<?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-22654269</id><updated>2011-10-02T18:25:19.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>katabana... BANANA!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Once upon a time, &lt;br&gt;
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href="http://www.acutabove.com.my/"&gt;www.acutabove.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know whether u guys saw this or not la... at least the first intro movie had made me go "wow"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i'm addicted to facebook.. so anyone playing it, please add me o... u can easily find me over there... :) now everday also pet society, poker, farm town, assignment, pak to, yam cha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not gonna write long since i cannot think of anything to write yet... :) so chioz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-1691098074850319272?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/1691098074850319272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-1896757455246778614</id><published>2009-04-12T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:35:28.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDICTED TO FACEBOOK!!!</title><content type='html'>those of you who still click into my blog and playing facebook, ADD ME ADD ME!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, back to assignment first... update next time.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-1896757455246778614?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/1896757455246778614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-3336803475565073698</id><published>2009-02-12T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:23:17.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>newest update</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year has officially over... so did you guys enjoyed your hard earned holiday? won a lot through some friendly gambling among the relatives? cheated your smaller cousin's ang pao money? visited any friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did non of the above during CNY... instead i've went to Taiwan... :) i think most of you who read my blog surely know what i'm talking about, since that' basically what i'm been bragging for the past couple of weeks/month... :D well to tell you the truth, i'm a traditional guy, and the fact that i've sacraficed chances to visit relatives to travel has upset me quite a bit... but the trip is still very enjoyable... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today post is not about my trip to taiwan... i'll leave that for next post... this post is about an unfortunate event that happened to me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY CAR TYRES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya lah.. damn those crooks... tyres also want to steal.. sigh.. what to do.. my car same like the owner.. too attractive liao... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the incident happened between 2-6, since was still playing computer until 2, and my mom told me that the tyres are gone at around 6... my stupid dog bark also never bark.... stupid dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the car, the left side front and back tyres were stolen, and they only use a single brick to tahan my car's weight.. =.='' lucky that brick has high quality.. didn;t break even though bpractically whole car is leaning on it... or else my car sure fall down on 1 side and sure bye bye liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sien lo.. those tyres were new one... i just bought it not long ago... sigh... RM400 gone liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, stolen means stolen liao.. cannot do anything... after i woke up, me and my father went to report police... can't believe it... 1 minuite walking distance from the police station, this kind of thing still can happen... sigh... my father want me to "learn" how to make report (as if i don;t know how to.. -.-'' ), i went in the station and did everything myself... took only 10 minutes... after that, my father fetch me to find those tayar shop, and finally purchased 2 considered new MyVi rimm, including the tyres have costed us RM550... damn those thieves... damn you!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... conplaint so much also useless.... at least now i can drive... tomorrow going to buy the security nuts to prevent this things from happening again.. hope those new tires won't get stolen... again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-3336803475565073698?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/3336803475565073698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=3336803475565073698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/3336803475565073698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/3336803475565073698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2009/02/newest-update.html' title='newest update'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-7312456427419884049</id><published>2008-12-26T11:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:03:40.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!!!</title><content type='html'>yes, christmas was over yesterday, but still, merry christmas!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a related topic, i've came across an article from the news paper. the article is from a christian, doubting the existance of Santa Claus. in the article, the author is selling chrsitmas greeting cards drew by students. He was shocked at the amount of Santa Claus related theme in the winning card design. being a devoted Christian, who didn't believe in Santa Claus, refused to sell those cards due to religious reasons. His explaination of his situation to his colleague was futile, and was forced to sell those cards in the church that he attended regularly. expected by him, sales are very bad. one of the church member even told him that santa clause is not a good "thinking (思想)"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the purpose of the article is not to debate whether Santa Claus is a good concept or not, but to introduce a famous letter from a pastor's son to a child named Virginia. The title is "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus." you can find that article easilly because it's a famous letter and The New York Suns will publish that letter every Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the article, the author still have trouble trying to relate Santa Claus with Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come my purpose of writing this topic... