21.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC Happenings'/><title type='text'>CBC Heavenly Kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, its not about the commonly known Leon Lai, Andy Lau, Jacky Cheung and Aaron Kwok combo. Step aside now for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CBC 4 HEAVENLY KINGS! &lt;/span&gt;and i bet that all of them can sing just as well... :P Ranging from pilots, bankers, investors and auditors, it is truly sensational that CBC is blessed with these guys and all of them are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;single and available!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 HEAVENLY KINGS  OF CBC.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, please stop drooling on the keyboard.  :P Pictures are downloadable so dun fight ya? Everyone gets a copy.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OjR4MopZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uoHmmByrTrM/s1600-h/CBC+Most+Eligible+Bachelors+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OjR4MopZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uoHmmByrTrM/s320/CBC+Most+Eligible+Bachelors+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184667123572057490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 HEAVENLY KINGS: From left, Damien, Terky, Shaun and Capt. Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OjRoMopYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qi6keq6r6lY/s1600-h/CBC+Most+Eligible+Bachelors+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OjRoMopYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qi6keq6r6lY/s320/CBC+Most+Eligible+Bachelors+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184667119277090178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 HEAVENLY KINGS POSE: Lining up for a shot for me. So nice of them. There is also carol and Wai Keet behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OjRIMopWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-OTX0ZwKCr4/s1600-h/CBC+Most+Eligible+Bachelors+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OjRIMopWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-OTX0ZwKCr4/s320/CBC+Most+Eligible+Bachelors+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184667110687155554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A light moment: The 4 HEAVENLY KINGS sharing a light moment together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OjRYMopXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/atSKe6tIoDI/s1600-h/CBC+Most+Eligible+Bachelors+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OjRYMopXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/atSKe6tIoDI/s320/CBC+Most+Eligible+Bachelors+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184667114982122866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A light moment II: Everyone seems happy, especially Damien. Wonder why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OjQ4MopVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Pgjl66tz3JM/s1600-h/CBC+Most+Eligible+Bachelors.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OjQ4MopVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Pgjl66tz3JM/s320/CBC+Most+Eligible+Bachelors.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184667106392188242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pilot in the making? Damien posing in Capt. Jon's getup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, these is all i have. next i shall try getting the bachelor-rettes to pose too. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* These pictures were taken after TPM (The Perfect Murdered).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-4465596632521060410?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/4465596632521060410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=4465596632521060410' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/4465596632521060410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/4465596632521060410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/04/cbc-heavenly-kings.html' title='CBC Heavenly Kings'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OjR4MopZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uoHmmByrTrM/s72-c/CBC+Most+Eligible+Bachelors+%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-5873441068218353214</id><published>2008-04-02T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:27:30.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Of doggys and meow meows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Helo again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna blog on some interesting animals that i've encountered in the past few months, or rather weeks la. Somehow, animals have a special place in me, especially dogs and cats. Each time i'm at suku, i can't resist calling the local cat over to play with it. Usually gf will be giving me the evil look by then. Gf thinks that they are dirty and all that and she's probably right. :P but it's still fun to play with them. Or sometimes i can be driving in my car and come across a dog or cat or something, and i'll stop and snap a picture of it. There are some examples in my older post. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the more recent animals that i've found here and there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_Ocr4MopRI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LEZy9YA9ABU/s1600-h/YouMe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_Ocr4MopRI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LEZy9YA9ABU/s320/YouMe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184659873667261714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a  pair of rabbits that i found in my campus lab during Sun-U's Open Day. I found them staring at each other like forever. It gave me an impression of an old couple sitting at the porch with nothing to do except sitting and staring into thin air. Oh well. I though they were funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OcsIMopSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qj1S9EdC2fQ/s1600-h/Bobby+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OcsIMopSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qj1S9EdC2fQ/s320/Bobby+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184659877962229026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bobby. Not really his name, but the next picture is the picture of my neighbor's dog back when i was staying in SS14 in Aunty Mei Yong's old house. I know, he doesn't look pretty compared to all those metro-sexual dogs nowadays  who get their hides treated with multi-hundred dollar stuff. Although he stinks after a hot day, but so do i, i always think he's a great dog and a very dependable one, the one who remembers who you are and dependable enough to be wary of strangers. I used to feed him leftover food from my events, nuggets and stuff, and because of that, we were best buddies. Every morning when i go to work, he seems to be saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Goodbye sir and have a nice day!"&lt;/span&gt; and when i come home, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Welcome back sir! do you have the nuggets with you?" &lt;/span&gt;Of course i'm just exaggerating but  really, Bobby is a great dog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OcsoMopTI/AAAAAAAAAig/KZz7O96-fQU/s1600-h/CatInPaper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_OcsoMopTI/AAAAAAAAAig/KZz7O96-fQU/s320/CatInPaper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184659886552163634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mau mau&lt;/span&gt;, also not its real name. Don't really know if he belongs to anyone but this cat loves to sleep over at my house. I caught him napping nicely at this corner. Smartie him pulled down some newspaper to make a cozy place to sleep and keep warm. We he realized i was staring at him, he was too lazy to fully open his eyes though. Cute fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_Ocs4MopUI/AAAAAAAAAio/QYpjFoH9SZE/s1600-h/Doggy+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_Ocs4MopUI/AAAAAAAAAio/QYpjFoH9SZE/s320/Doggy+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184659890847130946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This  dog is one of those that i found on the way back to church. He was actually playing with his friend, but my stupid fingers couldn't snap a good pic before his playmate left for the drain. This one stayed back for me to snap a picture of him. Anyway, he looks bored. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much for animals. hahaha. more post later!&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/3697346004342453131-5873441068218353214?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/5873441068218353214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=5873441068218353214' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5873441068218353214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5873441068218353214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-doggys-and-meow-meows.html' title='Of doggys and meow meows'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R_Ocr4MopRI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LEZy9YA9ABU/s72-c/YouMe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-6686401596700771851</id><published>2008-03-03T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:23:00.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlockBusters'/><title type='text'>SpongeBob Square Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1A_dcMdrwc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1A_dcMdrwc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPONGE BOBBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SQUARE PANTSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-6686401596700771851?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/6686401596700771851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=6686401596700771851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6686401596700771851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6686401596700771851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/03/spongebob-square-pants.html' title='SpongeBob Square Pants'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-1894322954410150301</id><published>2008-03-03T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:53:30.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Eduardo's Foot - Birmingham 2 - Arsenal 2</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm....... I usually do not blog on football and stuff, but this time round, Eduardo has really inspired me to start writing. Eduardo, if you are reading this, hope that left foot is better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is a story i can't cut short. It was a normal EPL (English Premier League) match featuring Birmingham &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vs&lt;/span&gt; Arsenal @ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emirates_Stadium"&gt;The Emirates&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;This time round Uncle &lt;a href="http://www.eatfootball.net/opinion_images/Image/right_said_arsene.jpg"&gt;Wenger&lt;/a&gt; decided to start Eddy for the game. At this time Arsenal is already 5 points clear of their nearest title contenders, Man. United.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was predicted that Arsenal would stroll through this one especially now with less pressure with the 5 point lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i don't know, maybe its because Eddy stepped on something shitty (cantonese - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"chai tou si"&lt;/span&gt;) or some Birmingham witch put some "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jampi" &lt;/span&gt;on him or a doggy peed on his boots, or dang, it could be just because he picked his nose in front of Martin Taylor which pissed him off.... For a moment of craziness in exchange for 9 months of MC and a condition which may very well end Eddy's career..... So sad..... I experienced 1/10 of his pain with a similar injury few years back with a similar but less vicious tackle. Lets just say it took a long long time for it to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cheer up! Eddy's &lt;a href="http://www.arsenal.com/article.asp?thisNav=News&amp;amp;article=488085&amp;amp;lid=NewsHeadline&amp;amp;Title=Club+releases+statement+with+update+on+Eduardo+injury"&gt;medical report&lt;/a&gt; indicates that he only fractured his left &lt;a href="http://www.mnsu.edu/emuseum/biology/humananatomy/skeletal/leg/leg.jpg"&gt;fibula&lt;/a&gt;. In medical terms, its not such a bad fracture compared to if he fractured his tibia. Besides that, he also suffered what we call, an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;open dislocation&lt;/span&gt; which &lt;a href="http://www.biomedcentral.com/content/figures/1471-2474-3-1-1.jpg"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt; i would prefer not to display. Basically just imagine how you would twist your KFC chicken wing to split it. Graphic, very graphic...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the picture sequence on how you can try it on some of your friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R8t3XxM6ZJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KA9a51lqgDE/s1600-h/EduardoTackle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R8t3XxM6ZJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KA9a51lqgDE/s320/EduardoTackle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173359847193339026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 1: &lt;/span&gt;Slide tackle at warp 9 towards the opponent's ankle. Aim at least 1 foot above the leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R8t3XxM6ZII/AAAAAAAAAhc/Cu5M9LQAD0k/s1600-h/Eduardobrokenleg-736017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R8t3XxM6ZII/AAAAAAAAAhc/Cu5M9LQAD0k/s320/Eduardobrokenleg-736017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173359847193339010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 2: &lt;/span&gt;CRACK!!! Tada! If done right, you can even hear a resounding pop and crack of ligaments amidst the screams and cries of the player and player's mom, girlfriend, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R8t_kBM6ZKI/AAAAAAAAAhs/mGw0jFCA7mw/s1600-h/ufntaylor128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R8t_kBM6ZKI/AAAAAAAAAhs/mGw0jFCA7mw/s320/ufntaylor128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173368853739758754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 3: &lt;/span&gt;After the initial "high", this is how you will look like after realizing how stupid you look on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R8t3XhM6ZHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VilH7cIPsC4/s1600-h/0203_eduardo02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R8t3XhM6ZHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VilH7cIPsC4/s320/0203_eduardo02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173359842898371698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eddy on funky crutches. Anyway, Eddy's injury was not as bad as it was initially predicted. He will be able to run after 6 months with gradual physiotherapy before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All the best to Arsenal, the team and especially Wenger. v.Persie! Come back quick! With adebayor's goal scoring quota up, we will really need him back more than ever if we are gonna win the league let alone the champions league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward Christian soldiers, marching as to war........... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-1894322954410150301?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/1894322954410150301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=1894322954410150301' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/1894322954410150301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/1894322954410150301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/03/eduardos-foot-birmingham-2-arsenal-2.html' title='Eduardo&apos;s Foot - Birmingham 2 - Arsenal 2'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R8t3XxM6ZJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KA9a51lqgDE/s72-c/EduardoTackle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-5186259838776961389</id><published>2008-02-19T08:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:32:27.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisureness'/><title type='text'>RUM JUNGLE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7osYJnFi5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/RAWqnHDWVv4/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7osYJnFi5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/RAWqnHDWVv4/s320/DSC00554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168492315769408402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rum Jungle. Picture from outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rum? Jungle? Wondering how both actually click? Dun worry, somehow i don't think it's suppose to mean anything. Heck, probably it means to say that its a jungle place filled with rum, meaning alcohol and stuff, which in most people's vocab would mean HAPPY HOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7ovBpnFi_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/OKgLwzPQIBA/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7ovBpnFi_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/OKgLwzPQIBA/s320/DSC00574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168495227757235186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The event organizer. Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yups! i was there during Chinese New Year in Ipoh. It's a place somewhere in Tambun, near Sunway's  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lost World". &lt;/span&gt;My friends and i had a field time looking for it and by the time we managed to squeeze in amongst the throng of excited teenies, it was already well after 11pm. Oh, and we were there for a reunion of my high school friends. haha, interesting to meet up again after so long. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7osYpnFi6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/vPU-KPodSFA/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7osYpnFi6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/vPU-KPodSFA/s320/DSC00555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168492324359343010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A scene inside Rum Jungle: It was pretty hard to take a decent picture so this is by far the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Outside, there was a long line of peepz waiting to go in. There were an assortment of people ranging from high school kids dressed to seek much needed attention, and old middle aged men who gladly oblige. Anyway, thanks to my resourceful friend, we managed to get in before the rest. Inside, everyone were jumping around like their lives depended on it. You could see the determination and grit in their expressions. Truly the spirit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Malaysia Boleh!"&lt;/span&gt; was well instilled in these kids. I guess all those mornings singing patriotic songs have paid off! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7osZZnFi7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/Zh-Kby2FIvc/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7osZZnFi7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/Zh-Kby2FIvc/s320/DSC00562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168492337244244914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bottles and bottles of Carlsberg. Woo Hoo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were seated right behind and above the band playing so we had a pretty good view of things while downing our Carlsbergs or was it Heinekens? But it was crap trying to talk to each other as the band was blasting away with songs ranging from Sam Hui to Metalica. Truly Malaysian with songs to cater to all levels of society and race. :)&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/_3fF89F_eASA/R7osaJnFi8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/MDjQcayJ5ag/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7osaJnFi8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/MDjQcayJ5ag/s320/DSC00564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168492350129146818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tony snoozing away. All this partying is getting to him, poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because of this, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yum Seng"&lt;/span&gt; every ten minutes just to entertain ourselves. Anyway, everyone has started to get drunk, some were snoozing away, some stoning, some were just rattling away with their newly found passion for dancing and there were some like me busily snapping away with my camera. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we ended up finishing this whole thingy around 3 am plus. By this time, everyone has begun to walk diagonally including yours truly. But it was a fun time being able to see some of my old chummies from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7osXpnFi4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/kbF1b3kiMQg/s1600-h/08022008009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7osXpnFi4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/kbF1b3kiMQg/s320/08022008009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168492307179473794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to look as sober as possible: Me, Matt (stoning) and Ah Lee posing for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7ovA5nFi9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/69Lu-KuY_uM/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7ovA5nFi9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/69Lu-KuY_uM/s320/DSC00566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168495214872333266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obscene Gestures. Guys will be guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7ovBJnFi-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/KOM5iPVsb4c/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7ovBJnFi-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/KOM5iPVsb4c/s320/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168495219167300578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matt coming out of his stoning. He seemed impressed with Lee's dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7ovCJnFjBI/AAAAAAAAAhM/PZXcKxg-NaI/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7ovCJnFjBI/AAAAAAAAAhM/PZXcKxg-NaI/s320/DSC00572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168495236347169810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lee having the time of his life. He's just overwhelmed. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7ovB5nFjAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/053hf5hT2LY/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7ovB5nFjAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/053hf5hT2LY/s320/DSC00576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168495232052202498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STOP!!!! Lee peeing away at some poor person's car tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So much for Chinese New Year. Gong Xi Fa Cai everyone! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-5186259838776961389?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/5186259838776961389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=5186259838776961389' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5186259838776961389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5186259838776961389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/02/rum-jungle.html' title='RUM JUNGLE!!!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R7osYJnFi5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/RAWqnHDWVv4/s72-c/DSC00554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-751324484174148481</id><published>2008-01-18T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:29:29.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familie'/><title type='text'>Singapore Trip: LUGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R5BtVEjb-QI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PEQ_pMSLDEQ/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R5BtVEjb-QI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PEQ_pMSLDEQ/s320/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156741782106274050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was meaning to post this for some time but somehow i keep forgetting about it... hahaha... Anyway, this is actually a ride called "LUGE". It's not a new thing in &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/"&gt;Sentosa Island&lt;/a&gt; but its one of those new attractions to get tourist to keep coming. "LUGE" is something pretty fun although it may be a bit tame for some hard core ppl. who live and breathe these thing... nevertheless, it was fun especially with my mom riding along... HAHAHAHA&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/_3fF89F_eASA/R5BtWEjb-SI/AAAAAAAAAfw/DFzEtEj7n_A/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R5BtWEjb-SI/AAAAAAAAAfw/DFzEtEj7n_A/s320/DSC00173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156741799286143266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom on Wheels: This is mom zooming by. I almost did not manage to snap this picture thanks to my fumbling and inexperience in moving shots. hahaha Mom was going at Warp 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R5BtWUjb-TI/AAAAAAAAAf4/SN_52liDFV4/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R5BtWUjb-TI/AAAAAAAAAf4/SN_52liDFV4/s320/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156741803581110578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final Approach: This is mom finally coming to a halt at the stop. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R5BtVkjb-RI/AAAAAAAAAfo/3Sa2CjyXy3k/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R5BtVkjb-RI/AAAAAAAAAfo/3Sa2CjyXy3k/s320/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156741790696208658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Riders: Sarah, Bro, little niece and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come on my Singapore Trip although there isn't much to talk about, i'll think of something anyway. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-751324484174148481?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/751324484174148481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=751324484174148481' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/751324484174148481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/751324484174148481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/01/singapore-trip-luge.html' title='Singapore Trip: LUGE'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R5BtVEjb-QI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PEQ_pMSLDEQ/s72-c/DSC00175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-1421492586924280299</id><published>2008-01-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:50:23.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisureness'/><title type='text'>Some random happenings.....</title><content type='html'>I was sifting through some of my photos and lately i have been taking quite a number of shots especially now that I've gotten the &lt;a href="http://wychian.free.fr/Blog/Photo/Stuff/Sony%20Ericsson%20K800i.jpg"&gt;K800i&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some funny stuff.... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N6-kjb98I/AAAAAAAAAdE/wg4QhJO4FGo/s1600-h/Crumpler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N6-kjb98I/AAAAAAAAAdE/wg4QhJO4FGo/s320/Crumpler.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153097614024767426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just bought this &lt;a href="http://www.crumpler.com.au/"&gt;Crumpler&lt;/a&gt;   pouch while visiting Singapore last month. Also bought The &lt;a href="http://www.crumpler.com.au/Cart/Views/productpagev2/popupImage.php?img=http%3A//www.crumpler.com.au/Cart/Resources/CartResources/195_res/b195_o10552.jpg&amp;amp;caption=product%20id%20%3A%20CE13A"&gt;Considerable Embarrassment&lt;/a&gt; . Funny how they name their bags. But i guess its a way how they brand themselves. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N6_Ejb99I/AAAAAAAAAdM/a3vAb8uNfB4/s1600-h/LittleTaiwan+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N6_Ejb99I/AAAAAAAAAdM/a3vAb8uNfB4/s320/LittleTaiwan+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153097622614702034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woo hoo! This is beef noodles from "Little Taiwan" in SS15! Really one of my favourite dishes around. I have to admit this one is pretty good, with good beef texture seconded only to  the ipoh one next to 'Kong Fatt" textile shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N6_Ejb9-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/s-VaibPvrIQ/s1600-h/MeowMeow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N6_Ejb9-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/s-VaibPvrIQ/s320/MeowMeow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153097622614702050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, this is a meow meow that i found at my house fence. I first saw it under my car when i got back to get some things. It's pretty cute, here it is pretending to be a dangerous predator ready to pounce on whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N6_Ujb9_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/RHc9Rr1ukqU/s1600-h/MeowMeow+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N6_Ujb9_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/RHc9Rr1ukqU/s320/MeowMeow+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153097626909669362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another picture of meow meow again, just between my feet while i was trying to take a closer shot at it. Funny meow meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N6_kjb-AI/AAAAAAAAAdk/F4VZ-1WZ134/s1600-h/Us%26Selina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N6_kjb-AI/AAAAAAAAAdk/F4VZ-1WZ134/s320/Us%26Selina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153097631204636674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us and Selina during our church play looking the part of a very disgruntled Indonesian maid. Hahaha... Funny her. By the way, for her role, it just came so naturally and effortless for her. kekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N-akjb-BI/AAAAAAAAAds/P3Vqq6h_z-Y/s1600-h/Matt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N-akjb-BI/AAAAAAAAAds/P3Vqq6h_z-Y/s320/Matt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153101393595987986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, this is Matt with his Superman hairstyle. Wonder what's Mag frowning at ... Maybe she wanted Matt's naan or something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-1421492586924280299?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/1421492586924280299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=1421492586924280299' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/1421492586924280299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/1421492586924280299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-random-happenings.html' title='Some random happenings.....'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R4N6-kjb98I/AAAAAAAAAdE/wg4QhJO4FGo/s72-c/Crumpler.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-6245820835114173669</id><published>2007-12-26T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:25:23.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeAtWork'/><title type='text'>Me &amp; My Colleagues</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged for so very long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy during these couple of weeks. Anyway, to restart my blogging activities, here's are some pictures of my colleagues......... in different situations.&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/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IJ2Ujb9yI/AAAAAAAAAb0/7UmqTX6fLGE/s1600-h/FunnyColleagues.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IJ2Ujb9yI/AAAAAAAAAb0/7UmqTX6fLGE/s320/FunnyColleagues.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148188152872826658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This are my immediate colleagues whom i work closely with. This picture is taken during a meeting on some work things. The lady with the scarf over her head is my immediate boss, and the one lying on the table is my senior. hahaha. They are all wrapped up cause the temperature in our office is close to 10 degree celcius i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IJ2kjb9zI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lMSkHLWPVpY/s1600-h/FunnyColleagues+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IJ2kjb9zI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lMSkHLWPVpY/s320/FunnyColleagues+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148188157167793970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IJ20jb90I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ifWR93ZO5Qo/s1600-h/YearEndMeeting+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IJ20jb90I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ifWR93ZO5Qo/s320/YearEndMeeting+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148188161462761282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our year end meeting where the whole dept meets up and discuss plans for the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IJ3Ejb91I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-7hkc5OmdLE/s1600-h/YearEndMeeting+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IJ3Ejb91I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-7hkc5OmdLE/s320/YearEndMeeting+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148188165757728594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how we look like during the meeting. We are all thinking about lunch actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IJ3Ujb92I/AAAAAAAAAcU/vK1iRdTm-Is/s1600-h/YearEndMeeting+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IJ3Ujb92I/AAAAAAAAAcU/vK1iRdTm-Is/s320/YearEndMeeting+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148188170052695906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another super bored colleague having a conversation with his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IPHkjb97I/AAAAAAAAAc8/V53TCQ4zUJ8/s1600-h/YearEndMeeting+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IPHkjb97I/AAAAAAAAAc8/V53TCQ4zUJ8/s320/YearEndMeeting+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148193946783709106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how i look like during meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IPHUjb96I/AAAAAAAAAc0/onfN01aPZco/s1600-h/AfterYearEndMeeting+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IPHUjb96I/AAAAAAAAAc0/onfN01aPZco/s320/AfterYearEndMeeting+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148193942488741794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how we look like during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IL80jb94I/AAAAAAAAAck/cuByRhWc6wg/s1600-h/ESTable.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IL80jb94I/AAAAAAAAAck/cuByRhWc6wg/s320/ESTable.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148190463565232002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we do to our colleague's table when she was away for more than a week. We just felt that we needed to make her feel welcomed. (She went cookoo nutz when she saw this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IL9Ejb95I/AAAAAAAAAcs/kKBZoZ4ARL8/s1600-h/NewOffice+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IL9Ejb95I/AAAAAAAAAcs/kKBZoZ4ARL8/s320/NewOffice+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148190467860199314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my cubicle where i sit my ass for more that 9 hours a 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/3697346004342453131-6245820835114173669?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/6245820835114173669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=6245820835114173669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6245820835114173669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6245820835114173669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-not-blogged-for-so-very-long.html' title='Me &amp; My Colleagues'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R3IJ2Ujb9yI/AAAAAAAAAb0/7UmqTX6fLGE/s72-c/FunnyColleagues.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-395756134872850147</id><published>2007-12-02T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:34:42.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familie'/><title type='text'>Sister's New Home!</title><content type='html'>Hello again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently been to my sister's new place at Bukit Rimau, somewhere near Kota Kemuning to help her and family move. Here are some pics of the new place. Looks pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KlKLYrIfI/AAAAAAAAAbM/IUYuanuNTDw/s1600-R/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KlKLYrIfI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Xwz_Ro3dSAg/s320/DSC00068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139351719056712178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mini pond outside the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KlK7YrIgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/--6JEKAMttI/s1600-R/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KlK7YrIgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EI8sZraQQoc/s320/DSC00069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139351731941614082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landscaping! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KlLLYrIhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/KzdgjifinpM/s1600-R/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KlLLYrIhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yBYfTDs2R9M/s320/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139351736236581394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KlLrYrIiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nJl3ulNHghA/s1600-R/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KlLrYrIiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/a93qO3I4YW4/s320/DSC00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139351744826516002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Landscaping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KlL7YrIjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/s-2PD6FzWK8/s1600-R/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KlL7YrIjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Pmdlpcy9lt8/s320/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139351749121483314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KjybYrIaI/AAAAAAAAAak/Hwkcyfsi8V0/s1600-R/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KjybYrIaI/AAAAAAAAAak/HNWBra0TKhc/s320/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139350211523191202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        One of the bedrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KjzLYrIbI/AAAAAAAAAas/SJRlj6ZuyUc/s1600-R/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KjzLYrIbI/AAAAAAAAAas/m4GJwurtl5s/s320/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139350224408093106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master bed room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kj07YrIdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KZdKM2H2atg/s1600-R/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kj07YrIdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4v-fgz0XNIw/s320/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139350254472864210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of hall from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kj2LYrIeI/AAAAAAAAAbE/nvEXv1eGbbk/s1600-R/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kj2LYrIeI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LeQIEvol5EU/s320/DSC00066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139350275947700706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The house front view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KiZLYrIVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CDT1PxR6YQ8/s1600-R/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KiZLYrIVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/dpKKh63aRmY/s320/DSC00054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139348678219866450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guest Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KiZrYrIWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/W3NgbxET7Tk/s1600-R/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KiZrYrIWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/u6bgSFNNShM/s320/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139348686809801058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upstairs Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KiaLYrIXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/5glOe84GrDE/s1600-R/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KiaLYrIXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/C35puoc1_Rg/s320/DSC00059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139348695399735666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the bedrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KiarYrIYI/AAAAAAAAAaU/gQ1aiIRnZjw/s1600-R/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KiarYrIYI/AAAAAAAAAaU/c55z3QkO_8U/s320/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139348703989670274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KibLYrIZI/AAAAAAAAAac/gUubNKxo1WU/s1600-R/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KibLYrIZI/AAAAAAAAAac/dyTzaBKe1bw/s320/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139348712579604882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KgzrYrIQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/yYALPJ0WYIM/s1600-R/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KgzrYrIQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/W8guMU7bs2w/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139346934463144194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Living Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kg0bYrIRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/CcGoAmdtZV0/s1600-R/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kg0bYrIRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HkcNOKxDNHo/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139346947348046098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Dining Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kg07YrISI/AAAAAAAAAZk/edqOw_dYuT8/s1600-R/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kg07YrISI/AAAAAAAAAZk/K3iBRMO-4fM/s320/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139346955937980706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kg1bYrITI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4bKz2tyqEa4/s1600-R/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kg1bYrITI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9BAROtU9ipk/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139346964527915314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dry Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kg17YrIUI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QfL7Pa_JQ5I/s1600-R/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1Kg17YrIUI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/x2kRcRF6jEo/s320/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139346973117849922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the wet kitchen&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/3697346004342453131-395756134872850147?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/395756134872850147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=395756134872850147' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/395756134872850147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/395756134872850147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/12/sisters-new-home.html' title='Sister&apos;s New Home!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/R1KlKLYrIfI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Xwz_Ro3dSAg/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-6880897815117956965</id><published>2007-11-11T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:40:31.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Life'/><title type='text'>Hematoma to the left middle toe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thought i'd post on this... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a recent injury to my left middle toe, the equivalent of the&lt;br /&gt;middle finger... :) Anyway it was a futsal injury when i mis-kicked&lt;br /&gt;landing my toe on the ground instead of the ball... Ouch!!! Luckil y&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't all that bad compared to a sprain or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.... Here's the pic anywayz.... :P&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rzb3RLZez6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/RcoSZnodjLk/s1600-h/Hematoma-779996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rzb3RLZez6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/RcoSZnodjLk/s320/Hematoma-779996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131560699924762530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like a piece of old ginger.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-6880897815117956965?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/6880897815117956965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=6880897815117956965' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6880897815117956965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6880897815117956965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/11/hematoma-to-left-middle-toe.html' title='Hematoma to the left middle toe'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rzb3RLZez6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/RcoSZnodjLk/s72-c/Hematoma-779996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-2137360123163329183</id><published>2007-10-31T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:16:04.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlockBusters'/><title type='text'>Meow Meow Fight (Local Cat Fight)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8LDdZWTpiU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8LDdZWTpiU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This is amazing man..... "Wong! Stay away Wong!!!!! Poor guy..... lost his expensive Starbucks drink................ :P hihihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the rough script during the contest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian: You nak cari pasal cari [??] , not my friends , what U want to know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu: Eh -kau apahal - Pukimak , cibek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu: Eh , Babi Sial - Apahal kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorder: Wong stay a way Wong !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu: kau apahal Kurang Ajar , ehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel(Tudung): Jenny , jeny + eh apahal ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that la. Anyone who can interpret better? kekekeke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-2137360123163329183?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/2137360123163329183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=2137360123163329183' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/2137360123163329183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/2137360123163329183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/10/girl-fight.html' title='Meow Meow Fight (Local Cat Fight)'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-5969913260514201540</id><published>2007-10-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T00:03:12.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Cow Vs Umbrella</title><content type='html'>Hehe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surprised when i came back one day and found out that "Cow", housemate A's dog had virtually decimated housemate B's umbrella. Actually i found this out from housemate C who told me what happened. Anyway i thought it was pretty interesting so i decided to try and capture "Cow" in action trampling on the umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to wait long. As soon as i came back, i started hearing the already destroyed umbrella been dragged around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures which i took. Wasn't easy capturing the pictures. Luckily my &lt;a href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11611745/Sony_Ericsson_K800i.jpg"&gt;K800i&lt;/a&gt; is much better than my previous camera phone. Enjoy!