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to shoot christianity. But it's undeniable that quite an amount of Christians, in my opinion, are overzealous. It's fine that they said there's only 1 God. It's fine that they believe in what they are believing. It's even fine, in some degree, that they claimed that other religions are praying at false idol... But it's not fine that they start insulting other religious publicly. I once almost had a fight with my sister because of this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in this case, i won't say that the author is overzealous. he just doesn't want to relate Santa Claus with Christmas because i believe that he think it's an insult that Santa Claus is more famous compare to Jesus Christ and people are relating Christmas with Santa Claus more that Jesus. just look at the TV programmes... how many Santa Clause theme movies was released in during Chrsitmas? How many of them has Jesus or Christian theme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Santa Claus is just a marketing gimmick that some genius marketer has thought out to boost their sales during this festive seasons. Maybe Santa Claus character is not real. Maybe no one really lives in North Pole, commanding legions of elves and making toys whole year and distribute to kinds all around the world. Maybe there's no such person that has lived for so many years, and not getting any older with each passing years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is not about who get the most expensive gifts or who has been good or naughty, or who's parents are more wealthy and bought thier children a BMW... No. Santa Claus is more than that. That old ah pek in the red suit represent an idea. It's a great way to teach childrens to give for the sake of making other people happy and appreciate what other offered. It's not that Santa Claus can earn anything by flying around the globe, break into other people's chimney and risked getting burn in the butt or attacked by house dog to deliver those gift. He just want to make other people happy. that's all. It's a great value that adults can teach to the kids instead of denying the existence of Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the value of giving, the value of appreciation is equally important. just imagine this. you're the Santa Claus, who had worked all day long just to give other people gifts. You were tired and exhausted. But before you leave a house, you saw a plate of chocolate chipped cookies and a glass of warm milk on the table, with a thank you card besides it... appreciation cost nothing, but it can bring lots of happiness to the recieving side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can kill Santa Claus from children's imagination with facts, figure, scientific explanation, religious reasons, etc etc etc... But you can never kill what Santa Claus represent, which is an idea, a believe, a wish, a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a scanned letter that i've mentioned earlier... free of charge.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/25/Yes%2CVirginia%2CThereIsASantaClausClipping.jpg"&gt;Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and Appreciate. Merry Christmas everyone... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-7312456427419884049?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/7312456427419884049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=7312456427419884049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/7312456427419884049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/7312456427419884049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-551076714904802902</id><published>2008-12-19T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:36:52.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woah.... so THIS is how an internet look like???</title><content type='html'>it's been so long since i last have connection in my own home.. feel so nice to be able to visit megarotic.com as frequent as i want... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. update... something i don;t even dare to touch... with my ant sized brain and bacteria sized memory, it's easier to persuade me to run naked in KLCC then ask me to recount EVERYTHING happened since my last topic (by last topic i mean the one that tell YOU what i've been doing... ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to make yours and my life easier (to spare you the torture of reading through my uneventful life... ), i decided to NOT update my blog!!! cool huh.. :D instead of looking back at the past, I decided to look at the present and future... you should too... it's a lot more exciting... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before i forget the purpose i write this topic, just a quick summary of what major event happened that is worth writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i've just celebrated my first pak to anniversary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe... embarassing o.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much la.. just went to kuala selangor and see fireflies... beautiful, beautiful night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la the rest you all imagine... *blush....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second of all, of course, is my reconnection to civilization, internet!!! at least i don;t have to go cyber cafe to do my assignment anymore.... (don;t know should be sad or happy.....) now i have my connection back, hopefully i'll blog more often.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enough of update.. time to write some chit chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days ago (or weeks.. or month.... forgot the time... ) after my party in MC's house (great BBQ... his father damn pro in BBQing... and his house... wish i had a godfather as rich as him...), i've fetched audrey and her bf back home... on the way, she asked me where and what i did exactly, since i almost everyday also go out with my gf... she said that she and her bf didn't spent time alone much, and most of thier outing also involved bunch of other friends... i also quite stunned at her question lo.. thinking back, i really don't know where i've went and what i've do.. but some how everyday still can go out.. and some how can find something to do... i only can think of kei tak sek (the tong sui stall), china wind (the shop that sells china stuff), and pasar malam.. lots of pasar malam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyone with any suggestion of where else to pak to, please don;t hessitate to share with me o... seems my pak to places are getting repetitive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to write more but it's getting late (12:30am... wow.... i've really changed.... usually 12:30 is still early for me...) tomorrow still got class... so i'll write again when i feel like it... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-551076714904802902?