&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/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Yrs1pQKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/X4cnzRKmZOk/s1600-h/CowVsUmbrella+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Yrs1pQKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/X4cnzRKmZOk/s320/CowVsUmbrella+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124560565043806370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Cow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Yts1pQOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5WzGaaULtvY/s1600-h/CowVsUmbrella+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Yts1pQOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5WzGaaULtvY/s320/CowVsUmbrella+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124560599403544802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of The "Cow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4YsM1pQLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5MXg5q9eUcA/s1600-h/CowVsUmbrella+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4YsM1pQLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5MXg5q9eUcA/s320/CowVsUmbrella+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124560573633740978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Umbrella (Already Smashed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Ys81pQNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6z3gjeHRuhc/s1600-h/CowVsUmbrella+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Ys81pQNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6z3gjeHRuhc/s320/CowVsUmbrella+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124560586518642898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of the Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Z0c1pQRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7jROkNXVJ6s/s1600-h/CowVsUmbrella+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Z0c1pQRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/7jROkNXVJ6s/s320/CowVsUmbrella+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124561814879289618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encircling The Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Zzs1pQQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/GTRvZ1lg9fg/s1600-h/CowVsUmbrella+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Zzs1pQQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/GTRvZ1lg9fg/s320/CowVsUmbrella+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124561801994387714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Yss1pQMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/yzQi1YkQ84s/s1600-h/CowVsUmbrella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Yss1pQMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/yzQi1YkQ84s/s320/CowVsUmbrella.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124560582223675586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Umbrella taken by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4ZzM1pQPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9oPAy1VOno0/s1600-h/CowVsUmbrella+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4ZzM1pQPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9oPAy1VOno0/s320/CowVsUmbrella+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124561793404453106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Cow" leaves the carnage victorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Sad.......... Hope Housemate B won't scream her head off..... :P&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/3697346004342453131-5969913260514201540?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/5969913260514201540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=5969913260514201540' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5969913260514201540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5969913260514201540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/10/cow-vs-umbrella.html' title='Cow Vs Umbrella'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rx4Yrs1pQKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/X4cnzRKmZOk/s72-c/CowVsUmbrella+%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-6729686683552408223</id><published>2007-10-16T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:40:17.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeAtWork'/><title type='text'>Sun-U Student Services</title><content type='html'>If you guys have always wondered where i worked, well here you go! This is how my office looks like. For all those of you who do not know, i am currently working in &lt;a href="http://www.sunway.edu.my/"&gt;Sunway University College&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a cool place to work at with equally cool colleagues to go along with! Its very different from what i used to have to go through in the corporate sector where everything is about sales figures, numbers, numbers, numbers and more numbers. Its a 'dog eat dog' world where i used to come from. Some of my &lt;a href="http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-time-ago.html"&gt;experiences&lt;/a&gt; have been published sometime ago which relates a little of what i have to go through in such a working environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about that! Over here at Sunway, every employee is valued for who he/she is. There is no discrimination, no gender biases, and the management takes steps to ensure that the staff are well taken care of, a feature most local organizations prefer to omit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's working world, most organizations run by the fact that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There are so many graduates out there who have no jobs. I "cincai" throw a stone at a street and it would hit a graduate who is jobless." &lt;/span&gt;This is how employers think at the moment. I myself have gone through a similar experience not too long ago and it left me angry and bitter till i realized that they have everything to lose and i everything to gain. Most do not see the advantages of retaining staff, let alone train them to make them more efficient. In fact, in a typical Malaysian office today, a fresh graduate is expected to learn/educate him/herself in the processes. I guess this is just part and parcel of being Malaysian where promotions and VSS/Retrenchment candidates are determined by politics and personal agenda rather than the organizational goals. I shall not disclose the names of companies, but i have friends who are either going through this, or have gone through unpleasant experiences such as this. This is the sad truth about working in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all cannot be blamed solely on employers alone. The quality of graduates is questionable as well. Can you imagine a degree holder who can't utter a proper complete sentence in English? That is how bad the quality of students that is being churned out at the moment. Nowadays, almost anyone can get a degree from an "xyz" university. In fact come to think of it, that's partly why i'm hired here at Sun-U, to improve the quality of graduates, to make them more marketable, and better prepared for the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, work work work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR3Ss1pQJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/mTP573mMF2E/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR3Ss1pQJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/mTP573mMF2E/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121849839384608914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the entrance to the Student Center. Note the banner which basically sums up everything my colleagues and i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR3Rs1pQII/AAAAAAAAAX8/jqhAEWfZH7g/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR3Rs1pQII/AAAAAAAAAX8/jqhAEWfZH7g/s320/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121849822204739714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the student lounge. Students can laze around here or do productive work here. There are cases where students actually slept here. There was a couple who even got intimate on the benches! Sacrilegious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR21s1pQHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/r6ZGkvfl8yw/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR21s1pQHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/r6ZGkvfl8yw/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121849341168402546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view of another section of the Student lounge. There are regular fuss ball and table tennis matches going on all day. My office is just beyond those glass doors on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR2zs1pQEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7iecqOKBybg/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR2zs1pQEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7iecqOKBybg/s320/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121849306808664130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my workstation. Looks quite messy with loads of stuff, buntings, posters, etc being put around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR20M1pQFI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6kpcqhFm-RU/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR20M1pQFI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6kpcqhFm-RU/s320/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121849315398598738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of my workstation. Note the flat panel monitor that i have. Really something that i did not expect. What more, its brand new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR2zM1pQDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wDpDXnxGlUc/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR2zM1pQDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wDpDXnxGlUc/s320/DSC00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121849298218729522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view i get when i stand up at my workstation and look right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my worklife. Boring hor? :P&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/3697346004342453131-6729686683552408223?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/6729686683552408223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=6729686683552408223' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6729686683552408223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6729686683552408223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/10/sun-u-student-services.html' title='Sun-U Student Services'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RxR3Ss1pQJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/mTP573mMF2E/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-5623754973302699666</id><published>2007-10-09T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:34:45.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foodz'/><title type='text'>Subway Submarine Sandwiches!</title><content type='html'>GF and i were walking around in Summit last week while waiting to watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resident_Evil_4"&gt;Resident Evil 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to try out the Subway sandwiches since we have never tried it before at this particular branch. It tasted pretty good, but we decided that it was wee too expensive although it was good. Anyways while waiting, here's how it was prepared.&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/_3fF89F_eASA/RwtCH0bg1bI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hc0g7aS9mlg/s1600-h/Photo-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RwtCH0bg1bI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hc0g7aS9mlg/s320/Photo-0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119258103537259954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Subway in Summit. As you can see, gf is rushing quickly there. I'm hobbling slowly thanks to a sprained ankle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RwsfUkbg1XI/AAAAAAAAAWs/e0pKUEo1GMw/s1600-h/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RwsfUkbg1XI/AAAAAAAAAWs/e0pKUEo1GMw/s320/Photo-0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119219839673619826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Step 1: &lt;/span&gt;The Bread. Before any fillings were added in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RwsfW0bg1YI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lwMtul9Hszg/s1600-h/Photo-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RwsfW0bg1YI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lwMtul9Hszg/s320/Photo-0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119219878328325506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Step 2:&lt;/span&gt; Ham in. Added first level of meat inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RwsfXUbg1ZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/j6afenFqKTQ/s1600-h/Photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RwsfXUbg1ZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/j6afenFqKTQ/s320/Photo-0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119219886918260114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Step 3: &lt;/span&gt;Toppings. Onions, olives, sauces and stuff are added in to finish up. There is one step which i skipped because of the photo quality. Basically there more meat is added in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RwsfX0bg1aI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1t8A1ldErBI/s1600-h/Photo-0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RwsfX0bg1aI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1t8A1ldErBI/s320/Photo-0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119219895508194722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Step 4: &lt;/span&gt;The finished product. Finally we get to eat it which was very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Please excuse my phone camera, its a bit slow it capturing, thus sometimes a bit blur. Unless i tell the fella to slow down, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you are bored of Sukumaran and Medan food, do consider &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subway_%28restaurant%29"&gt;Subway&lt;/a&gt; as an alternative. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-5623754973302699666?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/5623754973302699666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=5623754973302699666' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5623754973302699666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5623754973302699666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/10/subway-submarine-sandwiches.html' title='Subway Submarine Sandwiches!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RwtCH0bg1bI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hc0g7aS9mlg/s72-c/Photo-0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-6057350851169000672</id><published>2007-10-09T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:18:45.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Backpacker's Medan?</title><content type='html'>I was walking back from lunch today and i saw this behind good old medan, our food court near Sun-U when i saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Medan Food Court has its own backpacker's Motel. Quite a cool concept, ingenious. Gaya, Mutu, Keungulan! Itulah Medan.............&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/_3fF89F_eASA/Rwsc5Ebg1WI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0hZ3IYlfKhM/s1600-h/Photo-0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rwsc5Ebg1WI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0hZ3IYlfKhM/s320/Photo-0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119217168203961698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Backpacker's Medan. Some stuff lying around and i remember seeing a guy sleeping here sometime ago. Maybe he has decided to start a motel business. Everyone needs to start somewhere.... :)&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/3697346004342453131-6057350851169000672?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/6057350851169000672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=6057350851169000672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6057350851169000672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6057350851169000672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/10/backpackers-medan.html' title='Backpacker&apos;s Medan?'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rwsc5Ebg1WI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0hZ3IYlfKhM/s72-c/Photo-0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-576121605151034580</id><published>2007-09-28T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:22:23.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Water Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Have you every experienced a time where you are showering halfway and the water supply suddenly diminishes? Well it happened to me on Wednesday night when I came back from &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;futsal&lt;/span&gt; around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="1" minute="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously, we needed to take a shower, and the water had to stop as soon as I finished soaping up! Everyone was cursing as everyone was like halfway through their showers as well. SO went outside to take a look at what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed the filter, thinking that maybe it was too clogged that the water couldn’t go through. We did that, and water came gushing out the main pipes, i.e. kitchen sink and garden hose. Then we thought the showers would be back to normal, but however, the water tank on the roof didn’t fill up. There we suspected something else was wrong. However, due to the time and inability to think straight, we decided to leave it till tomorrow while filling water to quickly wash off the soap. &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was later discovered that the arm of the &lt;a href="http://www.pinellascounty.org/utilities/images/toilet-123.gif"&gt;pump&lt;/a&gt; was stuck caused by dirt and other stuff which prevented the ball from falling which would then fill in the water. Oh well, &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; fixed now thanks to ah &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;moi’s&lt;/span&gt; cousin. Water came out like &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;the oh&lt;/span&gt; for a couple of minutes. I guess all the crap started coming up from the base after the repairs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;What a day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RvyoopdQpiI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CzLIdh9IRy4/s1600-h/PencuriPaip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RvyoopdQpiI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CzLIdh9IRy4/s320/PencuriPaip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115148693062854178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside the house trying to figure out the problem in the dark. Oh and this is near the longkang. So you can imagine 3 guys looking suspicious outside a house. Looks like a robbery in progress or something. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="mailto:vincenth@sunway.edu.my"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-576121605151034580?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/576121605151034580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=576121605151034580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/576121605151034580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/576121605151034580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/09/water-problems.html' title='Water Problems'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RvyoopdQpiI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CzLIdh9IRy4/s72-c/PencuriPaip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-5928565001858714127</id><published>2007-09-24T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:12:38.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlockBusters'/><title type='text'>Hatikva - Israel's National Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsLZzGW-UIw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsLZzGW-UIw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics in English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as deep in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;The soul of a Jew yearns,&lt;br /&gt;And forward to the East&lt;br /&gt;To Zion, an eye looks&lt;br /&gt;Our hope will not be lost,&lt;br /&gt;The hope of two thousand years,&lt;br /&gt;To be a free nation in our land,&lt;br /&gt;The land of Zion and Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This version may be a bit hard to load probably because of the pictures, so you can  use this &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2YcM3Rislp8"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;, if the video  doesn't load well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-5928565001858714127?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/5928565001858714127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=5928565001858714127' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5928565001858714127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5928565001858714127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/09/isreali-national-anthem-hatikva.html' title='Hatikva - Israel&apos;s National Anthem'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-3406775143529131167</id><published>2007-09-18T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:56:16.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Life'/><title type='text'>My Real Room</title><content type='html'>Finally! I have moved in to my own room on the 13th which was a Thursday. I actually started assembling my "perabot" since Monday, starting with the giant drawer, which took me about 2 hours plus to assemble. It was however worth all the effort as you can see from the picture that it looks pretty cool. Well, at least i think so anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the sequence of events on Thursday night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Step 1. (7.30pm - 8.30pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire "moving in" process started off with the cleaning up of the room, as the previous dweller allowed his/her dog to come in. I had to use nearly a whole bottle of Tesco Clorox wannabe on it. No offense! It was quite effective though as it "melted" down some strange looking stains on the wall. Yes, it practically dissolved before me. Dog hair had to be swept out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Step 2. (8.30pm - 9.30pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the 'marinating' to complete, i assembled my last piece of furniture, the cloth closet. It was more challenging than i thought as the pieces did not fit very well, "Malaysia Boleh" to that, and they did not hold very well together. However, after some struggling and wrestling, i got it up and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Step 3. (9.30 - 11.00pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now began the scrubbing, which is the hardest part of all. More Tesco liquid, loads of Cif, and various other detergents. Starting from the toilet onwards, to the entrance door. I was practically fountain-ing by now. With all the dirt and grim and "daki" being scrubbed and mopped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Step 4. (11.00pm - 11.30pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the disinfecting and while waiting for it to dry, me and me house mate planned how to position the stuff. Also an opportunity to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Step 5. (11.30pm - 12.30am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now in goes the furniture, chair, mattress and everything else! Connections were reconnected, PC restarted, wires, extension chords were pulled, LAN wires realigned, and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Step 6. (12.30am - 1.30am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea Break! Yes, i need a break too before continuing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Step 7. (1.30am - 3.30am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, work continues! Now with all the furniture in, comes the "Unpacking" and "Decorating". This is the final and longest step. Had to put my magazines, clothes, PC, and minor adjustments here and there. Things like, where to put the fan, etc. took a bit of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing is a rough estimate of the events, but yes i remembered when i fell 'dead' on my bed, it was 3.30am, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7 hours&lt;/span&gt; of work excluding the 'Yum Ca' session. The funny thing was, when i woke up the next morning, i could not tell if it was a weekend, or if i was taking an evening nap, or if it was Sunday, Monday or what.  It was all well worth it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day. :P&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/_3fF89F_eASA/Ru-As0PBeZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/cynnq49LP78/s1600-h/The+Real+New+Room+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Ru-As0PBeZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/cynnq49LP78/s320/The+Real+New+Room+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111445609513056658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from of my room from the door. Unfortunately i don't have a wide angle camera, or else can see everything in one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Ru-AtUPBecI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ZhQhh3nUGM8/s1600-h/The+Real+New+Room+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Ru-AtUPBecI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ZhQhh3nUGM8/s320/The+Real+New+Room+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111445618102991298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my table and my PC and me very nice chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Ru-As0PBeYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PxGqLl-s9wU/s1600-h/The+Real+New+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Ru-As0PBeYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PxGqLl-s9wU/s320/The+Real+New+Room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111445609513056642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my drawer. My cabinet is right next to it with the Modem and Switch on top. My housemates's LAN cable can be seen snaking up to the first floor. And yup, we do LAN game once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Ru-AtEPBebI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hMlgS7F_CBQ/s1600-h/The+Real+New+Room+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Ru-AtEPBebI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hMlgS7F_CBQ/s320/The+Real+New+Room+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111445613808023986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my mattress, obviously. No bed yet, so i'm at ground level. I thought it would be pretty stuffy at first but surprisingly it is quite cooling with the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Ru-AtEPBeaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/L8x947O3RnI/s1600-h/The+Real+New+Room+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Ru-AtEPBeaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/L8x947O3RnI/s320/The+Real+New+Room+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111445613808023970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, my closet and yes, its light green. Not much choice, but it serves the purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Very modest and humble and some would say SAD room. But i'm happy with it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-3406775143529131167?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/3406775143529131167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=3406775143529131167' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3406775143529131167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3406775143529131167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-real-room.html' title='My Real Room'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Ru-As0PBeZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/cynnq49LP78/s72-c/The+Real+New+Room+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-6522405197956441712</id><published>2007-09-03T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T12:35:52.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Life'/><title type='text'>My New Room!</title><content type='html'>Yup Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just moved house! Or to be more exact, moved room....... haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may be asking why would i want to move? The current house in SS14 is fully furnished, got ample parking space, and recently, pretty good security. Well, there are a couple of reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fully Furnished ~ Erm, yes, it is, but half the things in the house is all old and breaking down, and this includes the couch, tv, piping, not to mention the fridge was a goner when i moved in. the tv was already KO-ed. i brought in a fridge later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Price ~ For the price of RM500 for a room, its just not worth it for the location and condition. (actually we are supposed to share the room, so cut half become RM250).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Roomate ~ Actually, i would have stayed on if it wasn't because of the fact that i can't find anyone to share the room with. I seriously can't afford to pay for the whole room myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Privacy ~ However, spurred from this, it got me thinking a bit. i'm 26 this year, i started living in KL at the age of 18 in a hostel with strangers whom eventually became my good friends. So you can do the math, and yes, i have been sharing rooms for 8 long years. Some people had cringed at the mention of this. They just can't imagine living with someone else in one room, let alone 4. I used to share with 3 other people in a four sharing room. and that was how life was. Don't get me wrong! I've had great memories for all those years. In fact, i can say that life was best during those days when there is nothing to worry about except for completing assignments and sitting for exams. There was the freedom to do whatever i want and whenever i want. Those are days which i believe would be cherished for a long long time. However, I'll talk more about this in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes! i officially moved in to a new place very near my office in Sunway on Merdeka day itself. The only drawback of the place that i'm renting now is the fact that it is not furnished. It's just a bare room with nothing inside, not even a ceiling fan! There is only a door, window, and a florescent light. As for the current state of the house, I can only description of it would be of 'AN ULTIMATE MESS'. Reason why i actually agreed to move in is because 60% of the mess actually belongs to the couple who would be moving out. The rest has to be sorted out to see if they belong to previous tenants, and if yes throw out, if no, to be kept neatly. And yes, i'm a neat freak. i must have everything put properly and not out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only drawback for this whole operation is, the couple who are supposed to move out are still in as as far as superstition goes, its not good to move during the hungry ghost festival month. i was like, what the heck? so anyway, they have agreed to move on the 15 which is still on the festival. how much difference does it make? So currently i have to bunk in my friend's room. Here are some pictures of how i currently live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RtuLFzFFWKI/AAAAAAAAARc/QI2LhmTEpo8/s1600-h/Photo-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RtuLFzFFWKI/AAAAAAAAARc/QI2LhmTEpo8/s320/Photo-0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105827534281726114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, tada! here's my temporary room which i would be staying for a week and more. Notice, the mattress under the bed? That's mine which i brought from Ipoh in my car. The table is from Ikea but i didn't assemble the rest as there is just simply no space! I simply love my chair as its really nice... haha. FYI, the door that is half obstructed is the door to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RtuLGDFFWLI/AAAAAAAAARk/Fxol5z4oHN8/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RtuLGDFFWLI/AAAAAAAAARk/Fxol5z4oHN8/s320/Photo-0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105827538576693426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of my room. You can slightly see my friend's table at the bottom left corner of the picture. This gives you an idea how little space there is. Its however very conducive for LAN gaming as we don't have to shout at the top of our lungs to communicate as experienced by us last night.  There are 2 fans, i for each of us. surprisingly, the room is actually quite cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RtuLGDFFWMI/AAAAAAAAARs/qhMZy3CldkM/s1600-h/Photo-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RtuLGDFFWMI/AAAAAAAAARs/qhMZy3CldkM/s320/Photo-0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105827538576693442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another picture showing my mattress in the transformed position of storage mode. It took us a bit of time to figure out a way to put it.... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RtuLGTFFWNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vk8a38qYPCM/s1600-h/Photo-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RtuLGTFFWNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vk8a38qYPCM/s320/Photo-0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105827542871660754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My PC. Yup, like i said, i'm a neat freak. even in these conditions. If you look carefully, there is a white LAN cable going out the window. This is because the switch/modem is downstairs. If you are wondering why my PC is opened up, its to improve air circulation. Also, i forgot where i placed the coverings. hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yups! i'll be cramming in with my friend for the next 10 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-6522405197956441712?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/6522405197956441712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=6522405197956441712' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6522405197956441712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6522405197956441712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-new-room.html' title='My New Room!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RtuLFzFFWKI/AAAAAAAAARc/QI2LhmTEpo8/s72-c/Photo-0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-1707052690406184471</id><published>2007-08-11T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:39:34.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlockBusters'/><title type='text'>Arsenal 2-1 Inter Milan van Persie Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/A5O1Fqx_26I" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/A5O1Fqx_26I" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yupz! Henry is gone to Barca, but we got v.Persie now! hahaha... Kudos to Wenger for his talent search skills.... What a haggler.... :)&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/3697346004342453131-1707052690406184471?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/1707052690406184471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=1707052690406184471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/1707052690406184471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/1707052690406184471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/08/arsenal-2-1-inter-milan-van-persie-goal.html' title='Arsenal 2-1 Inter Milan van Persie Goal'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-8011396171337460258</id><published>2007-08-04T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:26:08.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Automobile'/><title type='text'>An Accident</title><content type='html'>Accidents. Actually, right now I'm listening to a colleague rant about a freak accident which happened just this morning. And she is pretty stressed out about it too! Just a tiny winy itsy- bitsy careless mistake and *poof*, RM1k is gone. And for all those out there who are "Underpaid" &amp; "Overworked", RM1k gone would equal to petrol, food, car installment,  and for some of us, rent, not to mention the monthly dues to our dear parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Undeniably life is tough, especially for peeps like us with the above status. Our salary is just enough to pay for all that, and maybe a little more, where we try to save, and with some luck indulge a little bit. LOL. But otherwise, all it takes is one emergency, your financial plan goes off track for the next 1 or 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, the struggles of being a Young Working Adult.... Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, anyway, they are discussing now how to structure an explanation oh how she managed to hit the house pillar while driving out.... without including the part where she was actually sms-ing..... I would think that would be pretty difficult indeed...... Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rt0kczFFWbI/AAAAAAAAATk/40tfN4qC81s/s1600-h/datsun_sunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rt0kczFFWbI/AAAAAAAAATk/40tfN4qC81s/s320/datsun_sunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106277629674478002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my mom's car. Datsun Sunny 120Y, the car every guy dreams of... (In the 1980's lar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RrPrQhGdjJI/AAAAAAAAARE/mG_DBacQI2o/s1600-h/italrival_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RrPrQhGdjJI/AAAAAAAAARE/mG_DBacQI2o/s320/italrival_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094674272482069650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another example. This one is a closer match to mine in terms of color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, come to think of it, when i first started driving, I can still remember vividly the couple of accidents that I've had in my mom's Datsun 120Y. It is really a car which every beginner should start driving with. With all the attributes of a truck, (steering wheel especially, plus gears), it is a challenge driving it. But after a while, it is a breeze....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to accidents.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Accident 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first was turning into a pillar at a car parking lot. Yours truly was trying to reverse out, but turned too much, thus reversing the front fender into the pillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Accident 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked too far into a diagonal parking, causing my poor car's undercarriage to crash into the curb. As of now, there are 2 dents and various scratches on the car. My parents were wise not to send the car for repairs yet. They wanted to accumulate all the damage before doing that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Accident 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the biggest plus most serious accident i have ever had even till today, (touches wood on table vigorously). I was trying to turn into a parking lot at the park to go for my jog. While turning in, I did not see a super fast Honda EX5 racing along the road, didn't break, slammed into my already dented right fender, with the rider flying across my bonnet, and finishing off with a landing roll stop. Bruce Willis would have been proud. That was the ultimate, had to send him to hospital and in 20 mins, the entire village of Kg. Kepayang were gathered there for a riot.... Hahaha. I'm laughing now but it wasn't so funny at that time. Surprisingly, I started driving again, the very same day. No fear, No regrets. Kudos to my wise parents. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how I learned how to drive in my early days as an 18 year old. haha. Oh yes, and not to mention, the church van taught me much as well. however that would come in another post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RrPsthGdjLI/AAAAAAAAARU/tJ58sC9-YDg/s1600-h/m_1887_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RrPsthGdjLI/AAAAAAAAARU/tJ58sC9-YDg/s320/m_1887_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094675870209903794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is exactly how my church van looks like. Although this is not the actual one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-8011396171337460258?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/8011396171337460258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=8011396171337460258' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8011396171337460258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8011396171337460258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/06/accident.html' title='An Accident'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rt0kczFFWbI/AAAAAAAAATk/40tfN4qC81s/s72-c/datsun_sunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-898178805917152828</id><published>2007-07-20T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T07:51:12.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC Happenings'/><title type='text'>BBQ Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Helloz again! Darn, I really really really have to write more often! Lazy piggy me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went for another one of those mini holidays, if you can call it a holiday where we spend barely 24 hours at the vacation spot. Bleh..... This time, we were invited by ol' Phil for a BBQ session at nearby Port Dickson with accommodation paid for as we were "squatting" in Aunty &amp; Uncle Chan's place.... Thousand thanks to both nice ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of our mini escapade... Mostly taken the next morning just before we left back for Subang.... Haha. I guess the night before, we were just too super duper tired although deep down in our hearts, we wanted to head to the nearest mamak to spend some quality time..... We left Subang almost at 9pm thanks to our work and only reached the beach at 11 something? I also can't remember already.... Many thanks to Tony and his trusty Savvy.  Oh by the way, Tony is an old friend, and a very good one at that... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and me have been friends since the time when RM2 can still buy you mee goreng and coke. So you can guess roughly which era that was lar.... We have always been great pals even till today and it was a weekend well spent with him. I managed to catch up with him quite a bit. Funny how topics of discussion change. Not too long ago, we would have been discussing on tactics for Starcraft or Counter Strike. Today, we still do talk about that, but mostly about our jobs and our careers..... Sigh, we have grown into boys only bigger now.... hehe.... Definitely should do this sort of thing more often. Maybe the next time, i would gather more pals along.... Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, without further a due, here are the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDLqPgYzzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QtYt4CvxCck/s1600-h/P7070035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDLqPgYzzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QtYt4CvxCck/s320/P7070035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089291505505980210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy happy gluttons! In the market where we tried so very hard not to look like tourist. Darn, put that camera away Matt!!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDKd_gYzvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aG1vBeWy2pE/s1600-h/P7070031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDKd_gYzvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aG1vBeWy2pE/s320/P7070031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089290195540954866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foong Yin &amp; Glutton Vince: Both of us posing with our RM1 Teh Ais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDKePgYzwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8sECbW8gbA4/s1600-h/P7070037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDKePgYzwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8sECbW8gbA4/s320/P7070037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089290199835922178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kon lou version of Seremban beef noodles. Not exactly very nice, its quite peanutty, not to my taste. So far, Ipoh beef noodles are still the best! Ya ya, Ipoh Boleh....... (adapted from Justin's quote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDKevgYzxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Rt9DSavnqF8/s1600-h/P7070038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDKevgYzxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Rt9DSavnqF8/s320/P7070038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089290208425856786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pasar Besar Seremban. Outside the market, it has an uncanny resemblance to the one in Ipoh. Even the General Hospital has the same design! I suspect that the M'sian Gov wants to save money on the design fees.... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDKe_gYzyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qIfuR1ImUME/s1600-h/P7070040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDKe_gYzyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qIfuR1ImUME/s320/P7070040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089290212720824098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mind boggling $$$ calculations with Matt's trusty Nokia 3310. We spent roughly 1 hour trying to split the cost of the mini trip. Believe me, it wasn't easy... Here we are at back in Medan trying to figure it out... Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDJWfgYzpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/DfZ-d_g_EOI/s1600-h/P7060003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDJWfgYzpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/DfZ-d_g_EOI/s320/P7060003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089288967180308114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get away!!!!!!! Foong Yin trying to fend off nearby wildlife, in this case a dugong &amp; a cow. Food is scarce.... poor them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDJWvgYzqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Nq5BU5g2G7A/s1600-h/P7070008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDJWvgYzqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Nq5BU5g2G7A/s320/P7070008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089288971475275426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foong Yin fascinated with Crocs. Foong Yin busy filming her shoes.... I think its featured in her blog... Cute her... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDJW_gYzrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Xix82ijaJS0/s1600-h/P7070009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDJW_gYzrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Xix82ijaJS0/s320/P7070009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089288975770242738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna see! The crowd of hungry youths seem to be momentarily preoccupied with something.... but only momentarily... hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDJXfgYzsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/l-cPzpnII_0/s1600-h/P7070011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDJXfgYzsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/l-cPzpnII_0/s320/P7070011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089288984360177346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I film you, you film me, we are one big gluttony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDJXvgYztI/AAAAAAAAAQE/cfkp7qBJ15w/s1600-h/P7070018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDJXvgYztI/AAAAAAAAAQE/cfkp7qBJ15w/s320/P7070018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089288988655144658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moments before we ended up sleeping on the floor..... Pictures after this not available as everyone is KO-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to dear, and Matt for the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-898178805917152828?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/898178805917152828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=898178805917152828' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/898178805917152828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/898178805917152828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/07/bbq-port-dickson.html' title='BBQ Port Dickson'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RqDLqPgYzzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QtYt4CvxCck/s72-c/P7070035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-3493332867267384110</id><published>2007-07-08T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:44:47.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlockBusters'/><title type='text'>Girly Maaaan!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/TtJRNyPK-lc" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/TtJRNyPK-lc" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is so funny! Its been sometime since i got something this funni...... the girly man part will be stuck to my head for sometime.... Everyone sing with me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLY MAAAAN!!!!! Kill Her!!!! Kill Her!!!! Kill Her!!!! Kill Her!!!! Kill Her!!!! Kill Her!!!! Kill Her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-3493332867267384110?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/3493332867267384110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=3493332867267384110' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3493332867267384110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3493332867267384110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/07/girly-mann.html' title='Girly Maaaan!!!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-7550997856023841583</id><published>2007-06-08T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:44:25.