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/551076714904802902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=551076714904802902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SSO8OndkCnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pcI_FeuQxhM/s1600-h/map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SSO8OndkCnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pcI_FeuQxhM/s400/map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270262948250782322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the map to the cremation/ cemetery. just follow the orange line. the green is LDP highway. from LDPToll go straight and head towards Pyramid. before crossing the "penang" bridge, turn left at the furniture shops there and continue follow the orange path. i think this is correct, since that's the only cremation center and cemetery on the map. and it's situated near Jalan 222...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe first post after stop so long is about such sad news... sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-5895173361830132761?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/5895173361830132761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=5895173361830132761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/5895173361830132761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/5895173361830132761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-condolences.html' title='my condolences...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SSO8OndkCnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pcI_FeuQxhM/s72-c/map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-228698366952481427</id><published>2008-08-28T09:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:51:24.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVE!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>before you think that my blog is declared dead and delete my link from your site or your bookmark, here's an explanation of why i haven't been update for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who saw me the past few weeks, should have known that i've finally moved to my new house... from Bandar Sri Damansara to Bandar Sri Damansara... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, like all house moving experiences, i have many things that i have to do, such as changing of address, furniture arranging, preventing my mom from throwing out all my comics etc... but changing telephone line is what took most of my time... until now i still cannot connect to internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, despite all the competitors that's appearing, TM Point still haven't improve much in servicing it's customers. after suffering long queue to submit line transfer form, i've waited 2 weeks before the technician to call me. and now... after 5 days, the stupid phone line is still not up yet... sigh.. must complaint to them today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, since the telephone line is not up yet, i still decided to transfer the streamyx line first... guess what? streamys port in my housing area was full... now i cannot register streamyx anymore... have to wait until they have free port and i have to personally call them to check... bloody good customer service lo... they want earn my money still want to call and check for availability??? it's not that they are monopoly now leh.... some more i'm transferring my line ma... not cancel and reactivate it... really don't understand what there's no port for me lo... by right of the universe, knowledge of the cricket, and common sence of a cow also know that they should reserve a port for me ma... sigh... i shouldn't scold that operator when she called me... too bad i was awoken by that call and desperately need to close the phone to continue sleep... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, basically that's why i've stoped updating my blog lo... at least since the last post.. :P now i have to go to cyber cafe every few days to do my assignment research... sigh... and it's not enjoyable either.. it's suffering to see people play dota and "GODLIKE!!" while i have to google for Income gowth of china... sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i know it's useless to post here, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My House warming buffet is going to be on 13th of September, in my house (obviously...) the address and map i'll put in here... after i've finish drawing the map...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edited-&lt;br /&gt;here's the map... don't know how to go, feel free to call me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SMNdtqHQQHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rGl_snOJXHU/s1600-h/map3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SMNdtqHQQHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rGl_snOJXHU/s400/map3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243137430169600114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-228698366952481427?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SMNdtqHQQHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rGl_snOJXHU/s72-c/map3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-512313966244203900</id><published>2008-07-10T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:15:09.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great quote from a great game...</title><content type='html'>quoted from a PC Game: Syberia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why should life be complicated, when I already have what I need?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syberia is a puzzle solving game, and that quote is a part of a dialogue that struck me the moment i saw this line. the origin of the quote is form a villiant from the game. he stole my robot's arm for his own robot. since i need my robot to operate a train to continue the story, i offer to build a new hand for him. that's why he replied to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what he said is quite true some time. many people are not happy with thier life, because they cannot achieve thier need. like what i've learned in consumer behavior, a customer will only be satisfied if his need is met. this is also applicable to our life. i guess what i want to say is that not many people are easilly satisfied. after they achieved what they need, they will set another need to fullfil. this is kinda sad because this endless circle only can make a person happy for a short moment, and in the end, it's very hard for him to achieve true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course that's not always is the case. undoubtly there are many different types of happiness, such as the process of achieving, the fruits of labor, the sence of belonging... etc... for an example, a really patriotic soldier will be very happy knowing that he has died for the country, and help