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC Happenings'/><title type='text'>The Youth of Today &amp; Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RmikHjl2XrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/VIRQ4OfADyk/s1600-h/DSC_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RmikHjl2XrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/VIRQ4OfADyk/s320/DSC_1250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073485429952896690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Youth!: Here's a picture of everyone trying to be funny from RockSolid'06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been meaning to write on this topic for sometime now but never got to it, mostly because there are more interesting things to write about, or some important event has come up making this topic seem less important. Well, whatever reason it is, I'm talking about it now la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rmikljl2XuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/co6VbJSQFvw/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rmikljl2XuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/co6VbJSQFvw/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073485945348972258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Old Cell Group: Wiska's B'day I remember.... Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Youth of today and yesterday. Darn, I sound like an oldie already. Well, not that old la, but yet old enough to talk about a topic such as this. This question recently came to my mind when I was chatting with a fellow cell member (yes, we all belong in the same era) and we were discussing how the youth today are quite different. Although age difference may not be that much, but the needs, wants and demands of today's youth are different. Of course there are the never ending issues that youth from all eras face, such as girl/boy issues which have been faced since Flintstone times where Fred tries to court Wilma. But with technology comes  change and with time come demands of different sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RmjMWzl2XvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HhIo-VKT3-A/s1600-h/acs100.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RmjMWzl2XvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HhIo-VKT3-A/s320/acs100.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073529672411012850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    My High School: Very Old, Now should be 115 Years Old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Relating to myself as a youth not too long ago, things were much much much simpler. When I was still in my uniformed days, (high school la), my routine is incredibly simple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Week Days (Monday to Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up, go to school, Lunch, Tuition, Dinner, Lepak, Homework, Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Friday&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up, go to school, Lunch with gang, Lepak with gang in Yik Foong, TV, Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Weekends (Saturday &amp; Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;Boys Brigade, Spend time with family, Study, TV, PC Games, Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The above is more or less what I go through in a week and like I said, its incredibly simple. I cannot go out at anytime pass 8 with my friends, unless I stay over at a friend's place or I'm off camping. Mamak? I didn't know anything about it, except that these are Indian Muslims. To me at that time, there was no difference between a Malay restaurant and Indian Muslim one. I rarely went to eat in one and when I did, we ordered Roti Canai only cause that's the only thing we know how to order. Compared to the menu of "Indo Mee", "Roti Special", "Roti KLCC", Mamaks have come a long way. Now, I have my dinners almost everyday at one. What a contrast to last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rmij9Dl2XqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/EcQVloSTMQo/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rmij9Dl2XqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/EcQVloSTMQo/s320/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073485249564270242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old Times: picture, taken with a low resolution camera. I think it's taken during Natalie's sister's wedding if I'm not mistaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come to think of it, there was once when me and 2 other friends managed to "make contact" with the mostly unknown 'female' species from a friends church. FYI, I went for a youth camp there with 3 other friends, and yup! we managed to mix around pretty much with the opposite sex. At that time, I was 16 going on 17 I think, and you know la, that's also the time when hormones go ballistic. To cut things short, we decided to go on what is known today as a "Group Date" where a mixture of guys and girls go out together. We all went off for a play at my school (ACS Ipoh) with an apparent OK from our parents. Everything went off well, but somehow the play did not end on time, and it was pass 11pm! The girls for some reason did not have transport back, and the guys obviously didn't have cars. So we sat around thinking of how to go back for another 30 minutes at least before my friend's parents decided to give everyone a lift in a 4X4. However, there were some mis-comm between parent and child, and they thought we were engaged in some "kegiatan maksiat". So the news went from parent to parent and it eventually reached my mom. So as soon as I got back, I experienced heavy artillery barrage from her which awoken my dad who added in more artillery to finish the kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I found out from my friends at school that they suffered a similar fate. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The point is, nowadays, teenagers have so much freedom! they can go out till the wee hours of the night, go out with whoever they want, do whatever they want. Haha, I guess that's what makes the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last time, as guys, everyone wanted to learn an instrument, be it guitars, bass, drums, etc. I did as soon as I came to KL to further my studies. Everyone wanted to impress a girl with his guitaring skills. Well, at least this is what my friends and i thought anyway. Of course it was much for personal gain and achievement as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking for myself, I was so determined in picking up drums that I took every opportunity to have a go at it in church, mostly during times before cell started and after cell ended. When people hang around chatting, I'll be trying out stuff on the drums. That's how I learn. I'd also bug the church drummer then to give me tips here and there on how to play. :) What a person can do for the passion one desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, applying to youth today, I don't see many youth interested in instruments anymore. There are a scattered 1 or 2, but that's about it. Well, maybe I could be wrong, maybe there are youth that are talented and I'm sure there are,  but maybe they are not ready to come up? No opportunity? Or purely just more interested in other things? Again, back to my earlier statement, times have changed, priorities are different thus, I feel that it would be unfair to judge anyone on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RmikaTl2XtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KuhV9ooMcL0/s1600-h/PC100063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RmikaTl2XtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KuhV9ooMcL0/s320/PC100063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073485752075443922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Persatuan MCA Subang: Taken in FireWire '05 Some of the "Older Youth" now all YA already.... I love this pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess as one of the "youth of yesterday" we should start thinking of what the youth are really facing now. I believe that the youth today have to face a lot more complicated questions, issues, and problems especially in this era where everything is fast fast fast. Drive fast, Broadband must be really broad, eat fast food, computers must perform at warp 9, and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To Christian youth, I believe that issues are no longer as simple as "If you don't accept Jesus you will burn in hell!!". LOL! We used to convince our friends to come to youth service by using a lighter trick. We ignite the lighter, put our friends hand to it, they flinch in pain, and we tell them that is how hell feels like only x 100. Usually they just come along..... That was our outreach ministry style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RmikQTl2XsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GBEl0C9TMzg/s1600-h/DSC_1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RmikQTl2XsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GBEl0C9TMzg/s320/DSC_1315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073485580276752066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More recently, Youth worshipping the Lord during RockSolid '06. Saw a lot of potential during this camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I think things are no longer that simple. Questions like, "What is predestination?" and other like "If God is all powerful why can't he make all things right?", this and a million other questions. Why ask so difficult questions? Aih..... I'm sure gf can agree with me on this... Kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, the challenge is there, and I feel that its our role to support our youth as best as we can la.... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, so much for my yakking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures i took&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-7550997856023841583?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/7550997856023841583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=7550997856023841583' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7550997856023841583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7550997856023841583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/08/youth-of-today-yesterday.html' title='The Youth of Today &amp; Yesterday'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RmikHjl2XrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/VIRQ4OfADyk/s72-c/DSC_1250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-8939680955650999056</id><published>2007-05-19T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T20:01:34.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeAtWork'/><title type='text'>Sunway University College Treasure Hunt 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a little something I wrote for my treasure event in April. Thought I would post it up rather than let it go to waste. Hehehe.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Hunters!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeting again from &lt;st1:personname&gt;Sunway  University College Alumni&lt;/st1:personname&gt; Office!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, many thanks for your enthusiastic participation “not so long ago” in the Treasure Hunt Event. The event brimmed with youthful enthusiasm and is certainly something to be remembered for a long time to come. Well at least till the next time round! We have a long list of exciting events to get you going throughout the year. So do look forward for more announcements via email. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The event started during the wee hours of a Saturday morning on 14 April. While most dwellers of &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Klang&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; prefer to sleep, an ensemble comprising of students, staff, ex-students and spouses started pouring in through “Gate Alpha” by &lt;st1:time hour="6" minute="30"&gt;6.30am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. One by one the cars parked according to plan while participants made their way to the registration counter and finally to the briefing room. Excited murmurs can be heard between group members, undoubtedly assigning roles to themselves during the hunt. Some groups are even color coordinated! Such is the spirit of togetherness that they put all heart, mind and soul together to win! This proceeded with T.O.S. giving a final briefing on the entire hunt, answering questions posted by the hunters. Teams are seen hastily writing down notes and discussing the best possible options and etc etc etc. Truly the epitome of Sunway’s education arm, as described on our coat of arms, &lt;i style=""&gt;“Fortuna Eruditis Favet”&lt;/i&gt;, that is to benefit from a random observation, one has to be well prepared. Talk about serendipitous discoveries during the hunt itself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk52FakhL-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/DJBpkXNAlSs/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk52FakhL-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/DJBpkXNAlSs/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066116466242301922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At around &lt;st1:time hour="7" minute="45"&gt;7.45am&lt;/st1:time&gt;, our guest of honor, Mr. Lee Weng Keng arrives and proceeds to give a rousing speech to the now “raring to go” participants. Thank you Mr. Lee for your inspiring speech which certainly boosted everyone, even we as the event organizers felt charged and motivated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk52F6khL_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sDJ8rzXUoYE/s1600-h/IMG_5942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk52F6khL_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sDJ8rzXUoYE/s320/IMG_5942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066116474832236530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Luck! Good Hunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk59S6khMNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TytbI9PsK7c/s1600-h/TreasureHunt+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk59S6khMNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TytbI9PsK7c/s320/TreasureHunt+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066124394751930578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of my funny colleagues........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FLAG OFF! time was just minutes away! Mr. Lee is all ready positioned at our infamous roundabout. With rumbling engines, Mr.Lee started ushering the cars off one by one while members of T.O.S. gave the last minute instructions to the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk52GakhMAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HgBwbYl_QJA/s1600-h/IMG_5479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk52GakhMAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HgBwbYl_QJA/s320/IMG_5479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066116483422171138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stressness "Why didn't i study harder in Kindergarten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk52GqkhMBI/AAAAAAAAALE/1-zIZJdbdlc/s1600-h/IMG_6245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk52GqkhMBI/AAAAAAAAALE/1-zIZJdbdlc/s320/IMG_6245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066116487717138450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some contestants embracing "bird watching" during the hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk52HakhMCI/AAAAAAAAALM/lYtj9jm9l1k/s1600-h/IMG_6254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk52HakhMCI/AAAAAAAAALM/lYtj9jm9l1k/s320/IMG_6254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066116500602040354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Next time, just bang car no.33!" Sunway mafia was involved too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk546qkhMDI/AAAAAAAAALU/ggHnlgnCySQ/s1600-h/IMG_6159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk546qkhMDI/AAAAAAAAALU/ggHnlgnCySQ/s320/IMG_6159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066119580093591602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stressness "Should have stayed home and watch Cartoon Network..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk547KkhMEI/AAAAAAAAALc/9f-ASez8m5E/s1600-h/IMG_6217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk547KkhMEI/AAAAAAAAALc/9f-ASez8m5E/s320/IMG_6217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066119588683526210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happier contestants "Hi! My name is Eight, Eighty Eight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk547akhMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/rRWVmdxpzBE/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk547akhMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/rRWVmdxpzBE/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066119592978493522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some contestants were confused and lost..... "What am i doing here? This must be some MLM scam!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk547qkhMHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HlN7pTOQPIg/s1600-h/IMG_6374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk547qkhMHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HlN7pTOQPIg/s320/IMG_6374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066119597273460850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hungry contestants "Groan........ When can we start eating.....?"&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/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk57AakhMII/AAAAAAAAAL8/7x4EV1B611o/s1600-h/TreasureHunt+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk57AakhMII/AAAAAAAAAL8/7x4EV1B611o/s320/TreasureHunt+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066121877901095042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food Food Food!!!! Quick take as much as you can before the rest come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk59SqkhMMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-tcgp3u3bjc/s1600-h/TreasureHunt+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk59SqkhMMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-tcgp3u3bjc/s320/TreasureHunt+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066124390456963266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At approximately &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="12"&gt;12.30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;, members started trickling back to the college rushing to the finishing counter to hand in whatever items and answers due. Straight to food! Hunting makes everyone hungry and sure enough, the food vanished in seconds! Amidst the eating session, friends and team members alike exchanged experiences over mouthfuls of food. What a wonderful time of bonding this was, with new friends made!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk59SKkhMLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6XoUQLPCIx4/s1600-h/TreasureHunt+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk59SKkhMLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6XoUQLPCIx4/s320/TreasureHunt+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066124381867028658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to sleep..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk5--6khMOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/q_eZmG88AxI/s1600-h/TreasureHunt+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk5--6khMOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/q_eZmG88AxI/s320/TreasureHunt+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066126250177802466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahahahaha...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At last came the time which everyone is waiting for; to hear the answers to the questions that they have tried all morning to solve. There were a mix of exclamations, some sounded like “YES!” and some sounded like “AIYA!” during the debriefing. Clearly, all the participants had a good time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk57wKkhMJI/AAAAAAAAAME/A3Uh0ORMSQM/s1600-h/TreasureHunt+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk57wKkhMJI/AAAAAAAAAME/A3Uh0ORMSQM/s320/TreasureHunt+192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066122698239848594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The prize giving ceremony started soon after with &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Sunway&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s Vice Chancellor, Professor Jarlath Ronayne, Executive Director, Ms Elizabeth Lee, and Director of Marketing,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Wong Lei Lei gracing the event. One by one, the victorious teams came up to receive their hard-earned plunder. With smiles, brimming from ear to ear, everyone went home contented having experienced a fantastic day and time well spent. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-8939680955650999056?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/8939680955650999056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=8939680955650999056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8939680955650999056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8939680955650999056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunway-university-college-treasure-hunt.html' title='Sunway University College Treasure Hunt 2007!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rk52FakhL-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/DJBpkXNAlSs/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-4642222802235168489</id><published>2007-05-07T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:23:40.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeAtWork'/><title type='text'>A Saturday Workshop in SunU..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmmm, I just realized that I have not been blogging for sometime due to various circumstances, work work and more work. And also thanks to the “great” service by streamyx in Subang Jaya. Hahaha! Have been working weekends and each time you are done, you just feel like sitting back and enjoy the peace and quiet. Oh, for all my readers, if you still don’t know what I do for 2 meals a day, I work in Sunway Uni’s Student Services and to be more specific, in the training department as well as for its alumni, meaning anything to do with ex-students I handle la. So yes, I have been working Saturdays almost continuously for more than a month although I work alternate Saturdays. This is because if an event day falls on non-working Saturday, it would mean that I still have to go to work. Of course we as executives are not paid overtime, but are compensated by replacement leave. So yes, I’ve accumulated lots of leave so far, keeping it for a vacation. Will blog more later once I come back from that vacation. Hehehehe. Nola, gf and I are planning a little retreat to Penang sometime end of this month as an old friend of mine will be getting married then. So well, yes, do await my next post on that for more pics. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes, as I’ve been saying, its been a long string of events, ranging from individual course trainings, motivational courses, career fair, network tea all up to a grand event like the Treasure Hunt organized by us. It was pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, what I really wanted to blog on today is on today’s training which was done for 1st year Victoria University (VU) students. It was training on “Leadership on Team Building”. Well, it was just like any other training, students having a great time of fun doing silly stuff as shown in the pictures included. But yeah, they had fun and learnt a lot mostly on Team Building and things like “Hitler is a great leader. He may be a sadist, but that does not make him a bad leader. Imagine being able to lead and convince a nation to go to war against the then mighty “Soviet Union”. Anyone would have thought that it was suicide, IF not Genocide”. Hahaha. As I had to sit in, I manage to observe quite a number of things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amidst the crowd of regular college students, there was this girl who suffered some form of polio that affected her physically in terms of walking. Her disability was not serious enough that she needed a wheelchair, but it didn’t mean that she could be active either, to participate in tele-matches and physical activity, but her disability was nevertheless still a disability. So the group that she was in ultimately was at a disadvantage and everyone had to do extra in order to be abreast of the other team. And so yes, I observed how sometimes the group members of this girl were ultimately frustrated as they kept losing point after point. There was a time where the facilitator had to swap her to the other team and I could literally see the displeasure of the rest of the team as they would now be at a disadvantage instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, anyway the entire teambuilding exercise ended and it was time for the debriefing session where each group was to evaluate why their team faired the way they did. And yes, you guessed right, the disability of the poor girl was constantly brought up till it became a major point of discussion, a point besides the many theories and leadership styles that was being taught today. I could not believe that the facilitator actually asked questions like, “so with her disability, how did you and your group managed to assist her? Did any of you try to get to know her? Would any of you had given her the chance to participate in a the game if given a choice?”. Another question was, “OK, you said that you took into account every group member’s strength, so what strength did you manage to make out from her? (Disabled girl)”. I couldn’t believe my ears. I mean, if you asked that question, you may as well have just told the girl straight in her face that she was nothing but a nuisance/hindrance/obstacle to the group. I mean, already the girl would have already felt super terrible at not being able to help the group win, and now the facilitator had to just shove it straight at her face. I mean hello!? I don’t think she needs to be reminded that she is disabled and not being able to contribute, but at least she did not shy away from the challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, soon after the training was over, my senior managed to have a heart to heart with her, and although I pretended not to hear while packing, I nevertheless could make out that there were tears flowing freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, what happened today rudely reminded me of myself when I was in high school and am I glad that I’ve survived those days and came out victorious. Amen to that. It reminded me of myself as a 16-year-old teenager whom no one wanted to be part of their group, their circle of friends, or for that matter in the Boys Brigade, their squad. I am what is contrary to popular believed to be the outcast of the group, the freak, and basically anyone who is seen hanging out with me is labeled as un-cool. No one took me seriously; no one ever befriended me without having a prior ulterior motive. Thank God that He placed me with a few good friends whom today are still my good friends and praise be to God that He has made us tougher individuals by putting us through those times of trial. I still remember vividly how I tried so hard to be part of  "the" clique, the in-crowd and the popular ones. I used to ask God why were all those things happening to me? What did I do wrong? Why am I not given a chance to prove myself? Why do I always screw up when I did get a chance? Why is everyone ever ready to pounce on me as soon as I make a mistake? Why am I never promoted in rank even though I made the cut? Why are younger recruits being promoted with hardly any effort coming from them? All this and a million other questions pounded my already confused brain. I always tried to win the favor of my peers, but nothing really came out of it. But God is good and He pulled me through those trying days to become what I’ve become, a stronger individual, slow to anger, patient and positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh, I do hope that the poor girl would see this and one day, come to realize how much she is worth for all what other people say about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, well time to go drive Sunway's van to fetch some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures to humor you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_U_VAhs5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Z0BitFSktOM/s1600-h/AUP+Training+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_U_VAhs5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Z0BitFSktOM/s320/AUP+Training+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061998690623927186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"OK ppl who's got big feet so that we can use it for the duck walk" Students applying their leadership skills during battle plan discussion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_U_lAhs7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/RtW_0YmiYIc/s1600-h/AUP+Training+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_U_lAhs7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/RtW_0YmiYIc/s320/AUP+Training+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061998694918894514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preparations for a game. This game has 1 string tied to everyone, 2 fellas balancing ping pong balls on plates balanced on their heads, and 2 blind folder people. All cannot touch each other but only the string... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_U_lAhs6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/6cbRZDvW52c/s1600-h/AUP+Training+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_U_lAhs6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/6cbRZDvW52c/s320/AUP+Training+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061998694918894498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another group trying the best combination that "might" work. So much for Strategic Management class...... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_U_1Ahs8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/uU5Ogp6r0jw/s1600-h/AUP+Training+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_U_1Ahs8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/uU5Ogp6r0jw/s320/AUP+Training+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061998699213861826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still at IT!!! Time wasters. Facilitator later described this as bad time management. Next workshop, You guessed it, "Time Management".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_iflAhs9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/en7eSWlTWAg/s1600-h/AUP+Training+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_iflAhs9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/en7eSWlTWAg/s320/AUP+Training+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062013538325869522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Look Mom! No eyes! Wheeee!!!!" Students trying out walking in the "dark" with only their friend to guide them. I remember playing this game only that there were more than one person. Some would be telling the truth, some would guide you into the nearest "lamp post". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_iflAhs-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/OoCPUA6P8xA/s1600-h/AUP+Training+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_iflAhs-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/OoCPUA6P8xA/s320/AUP+Training+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062013538325869538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"There is a banana skin ahead, step left, NO! Your other left! And watch out for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiang&lt;/span&gt;! Twannnggg!!! @#$%! Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Too bad didn't manage to snap more.... Hopefully when i get a DSLR camera then more can be done. FYI, all these pics are taken from my Samsung D500 camera feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-4642222802235168489?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/4642222802235168489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=4642222802235168489' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/4642222802235168489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/4642222802235168489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/05/saturday-workshop-in-sunu.html' title='A Saturday Workshop in SunU..........'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rj_U_VAhs5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Z0BitFSktOM/s72-c/AUP+Training+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-5535261455606907825</id><published>2007-04-17T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:18:52.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC Happenings'/><title type='text'>YWA Camp in Not-So-Selesa Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken way way way back quite sometime ago during a 2 day 1 night Spiritual Camp in Selesa, and well, ahem, as mentioned above, "not so selesa" this time round. For most part of the camp, we were rushing up and down with almost no time to relax, plus the weather was pretty hot. So rushing around + hot weather = "not so selesa", in fact it was quite uncomfortable for most part of the day. Things were better at night when the climate is cooler. However due to the "crash course" by Richard Rajoo, we were all pretty pooped by that time. It was meant to be at least a 3 day course squeezed into 1 1/2 days. I honestly couldn't concentrate any further during the night session despite him being a good speaker... No offense! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope the next time round things won't be so rushed and that there will be more time to relax and rest and of course have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures of some fun moments during super short camp. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg3Aiiins4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/TaZYjhBz20s/s1600-h/IMG_3536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg3Aiiins4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/TaZYjhBz20s/s320/IMG_3536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047902456972292994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin in his best "I'm so lovely" pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg3Aiyins5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/A5rzm5d6J1Q/s1600-h/IMG_3498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg3Aiyins5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/A5rzm5d6J1Q/s320/IMG_3498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047902461267260306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The swimming pool, too bad i didn't bring my trunks, or i would have joined the "Mat Salleh's" in the pool side.... Aiya, no time to do that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg3AjSins6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/6vK3nBKATRE/s1600-h/IMG_3501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg3AjSins6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/6vK3nBKATRE/s320/IMG_3501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047902469857194914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the long journey that we have to make from our apartment to the meeting room. So u can imagine us sweating like we are in Subang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg3Ajiins7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1fXi6O2vkfo/s1600-h/IMG_3514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg3Ajiins7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1fXi6O2vkfo/s320/IMG_3514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047902474152162226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of where i stayed for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg2_lyinszI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oSx2BHtKXCE/s1600-h/IMG_3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg2_lyinszI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oSx2BHtKXCE/s320/IMG_3495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047901413295239986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelvin and his "Darkie" toothpaste smile :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg2_mSins0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/5XRSZb2-nc8/s1600-h/IMG_3496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg2_mSins0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/5XRSZb2-nc8/s320/IMG_3496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047901421885174594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eduardo trying to get a suntan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg2_miins1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/sjqFrUyNGnA/s1600-h/IMG_3516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg2_miins1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/sjqFrUyNGnA/s320/IMG_3516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047901426180141906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and gf fooling around. I think we were trying to look funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg2_myins2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/11a9xfa42Xs/s1600-h/IMG_3517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg2_myins2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/11a9xfa42Xs/s320/IMG_3517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047901430475109218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before 300 came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg2_nSins3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/S18tw9OIAWQ/s1600-h/IMG_3510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg2_nSins3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/S18tw9OIAWQ/s320/IMG_3510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047901439065043826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The makan place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg2_nSins3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/S18tw9OIAWQ/s1600-h/IMG_3510.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*All pictures are taken by our cell group's very own talented photographer, Mr. Matthew Chong. Many thanks to Mr. Chong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-5535261455606907825?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/5535261455606907825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=5535261455606907825' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5535261455606907825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5535261455606907825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/03/ywa-camp-in-not-so-selesa-resort.html' title='YWA Camp in Not-So-Selesa Resort'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rg3Aiiins4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/TaZYjhBz20s/s72-c/IMG_3536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-8963632467036514084</id><published>2007-04-10T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:01:50.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeAtWork'/><title type='text'>Monday Monday Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha, today was a pretty good day, for a Monday at least. Came to work pretty early, had breakfast with a colleague, although not a good conversationalist, nevertheless a better choice than eating alone. Anyway later, found out that some of my colleagues were not around. So that pretty much left 1 colleague and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a pretty fruitful day too, getting a lot of coordination work done for the trainings as well laying some of my worries to rest. Well, there was this project assigned to me, where I had to think up on what to do for our Graduation Pack. This pack was meant to be something given to our graduates during their convocation which was coming up this May. I had already submitted my proposal and I didn’t really hear anything about it, whether if it was approved or rejected. I was however asked to go ahead and source for certain stuff. In my mind however, I was asking, “What about the sponsorship I was supposed to look for? It’s already 9 April and still nothing?” and pretty much things like that. I have already being told by my senior that she will look through the proposal again as boss has made some comments and feedback on it, but still my mind wasn’t at peace. Well anyway, I feel a whole lot better now that she has again told me that she will look through it again once the whole Treasure Hunt thing was over. Besides, I think management wants this round of Graduation Packs to be simpler and not too difficult to do. So I was like, OK, at least that settles it, I felt relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rhr8eBY-aLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zPQyn3lOIjY/s1600-h/Photo-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rhr8eBY-aLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zPQyn3lOIjY/s320/Photo-0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051627524748896434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well maybe it was something from the past, an unpleasant experience that triggered this off. Something where I got really screwed-up for. Well, that’s in the past now, but old fears die hard. Bad experiences don’t just fade away just like that. I know it may seem a little drama, but sometimes flashbacks do occur and each time it does, it bring along with it memories that are either bad, funny or good, but mostly bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a great jog with Foong Yin too. It feel great jogging around my neighborhood after a period of going to gym. The difference between jogging in the gym and outdoors is, in the gym you watch MTV while outdoors, you get to see lotsa interesting things such as the night life in your neighborhood, the lights, the cars passing by, the doggies and cats, and lotsa other little little things that we don’t really pay attention to when we usually pass by in our cars on most occasions. Anyway, it is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My housemate is asking me out to go watch the Arsenal vs Newcastle match in you know where... :)&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/3697346004342453131-8963632467036514084?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/8963632467036514084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=8963632467036514084' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8963632467036514084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8963632467036514084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/04/haha-today-was-pretty-good-day-for.html' title='Monday Monday Monday!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rhr8eBY-aLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zPQyn3lOIjY/s72-c/Photo-0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-7966723284600849654</id><published>2007-03-28T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:53:14.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC Happenings'/><title type='text'>Port Dickson 22 Hour Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, about 2 weeks ago, I went on a 2-day-1-night retreat to Port Dickson organized by my church. It's not supposed to be a planing retreat because the planning stage is over. So this time round, it's more for leaders and interns to relax, share and get to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But well, I didn't 'exactly' feel relaxed when I got there with Terk. First of all,  both of us  missed the intersection to PD. Probably due to our never ending bout of complaints about our previous jobs  and  cursing the road construction ppl for closing down one to two lanes of the highway - without actually doing any work on it! Ridiculous! Well anyway, after jamming all the way to Malacca and jamming back in a u turn back to PD, we finally reached our destination at nearly 5 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon reaching Tractors bungalow, I was all pooped out, and I was in a dazed state and staring at ppl who have reached earlier. Nevertheless, the beach beckons, so for the sake of doing what guys must do (or more like what everyone at a beach should do) the three of us, Justin Terk and myself went for a swim (or more like a float in the water.....) The water was filled with residue, bits and pieces of dunno what, and the beach was littered with bottles, plastic bags, containers, etc. Coming to think of it, what were the three of us thinking!? Must have been nuts! Amazing what work can do to a decent person's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, enjoy some of the pictures I managed to snap with my trusty mobile phone camera....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgolkSinsgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bDJDK1vSVjQ/s1600-h/Photo-0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgolkSinsgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bDJDK1vSVjQ/s320/Photo-0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046887637804626434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first night, pretty hot and stuff. We were having a time of sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rgpo1CinstI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wBULCxhnxOs/s1600-h/justin+butt+inspector.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rgpo1CinstI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wBULCxhnxOs/s320/justin+butt+inspector.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046961592846496466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmmm, Terk's butt seems interesting...... Justin being a buttock inspector :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgpprSinsvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/exKyOXlYK2I/s1600-h/pd+bungalow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgpprSinsvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/exKyOXlYK2I/s320/pd+bungalow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046962524854399730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where we stayed for the night! Should have taken a closer shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgpoziinsrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7yg7GKp9unA/s1600-h/dirty+sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgpoziinsrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7yg7GKp9unA/s320/dirty+sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046961567076692658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dirty Beach. And yes, some of us actually swam in the dirtier sea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgppryinswI/AAAAAAAAAII/urVaF9i5iOE/s1600-h/unc+beng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgppryinswI/AAAAAAAAAII/urVaF9i5iOE/s320/unc+beng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046962533444334338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Beng's session with us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rgpo1iinsuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vP6vdNTdm2Y/s1600-h/never+seen+cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rgpo1iinsuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vP6vdNTdm2Y/s320/never+seen+cam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046961601436431074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some strange people who have never seen camera before...... Poor deprived them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rgpo0CinssI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YN0P4KqvYec/s1600-h/head+clutching+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rgpo0CinssI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YN0P4KqvYec/s320/head+clutching+gang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046961575666627266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"OMG! What are we doing here!?" Confused people on the beach. Didn't get their regular dosage of McD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgonUyinsmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZmVrCp6-Pcg/s1600-h/Photo-0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgonUyinsmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZmVrCp6-Pcg/s320/Photo-0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046889570539909730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weird tree we saw on a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgpoyCinsqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8U_l8h5ohow/s1600-h/chihui+monster+lilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgpoyCinsqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8U_l8h5ohow/s320/chihui+monster+lilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046961541306888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moments before Monster Lily 'devoured' Chi Hui in her peaceful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-7966723284600849654?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/7966723284600849654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=7966723284600849654' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7966723284600849654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7966723284600849654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/03/port-dickson-22-hour-holiday.html' title='Port Dickson 22 Hour Holiday!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgolkSinsgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bDJDK1vSVjQ/s72-c/Photo-0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-3069360179982302289</id><published>2007-03-21T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:46:20.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Billboard Advertisements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, gf and I decided to go have dinner at 'Little Taiwan' in SS15. We were looking forward to a nice bowl of spicy stewed beef noodles and fried chicken. Yum......