protected his country. for a business man, that's just foolish talks. i guess that's why so many people argue with each other, since thier opinion of happiness is different. take another example, a teenager will want to spent more time with his other half, but his parents will sure want him to concentrate on his study. in my opinion, both are not wrong. teenager at that stage, will think that love is more important because they prefer to have stable relationship in the future, and that's what they think happiness is about. those are romantism thinking. as for parents, they prefer the teenager to study, because they think that education, stable career, and stable income is what happiness all about. those are realistic thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quote also remind me of another story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time, a poor farmer found 100 dollar on the ground, and he said:"oh thank you lord for blessing me with such large amount of treasure. now my family don;t have to worry about food for a month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, a rich business man found 100 dollar on the ground, and he said:"oh thank you lord for blessing me with this unexpected money. but i still need 3,900 dollar more to get my prada handbag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i don;t know what i;m typing anymore... that's why i don't blog so frequently... i usually need to construct what i want to say before i write, but blogging... i usually just type out what pops in my mind... well at least you have a brief idea of how my brain works.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SHZgbOU0fMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SiCyADoBQV8/s1600-h/l5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SHZgbOU0fMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SiCyADoBQV8/s320/l5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221466838800825538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-512313966244203900?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/512313966244203900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=512313966244203900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/512313966244203900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/512313966244203900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-quote-from-great-game.html' title='Great quote from a great game...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SHZgbOU0fMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SiCyADoBQV8/s72-c/l5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-3929723210368929549</id><published>2008-05-29T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:15:09.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update............</title><content type='html'>...... o.... cannot think of anything to write... really don't know last time when got so much can write.. is it because my life are getting boring? or because now got girlfriend, really busy? assignment, maybe? i don;t know.. but when i try to write an update for this blog, i can hardly think of anything o... all i can think of is gf, assignment, gf, some game, gf.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend coming lu.... have to think of some new and innovative place to go lo... sigh... ran out of idea liao... help anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, give you some nice photos that i like.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SD7I7bO7XcI/AAAAAAAAADU/zSJETXvW64A/s1600-h/chloeavatarhb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SD7I7bO7XcI/AAAAAAAAADU/zSJETXvW64A/s320/chloeavatarhb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205819142535077314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cute a? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of random post lo... next time after i upload photos from my phone i'll show u guys what my excellent gf make for me.. :) she now got holiday, so i'm expected to gain at least 10kg in this week.. and the best thing is... i cannot complaint... =.='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-3929723210368929549?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/3929723210368929549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=3929723210368929549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/3929723210368929549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/3929723210368929549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update............'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/SD7I7bO7XcI/AAAAAAAAADU/zSJETXvW64A/s72-c/chloeavatarhb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-6032963202792036942</id><published>2008-05-16T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:35:23.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction for my new blog.. :)</title><content type='html'>it's kinda ironic because i almost stop wrtting in a blog, but now i'm opening a new blog.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm opening up a new blog, which is about movies that i've watched, and books that i've read.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who know me well enough will notice that i really like to watch movie and read books (mostly comics.. =.=) recently i'm picking up habit of reading novels, and i've finished quite a number of them.. :) even my girlfriend gave me 1 as present.. :D thx dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i dunno how many of you like books, but most of you like movie right? u can get reviews of those movie from that blog, and of course i'll recomment good movies to you guys too.. :) but since i dun have special movie passes to see movie premier, i can only post movies that are alreaady on the screen or off the screen... well, if i write well enough, maybe those movie companies will give me free tickets to premier le... or newspaper ask me to write movie review column.. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't blame a guy for dreaming... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just click into my profile and you'll see the link to my new blog.. :) not yet create, but hope you guys will enjoy it.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-6032963202792036942?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/6032963202792036942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=6032963202792036942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/6032963202792036942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/6032963202792036942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2008/05/introduction-for-my-new-blog.html' title='Introduction for my new blog.. :)'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-2574389746288080418</id><published>2008-04-19T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T02:17:48.