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is of course something different from our regular staple food of Sukumaran, our trusty neighborhood restaurant. "That's where we want to be!" Harharhar.... But seriously, CBC should think of buying Suku shares. What with the number of CBC-ians flocking there on Friday nights. Then we can get discounts.... And for our church functions, Suku can become our official caterers. Already, 2/3 of Suku is made up of CBC faithfuls every Friday night. What a wonderful proposition not to mention giving job opportunities to our church fresh graduates! Think about it, Suku discount cards, Suku scholarship, EPL night, the list just continues.... Of course along the way, we hope to minister to Suku's staff and get them to know Jesus as well... Hihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After parking my car somewhere near SS15, you know somewhere near RHB bank? Well, anyway, gf spotted this really funny sign, which was meant to be some sort of corny advertisement. Both of us were laughing at it while getting off my car.... :P Here's the picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgpxfiinsxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eLe05-6s1Tw/s1600-h/FunCity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgpxfiinsxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eLe05-6s1Tw/s320/FunCity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046971119083959058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's the shop its outside of.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgpxgSinsyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KYITimmo_Ec/s1600-h/FunCity2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgpxgSinsyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KYITimmo_Ec/s320/FunCity2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046971131968860962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih, anyway, laughs aside, imagine naming your massage parlor "FunCity Massage". So sleazy...... but I guess it was meant to sound sleazy and cheap so that the services are applicable to more ppl? Hmmmm......... Anyway, bad proposition.... Sekali get caught by MPSJ and all that then die. Look at Suku, lately, there has been a series of raids whereby Suku suffered losses. A projector was confiscated together with the naan stall! We Suku fans were enraged by this. This is an act of war! they can't do this to our beloved mamak! Anyway, its not too much of a loss. They could probably buy another projector for a small fee from the black market (probably stolen from Sunway College in 1999), just kidding but seriously, with all the profit they are making, I don't think it would have hurt them at all... Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Suku talk. its already 7.55pm and I'm still in my office... gotta GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-3069360179982302289?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/3069360179982302289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=3069360179982302289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3069360179982302289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3069360179982302289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/03/billboards-advertisements.html' title='Billboard Advertisements'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RgpxfiinsxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eLe05-6s1Tw/s72-c/FunCity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-3957736560299016301</id><published>2007-03-06T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T08:25:16.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Warning: Viewers discretion advised. Some pictures and scenes can be disturbing to certain levels of viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, animals are really funny creatures. They can either make you laugh like mad or, they can make you swear like mad. For example a cat can be quite nice to play with as they are all furry and cuddly and all. and in the next moment, they will sniff at your car exhaust and spray some of their disgusting hormones on it. In my case, it was even funnier. A cat came into my house one day and decided to make it his territory. He nicely walked over to my guitar, sniffed at it, and yes, he decided to spray his stuff all over my guitar. Of course I wasn't there at that time or else I would have de-balled him there and then. Would have been very satisfying. I only found out when I played on my guitar, and realized that there was some sticky stuff on it. it wasn't oily, it wasn't water, it just felt sort of, yucky and I decided to take a whiff... I still couldn't make out what it was. I asked my housemate, and after much discussion and disgust, we concluded that it was cat hormone.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, here is a picture of 2 birdies cute and all at a tree outside gf's house. They have just finished releasing their deadly s**t on her car. As we were in a rush, we decided not to destroy the tree.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Re0zJLrZPOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yX8ZsRZZf5I/s1600-h/Photo-0005.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Re0zJLrZPOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yX8ZsRZZf5I/s320/Photo-0005.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038739790944091362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture which I took on my way back from work one day. I spotted these two having the hots for each other at the side of the road oblivious to the presence of by passers very much absorbed in their activity at the moment. lol! Anyway, these scenes are quite common. I've even seen cats, but they usually stare at each other for about 2 million years before making a move... I'd just go sleep instead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Re0ze7rZPPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Nid51EQjRtI/s1600-h/Photo-0001.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Re0ze7rZPPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Nid51EQjRtI/s320/Photo-0001.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038740164606246130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, animals, how can we live without them? Kekekekeke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-3957736560299016301?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/3957736560299016301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=3957736560299016301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3957736560299016301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3957736560299016301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/03/animals.html' title='Animals'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Re0zJLrZPOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yX8ZsRZZf5I/s72-c/Photo-0005.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-3271059500120522407</id><published>2007-03-05T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T14:47:17.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisureness'/><title type='text'>Gifts Gifts Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RewtJ6-2JsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mT0KQP4JhVg/s1600-h/Gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RewtJ6-2JsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mT0KQP4JhVg/s320/Gifts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038451731595667138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just yesterday, I got gifts from 2 different friends who were away on holiday and are now back. I got a slipper and 2 cans of Coke produced locally in Morocco as you can see from the picture. The color of the can is similar, but the aluminum mouth were you put your lips to when u are taking a swig is slightly narrower. Could it be because Moroccans have got smaller mouths? Hehe.. Besides that, the empty can is actually heavier than our local Coke can. I wonder why, maybe aluminium in Morocco is purer thus weigh much more? Hmmmm........ Oh and there's also a nice note written by Ah Beng and Ah Keong saying how much they miss my presence during lunch time.... So thoughtful, it nearly brought me to tears.... No, really...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And oh! Simon also gave both gf and I 2 key chains all the way from Mongolia. They're actually made from dried out leather, and stringed together with more leather, with hand painted drawings. One is a picture of a typical Mongolian house I think and another probably is the picture of the village head or more well known in local terms as "Ketua Kampung". Either that or it could be a picture of the painter's father or ancestor. It could well be Genghis Khan himself. Anyway, Mongolia has come a long way from being a tyrannical race to one which is totally industrious, and it looks like handicrafting is one of the key factors to success in Mongolia, not only it provides job opportunities, it also lessen the need to pillage. :) Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-3271059500120522407?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/3271059500120522407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=3271059500120522407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3271059500120522407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3271059500120522407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/03/gifts-gifts-gifts.html' title='Gifts Gifts Gifts'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RewtJ6-2JsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mT0KQP4JhVg/s72-c/Gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-7629222703637543870</id><published>2007-03-04T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:56:02.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>Car Crashes................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever wished some of those blasted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ah beng kia'&lt;/span&gt;s with the loud exhaust would just crash into a tree or something each time you are at your favorite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; having a drink? Well, not quite crash into a tree but more like drift into a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longkang&lt;/span&gt;. It happens quite often here at SS14 according to Sri Devi’s boss, at an average of once every three months. That’s quite a record considering it in a housing area. Here are some pictures to humor you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Reqzaa-2JoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oO-TSmnGs3E/s1600-h/Photo-0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Reqzaa-2JoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oO-TSmnGs3E/s320/Photo-0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038036399668209282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's an expensive Mitsubishi Evolution in this case belonging to a car workshop called Quartermile.com which attempted a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'piu yee'&lt;/span&gt; maneuver. Instead of drifting successfully over to the opposite side of the road, it decided to 'park' itself inside the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longkang&lt;/span&gt;. What a waste, a totally fantastic car driven by an absolute idiot. In this picture, the car is been dragged up rather unceremoniously by the 'vulture' tow truck people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Req0vK-2JqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/x7HDFpPNrxY/s1600-h/Photo-0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Req0vK-2JqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/x7HDFpPNrxY/s320/Photo-0147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038037855662122658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Req0e6-2JpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/h-1seHxnF_Y/s1600-h/Photo-0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Req0e6-2JpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/h-1seHxnF_Y/s320/Photo-0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038037576489248402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More pictures of the car when it was almost back to ground level. At this time, there were many aunties, housewives and passersby who are snapping away at the car, oblivious to the owner standing at the side looking stupid. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Req2S6-2JrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bYboISgbtTQ/s1600-h/Photo-0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Req2S6-2JrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bYboISgbtTQ/s320/Photo-0150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038039569354073778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of tow truck vendors arguing with each other over who gets the business of towing the stricken car. At the end of it, I went back feeling satisfied that justice is being done at the road leading to SS14. And besides a good laugh, it was a cool experience seeing how cars are being dragged up and on the way to the scrap or something like that.... Hahahaha.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-7629222703637543870?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/7629222703637543870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=7629222703637543870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7629222703637543870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/7629222703637543870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-you-ever-wished-some-of-those.html' title='Car Crashes................'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Reqzaa-2JoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oO-TSmnGs3E/s72-c/Photo-0146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-3714898418531413788</id><published>2007-03-04T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:39:19.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlockBusters'/><title type='text'>Jackass Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8FxAF2Oyhfc' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8FxAF2Oyhfc'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my first attempt at putting a video on my blog. I decided to use a video from Jackass. Hope you peeps enjoy it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-3714898418531413788?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/3714898418531413788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=3714898418531413788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3714898418531413788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3714898418531413788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/03/jackass-fan.html' title='Jackass Fan'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-5066524106503124294</id><published>2007-02-23T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:30:40.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familie'/><title type='text'>My Nieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6wLWUI1BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yyFTS0MhW2o/s1600-h/Photo-0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6wLWUI1BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yyFTS0MhW2o/s320/Photo-0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034655142461887506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a picture of bro's 2 nieces. Both also can walk already. the elder one is Wei Lin while the younger one is Wei Suang, however, we shall call her by her nick "mei mei" for now to avoid spelling errors... :P however this time round we will concentrate more on mei mei. she is now quite smart for her age. Big eyes, wavy hair, looks much like my bro. She can give elaborate hand, shoulder signals already, such as  "gong xi, gong xi", "flying kiss", "bye bye" and various others. Besides that, she is also a very easy toddler to take care of, not much complains, eats everything without fuss, and most importantly, sit still and behave....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6zTGUI1DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uq6EkYnban4/s1600-h/Photo-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6zTGUI1DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uq6EkYnban4/s320/Photo-0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034658574140757042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a close up shot of mei mei. She is actually sitting on my lap when i decided to take a picture. I think maybe she was fascinated at how fast she can bounce on my lap. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6z3GUI1EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tDyqHfujZ8g/s1600-h/Photo-0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6z3GUI1EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tDyqHfujZ8g/s320/Photo-0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034659192616047682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another snap shot of Meimei. Here, she is learning the essential skills of using a chopstick to eat fishballs... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd61jWUI1FI/AAAAAAAAAEc/87YQcnMwuqY/s1600-h/Photo-0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd61jWUI1FI/AAAAAAAAAEc/87YQcnMwuqY/s320/Photo-0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034661052336886866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is again being entertained by her elder sister i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd61zGUI1GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kv5Nc9AO1LI/s1600-h/Photo-0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd61zGUI1GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kv5Nc9AO1LI/s320/Photo-0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034661322919826530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mei mei who is just posing being sweet.... Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-5066524106503124294?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/5066524106503124294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=5066524106503124294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5066524106503124294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/5066524106503124294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-nieces.html' title='My Nieces'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6wLWUI1BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yyFTS0MhW2o/s72-c/Photo-0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-2769299136634797977</id><published>2007-02-23T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:34:44.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familie'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year In Ipoh Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6vTmUI1AI/AAAAAAAAADw/MPFTy045UzQ/s1600-h/Photo-0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6vTmUI1AI/AAAAAAAAADw/MPFTy045UzQ/s320/Photo-0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034654184684180482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Phew! Back from the hectic, crazy, boozey but great CNY break. Had a pretty good time back home where i met friends whom I've not met in a long time, some as long as 6-7 years! Anyway, here are some pictures of what happened during those couple of days. As you can see at the top, that's my grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6obWUI07I/AAAAAAAAACw/v0iDYoWChzE/s1600-h/Photo-0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6obWUI07I/AAAAAAAAACw/v0iDYoWChzE/s320/Photo-0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034646621246772146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture inside the house, way before the huge crowd was due to come in. Here, i usually just sit around and eat peanuts and drink tea while waiting for time to leave for home. Its one of the most boring parts during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6o8mUI08I/AAAAAAAAAC4/S2aHKCpAS3c/s1600-h/Photo-0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6o8mUI08I/AAAAAAAAAC4/S2aHKCpAS3c/s320/Photo-0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034647192477422530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a scene during our CNY "chor yi" dinner where all the married daughters come back to have dinner. Here, I'm trying to look "borg" like while my niece is trying test the durability of the plate in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6pgmUI09I/AAAAAAAAADA/9aDocnQbXoQ/s1600-h/Photo-0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6pgmUI09I/AAAAAAAAADA/9aDocnQbXoQ/s320/Photo-0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034647810952713170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a picture of my entire extended family, well almost, about 2 families decided not to turn up, dunno why, maybe on-strike or have got some other agenda on this wonderful day. From this picture, about at least 80% (inclusive of ladies) are fantastic drinkers. I guess its in the blood of Hakka folk. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6tnGUI0-I/AAAAAAAAADI/fBFgpR2GTnA/s1600-h/Photo-0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6tnGUI0-I/AAAAAAAAADI/fBFgpR2GTnA/s320/Photo-0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034652320668373986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe.. here you can see the kitchen in my house. This is my CNY workstation, where i chop onion and garlic, wash dishes, throw rubbish, prepare ingredients for the chief cook (my mom, the one in red t-shirt), laying the table etc. Hehehe... at the end of the day, I'll end up with very spicy fingers, and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6uVWUI0_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/3qqjFPPEb1s/s1600-h/Photo-0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6uVWUI0_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/3qqjFPPEb1s/s320/Photo-0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034653115237323762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and lastly, here is a picture of a salvo of miniature rockets seconds before it was to be launched by my nephews. This is actually somewhere in the middle of a field near my house. haha. Talk bout having fun. At the end the rockets flew all over the place... Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-2769299136634797977?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/2769299136634797977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=2769299136634797977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/2769299136634797977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/2769299136634797977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-in-ipoh-country.html' title='Chinese New Year In Ipoh Country'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rd6vTmUI1AI/AAAAAAAAADw/MPFTy045UzQ/s72-c/Photo-0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-3731905292205809909</id><published>2007-02-15T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:42:33.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interestingness'/><title type='text'>The "Tape Dispenser" Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RdPuuWUI04I/AAAAAAAAAB8/uw10utULR8Y/s1600-h/Photo-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RdPuuWUI04I/AAAAAAAAAB8/uw10utULR8Y/s320/Photo-0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031627688734413698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I actually took this picture of my tape dispenser at my office with my trusty Samsung SGH-D500C camera phone. It was quite coincidental actually. I was uploading some pictures to my pc using my Bluetooth device and I happened to come up with this brilliant idea to take a photo using a yellow effect. Quite amazing, actually what you can do with a camera phone nowadays, considering the fact that the camera is just an auxiliary tool in the phone. After taking the photo, I realize that something, or rather, the photo reminded me of something. When I looked at the tape dispenser, it seemed to so alone in a surrounding full of unfamiliar devices, like the calculator, pen, etc. It reminded me how I used to feel when I was in school last time trying to fit in with the crowd, doing things with hope that one day they would accept me as one of them. Amazing how much adolescence need acceptance nowadays to feel “complete”. I guess its just part of our human genome to socialize and have companionship in order to survive. Anyway, I remember how frustrated I used to feel when I was in school, where I was always the weird kid whom always seek attention. Well, I guess I was a little spoilt to begin with, being given what I wanted without too much effort going into it. I guess I treated friends the same way, wanting them to be friends with me in an instant. Well, maybe also because I grew up alone with no close siblings with me during those years. Hehehe. Oh well, its over anyway… haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RdPtUWUI00I/AAAAAAAAABc/u-fB6zKbsHU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RdPtUWUI00I/AAAAAAAAABc/u-fB6zKbsHU/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031626142546187074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, its also reminded me on how we Christians try to convert those around us. Sometimes, I think we are being too self-righteous thinking that we are all good and the individuals around us ought to listen to us just because our God is good. Believe me I love Jesus and God very very much, but I truly feel that in order to win over the hearts of non-Christians, we need to be humble, and very much sometimes, we need to understand how the non-Christian thinks. All the more, explained by the picture, the tape dispenser represents us, a glowing light in the surroundings of darkness and gloom.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RdPu92UI05I/AAAAAAAAACE/dzUAgU1MUoQ/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RdPu92UI05I/AAAAAAAAACE/dzUAgU1MUoQ/s320/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031627955022386066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In order to reach others, we first must know them and befriend them, not running around yelling “Believe in Jesus today or burn in the eternal fires of hell!!!”. Believe me, Christianity has been institutionalized before, ask &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Constantine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. But it never worked because God never meant to force Himself into people’s life’s, rather, it is all something which God give free will to all whether to accept Him willingly. Well, in this case, the light glows brightest in the time where it is darkest, and may people around see the light and draw close to it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that la…. need to go toilet before data crunching again…. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-3731905292205809909?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/3731905292205809909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=3731905292205809909' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3731905292205809909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3731905292205809909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/02/tape-dispenser-story.html' title='The &quot;Tape Dispenser&quot; Story'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/RdPuuWUI04I/AAAAAAAAAB8/uw10utULR8Y/s72-c/Photo-0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-6192212615152698665</id><published>2007-02-12T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:55:53.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MusicMusicMusic'/><title type='text'>Ratatatatatatarrrrmmm.......!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc_AdGUI0xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/C9eF-iPfjeA/s1600-h/2831463546234s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc_AdGUI0xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/C9eF-iPfjeA/s320/2831463546234s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030450914939949842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone reading this will probably be wondering "What in the %^&amp;*%$# does the title mean?! :P anyway, its actually my expression of a "paradidle" or to put it in words, (maybe u can try the dictionary for a better description) its the successive repetition of hits by a drumstick on the snare drum. Too bad I can't upload sounds in yet; otherwise I would have done so (duhhhh....). The picture on the left is my favorite brand of skins for my drums, "REMO". Unlike Neanderthal times where animal skins were used, nylon technology is now incorporated to produce high quality acoustic instruments such as the guitar. Such is the advancement of technology, no need for us to go hunting for animal hide to get our drumskins... lol. So much for that.... Well, anyway, on the right, u can see an example of a modern drum, in this case a "sidedrum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc-_2mUI0wI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hz8VbXOc_8s/s1600-h/Picture%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc-_2mUI0wI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hz8VbXOc_8s/s320/Picture%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030450253514986242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well a little on how I started off. Hmmm.... well, way way back in the nineties, where I was still a teenager, I used to attend youth service with a friend at a charismatic church in Ipoh. Being a Methodist, drums were not on the list of instruments used for services conducted. The moment I set my ears on the beats and sweet rhythm of the drums, it was love at first "hearing". Haha, what a way to describe drums. From there on, I took great interest in the instrument, taking every opportunity to lay hands on it, whether its bugging the drummer to teach me a few things here and there or observing how the drummer plays during practices. Oh well, things pretty much were stagnant up till that level, having no real training or lessons available for me, thus my dream at being able to play drums let alone being on stage were at best, on hold for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turning point in my drumming came when I started college in Subang. Here, I attended CBC, my church up till now. And over here, I had more freedom, away from home and all, thus having more opportunity to learn. The then Aaron, the one and only person whom I can really call my teacher taught me the basics of drums, the rest was up to my sheer determination, and more likely up to God Himself. Funny, I still remember asking God during one altar call at a youth service, it went something like this, "Lord, I would really like to serve You as a musician. Lord, You know how much I enjoy drums, and how much I would like to serve you in this area. Lord, if it’s Your will, do please show me the way". Haha. I think that was how my prayer went la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those days, I had a band too, called cornily "The Bachelors". Don't ask why. I was a vocalist, back-up singer then. We usually performed "Unplugged" performances with only the guitar as an instrument, after a disastrous performance involving a full band where everything went wrong, and yes, I was then a nervy 19-year-old on the drums. I was a bundle of nerves, making mistakes everywhere, plus our lack of practice and experience. But well, it’s a learning curve for all of us. We however never really play as a band anymore, only as an "Unplugged" band.... So much for a start in my drumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the practices continued in church mostly, taking time before/after cell group to play. At that time, I was already serving as a back-up singer in church. My chance came when one day Aaron couldn't play as he had something up, so knowing my desire, he asked me if I would be ready to go up on a Sunday prior to practice of course. So of course I said yes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO came that big Sunday, my debut, and I was perspiring all the way through the whole session. After that, ppl were congratulating me, and that was the beginning of everything up till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I really am amazed at how God answered my prayers. Some ppl are still amazed that I never went for classes. I attribute all this back to God la. Now, in fact just recently, I’ve tasked myself into training new blood for the drums. It’s a challenge, but one that I’m ready to take. I guess then it'll be another phase of my playing la.... Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc_e2WUI0yI/AAAAAAAAABA/gFvVELX6Pd4/s1600-h/DSC_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc_e2WUI0yI/AAAAAAAAABA/gFvVELX6Pd4/s320/DSC_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030484334080480034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, a picture of me on the drums.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-6192212615152698665?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/6192212615152698665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=6192212615152698665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6192212615152698665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/6192212615152698665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/02/ratatatatatatarrrrmmm.html' title='Ratatatatatatarrrrmmm.......!!!!!!!'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc_AdGUI0xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/C9eF-iPfjeA/s72-c/2831463546234s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-3079388389557288809</id><published>2007-02-11T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:12:20.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeAtWork'/><title type='text'>More Emo Posts :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;hehe, felt that this is also something that i want to post in my blog as well, i think this part of my life really played a vital part in shaping me, as in my corporate image, corporate identity.... Hope it doesn't bore the poor soul that reads my thoughts here. hahaha....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 October 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;"In a blink of an eye, already almost 7 months have pass since the first day I stepped into &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alliance&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I still remembered the dilemma I had to go through when choosing between Nissan and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alliance&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in which I eventually choose the latter. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Anyway, at a first glance, it may feel like I’ve ultimately made a mistake in my decision. But after thinking about it, I feel that I’ve gained a lot of other experience, which is vital to my future career. I’ve learnt that in the corporate world, individuals, whether new or old have to quickly adapt and start contributing to the organization, otherwise, the individual would be considered as a so called “liability”, which I was labeled as during my appraisal which just passed not too very long ago. It was a hard blow as I felt that it was unfair to call me a liability. I started off here with barely any understanding of what I am to do, with no working experience. My colleagues had little if not no time to guide me on the basics of the department, meaning that I have to scrounge around here and there, learning what I can on my own. And it doesn’t help having a senior who is bent on making my time here difficult and frustrating by picking on my at every opportunity that presents itself in front of all my other colleagues. I used to wake up each morning loathing having to go to work because of this. It is just so frustrating having to endure all the crap each day, having to think each step of the way before actually asking a question on whether its is worth asking. and it definitely did not help as my colleagues started having the perception that I’m such an incompetent fool at my job, having gossiping amongst themselves behind my back. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;As time went on, I found friends who were generally going through the same problems as me during the induction course. It came as some sort of outlet for us each time we went for lunch together when we describe just how crappy our work has turned out for the day. Soon, we became good friends and we shared most of our unhappy experiences that we have with each other, comforting and reassuring each other in times where things really really go stormy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I thank God for these friends who have been by my side all these months and I hope I had been a source of comic relieve to them as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Well, it seems like things now have improved in the sense that there are no more strained “conversations” between my previous senior. This is because I decided that I could not take the bullying anymore and took the matter to the boss, telling the situation I was in. I basically told her that I felt that both my senior and I couldn’t work well and seemed to have a misunderstanding between each other, making it difficult to work with each other. I tried putting it in a way that was fair to the both of us. After speaking to my boss, I realized that I was not the first to go through this and that the previous guy who left also had similar problems with that senior in question and therefore she could justify what I said, which included her own observation on how things were progressing between us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;After that, I was transferred to Jaime, who already knew why I wanted a transfer (what the heck, everyone in the dept knows, just that nobody wanted to say a word). From there, I slowly gained back my confidence in working. Was not something easy to do however. But with the arrival of some new colleague, things were much more manageable, and there was less pressure. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;However, not each and everyday is manageable, for example today, I received an email to check up on a customer who claims that she received an invitation for a card upgrade. So the reasonable thing to do is to check the DM list as well as the memo line to see if the person is eligible for an upgrade, which she was not. After checking and reverting to peggy, she replied why I did not take a look at the signed raw letter at CP? And the way she put it really just seems to imply that I’m some idiot that does not know what’s the meaning of checking. Sigh..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;But surprisingly, I’m actually feeling ok and am actually less affected by the remark. I guess I’m starting to get the hang of all the bullshit that I get from this woman. I guess somehow somewhere inside me I have accepted that she is just a bitch. Maybe this is how people feel when they have had enough of a person, where there is no more hope of improving relations with the person and therefore just leave her alone rather than try to reason out things with her. What a waste when I can actually get along with the rest of my colleagues here, in fact most of the people at other departments are also ok with me. I just don’t know why she has to be like that. Even now, when sometimes she is actually nice to me, I also do not know how to react. Its like I have lost any trust I have left for this person. It is really sad that such things have to happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I’ve already updated my resume over the weekend with some help from my dear, who gave me some ideas on how to write more creatively to be more interesting as well as not to bore the reader. Going to post the letter by tonight and also look for other potential jobs over the papers. What really took me so long to make the decision to want to find a new job? At first I was really confused over what I want. One moment, things seem quite ok driving me into a time where I just put aside the thought that I need to change jobs. Another moment, I’m dead on wanting to change as soon as I can because I cannot accept what I’m doing here, out of boredom, out of wanting to do something that’s more to my liking and interest. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Today, I had quite an interesting discussion with belle over lunch. I realized how vague our staff evaluation is. This is because we were talking about salary increment and promotions within the bank. I realized how little motivation our staff here get. We do not really have schemes or incentive models to spur us to work harder. It is like whatever we do, however much we try to do our work to the best of our ability, it is always the same. To make explaining simpler, just imagine you are painting a picture. People just comment on the parts which are not so good, not so well done, but people do not give any credit for the parts of the picture which is well done. And sometimes, even before the picture is painted, people already start to give you negative feedback on your task of painting, telling you that it is not an easy task, to be prepared for problems, and to make sure the painting is done on time, etc etc. Sometimes people even comment that they doubt your ability to complete the painting at all! All these before you have even started off. And like I said, when the painting is well done, nobody gives it the due credit. However it is a different story once it has some flaws. They just jump at you as ready as a tiger that ‘s stalking its prey! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;I don’t know how this is called motivation. They say that they are just warning me of what can go wrong so that I will have already know what are the problems and so be prepared for it. But yes, that’s true, but what about the time when some form of reassurance is needed? Is the act of reassurance so hard to give? Are the few words of praise so hard to speak out? Or rather, is it because we were expected to fail and therefore when we did it right, we silent those critics that victimize us? Of course when we ask, the most probable answer we would get is that the results we gave are expected of us. Well, what can I say about that? In that case, failure is also expected of me, as I am a normal human being, not a computer, furthermore, I’m a fresh graduate with no working experience before this. So therefore, you should be expecting errors here and there as well and so, don’t complain! Like what yin said, they just feel threatened by us, people who are young better qualified then they. When I first heard this, I refused to believe in it as I still believe that there are some other reasons for their behavior. But well, I guess I’m just proving myself wrong in this organization."&lt;/p&gt;Again, this is something very close to my heart la... hehehe darn , i'm really being influenced by Ps. Ryan by saying this... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-3079388389557288809?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/3079388389557288809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=3079388389557288809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3079388389557288809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3079388389557288809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-emo-posts.html' title='More Emo Posts :)'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-3745144850626102892</id><published>2007-02-10T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:38:26.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisureness'/><title type='text'>Penang The Promised Land Of Good Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc1Cy2UI0tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yQECG3_p7cI/s1600-h/Photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc1Cy2UI0tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yQECG3_p7cI/s320/Photo-0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029749800183583442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darn, Haven't been to many holiday trips in my life.... at least for the past 10 years anyway. yeah, life seems quite pathetic.... however, not all is lost! like a cliche saying, there is always a silver lining along the grey clouds.... or something like that lar.... :) Cell group and all decided that we have had enough of our crazy bosses and take that first step to taking leave to go to Penang! tada!!!! i know it doesn't sound much, but really, for us lifeless KL lang, its like a trip made in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures that we took during the trip la.... have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The picture on top is actually a plate of "wantan mee", which is supposedly one of the best in Penang, but well, it does taste unique, unlike most wantan mee we find in the Klang Valley la. oh, if you notice, there is also a plate of "lobak" at the background... its unlike any lobak i've eaten and it taste really good! But like all good chinese food, every square-inch is coated in lard, thus the fantastic aroma, emmmm..... taste so good........ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc8ooGUI0vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PsujKUCXPdg/s1600-h/Photo-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc8ooGUI0vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PsujKUCXPdg/s320/Photo-0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030283978151088882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You will be amazed at what stuff you can find here, which most of us have never seen before or have not seen in a long long time for example in the picture above. Here's we have a row of trishaws, where there would be people playing a game of chess at the side walks while waiting for customers. haha... the trishaws have licenses plates too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, i've got lotsa other pictures but its so hard to upload them, but yeah, the trip to penang, was really something refreshing! Hope to go there again this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-3745144850626102892?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/3745144850626102892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=3745144850626102892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3745144850626102892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/3745144850626102892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/02/darn-havent-been-to-many-holiday-trips.html' title='Penang The Promised Land Of Good Food'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fF89F_eASA/Rc1Cy2UI0tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yQECG3_p7cI/s72-c/Photo-0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697346004342453131.post-8321406718569417549</id><published>2007-02-06T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:17:34.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeAtWork'/><title type='text'>Long time ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I was looking at what to post in my very first own blog and I came about this..... Something I wrote almost 2 years ago......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2005" day="4" month="5"&gt;4th May 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A lot of expectation on me. Most if not all colleagues feel that I’m blur, meaning needing to tell me things twice or more. Do not seem to be able to concentrate, labeled as not sharp. Need a lot of pushing in order to get me to do things. I’m being too careful. Basically not pro active in workplace. Most colleagues feel that I’ve got a lot of time to get settled down in job. Colleagues feel that I’m not contributing to the section, basically labeled as lazy. Ms P personally feels that the way I speak is not very tactful, something that I need to see to as well. Also labeled as too sensitive, I must be able to take criticism with a smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To sum up, I’m expected to contribute to the section, know what needs to be done with minimal need to be told what to do. I need to be able to take criticism and be able to learn from it. Basically, what she is trying to say is, in the corporate world, you need to fend for yourself, don’t count on people, always have a back-up plan, and be smart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m also labeled as one of those graduates that do not seem to want to do work like answering the phone just because we are graduates. Also referred to as a parasite to my immediate supervisor, needing too much guidance, thus slowing her progress and affecting her performance and KRA at work not to mention getting her into trouble."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darn... seems like a long time ago when I typed all this in. It was during my very first job, whereby I think I’ve learned much. I mean, now, at present I can look back and laugh at all the "challenging" experiences that I went through for a whole year. But trust me; it wasn't fun when I was going through it at that time. It felt like crap! imagine having to wake up every morning at &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="6"&gt;6.30am&lt;/st1:time&gt; plus dealing with that persistent cockroach in my bathroom, rushing to get dressed, catch the packed train to KL, all this to face the situation above that I’ve just mentioned, only to come back at approximately &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="20"&gt;8.00pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; at night at average. By the time all this ends, I’m already all worn out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It definitely was a trying and difficult time for me, and I hated the woman that made my first year of work so miserable..... But looking back at it now, I’m somewhat glad that I went through all that. In fact, sometimes I think I should thank that woman for making me a tougher person now..... But of course that's crazy thinking. I mean, from the experience gained there, I’ve become a stronger character, able to take loads of crap, which made my following jobs much easier to handle and I’m thus thankful for the experience I’ve received there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, so much for a first post....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697346004342453131-8321406718569417549?l=halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/feeds/8321406718569417549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3697346004342453131&amp;postID=8321406718569417549' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8321406718569417549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697346004342453131/posts/default/8321406718569417549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfsensesnontheless.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-time-ago.html' title='Long time ago'/><author><name>v.Hah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352080893892703569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://reporter.kro.nl/gfx/tridion/knvb200x160_tcm78-51366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