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long awaitd update!!</title><content type='html'>well, for those who STILL check our my blog, here's an update... :) nothing funny or exciting stuff, just a brief update of my life... just to let you know what happened la.. :) hope in the process i can think of something nice to write.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to write about my grandfather's death ceremony. it's very educative and special, since it's the authentic hakka ceremony... this kind of thing u can never see in the city, since it require lots of space, lengthy process, and quite noisy... if it's proceed in the city, sure kena saman gau gau. but the problem is that it's too complicating... so i'm gonna postpone it la.. no promises but i've wrote a part of it... see got feel or not lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finally had 1 failed subject... i still remember when i first started in HELP collage, my aim is to get all HD, or at least Distinction. this is because that's the requirement of Melbour U... i thought with my more mature thinking, i can score this facts and reasoning subject with two eyes closed.... but in the end... the only grades i saw in my report is c-, c, and c+.... cheh... thought can get scholarship and have a chance to study oversea... now cannot liao... so i lowered my expectation a bit... from full HD, to no fail... lol... this is because most of my friends who studied in collage and university have at least 1 fail... so if i have no fail, that prove my superiority over them... mwahahahahaah!@!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, because of my grandfather's death, i was too busy in the ceremony, i had no time to study at all... so i fainally failed consumer behavior... sigh... i thought i can score the subject... got the firs fail in my life... sigh... well, at least i have a solid reason, and they agreed to let me retake the subject as supp exam, means that if i manage to pass the final exam again, i'll get a d, instead of a fail... well, my dream of at least all c- has crushed.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe most of you kown that i have a walkie talkie looking handphone right? after a few month of heavy abuse, the phone is starting to act very weird... the signal will lost unexpectedly, camera colour adjustment went haywired, ringtone suddenly disappear... etc... scary le... i first really thought the phone was possed by ghosts.... especially after i watched 1 missed call... wa damn freaking scary le i tell you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after scolded by my gf freaking many times, due to my lateness in response to her sms and calls (girls u all know la...) due to the faulty of phone, i finally decided to buy a new, proper, normal phone.. after putting in thoughts and consideration, i've finally bought K800i :) actually i dunwant i, but the dealer only has i... so.... sigh... well, the phone, which u all should known, are good phone with strong mp3 player and even stronger camera function... all this with incredible affordable price... with my kiamsap personality of course this is my choice lo... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've used it for a while... in summary, the phone are quite overated... at least the camera shuttle reaction super slow.. i tried to capture pictures of leng lui secretly but still failed... freaking shuttle speed too freaking low!!! sigh.... but nevermind la... at least i can proudly bring this handphone out in the public.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. what else?... can't think of anything already.. =.='' next time got more interesting topic i only write la.. :) late already some more... chiaozzzz.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-2574389746288080418?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/2574389746288080418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=2574389746288080418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/2574389746288080418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/2574389746288080418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-awaitd-update.html' title='Long awaitd update!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-2543432501525530672</id><published>2008-01-27T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T04:28:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May you Rest in Peace and God has mercy on your soul</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write this post in Chinese to show my sincerity, but there's some problem with my NJStar so i have to type in english instead. not that english is inferior compare to chinese, but i can express my feeling better in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that my grandfather pass away, and i just got back from the hospital. This is a very shocking news to all of us, since 2 days ago when we visited him in the hospital, he still seems so healthy, although a little bit too skinny. he had gone back to his house in Tanjung Malim from Sentosa Hospital yesterday, and today afternoon my uncle found him unable to talk and under serious pain, and had difficulty trying to breath. that is very peculiar because one hour before my uncle discovered him, they had lunch together, and everything seems normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ambulance has delivered my grandfather to the general hospital, the doctors from the hospital refuse to treat him, and ask my uncle to bring him back instead. They said that they cannot do anything to prevent his death. furious at the doctors not even try to do anything, he called another ambulance and sent my grandfather to Sentosa Hospital in KL. all the way from Tanjung Malim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When me and my mother got the news (my grandfather is from my mother's side), we rushed to the hospital at around 7 pm. at first we never thought the situation is so dire. i even thought that my uncle might has exagerrated things, and the worst my grandfather going to has is probably stroke. that's bad too but compare to the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after we've reached the hospital and saw my grandfather lying on the bed, we know the situation is bad. very bad. he lied there on the bed, unable to breath normally, don't have the strength to speak to us or even see us, can't even hear us properly, and had to suffer excruciating pain. unable to watch anymore, we step out of the ward and let the nurses take care of him. in the mean time, all the other relatives gatherd in that small waiting area. that's when i saw many other relatives that i don't even know they exist. that's when i know that i didn't go back to Tanjung Malim and visit my grandfather enough, until i don't even know who he's hanging out. the only time i see him is before chinese new year, and had dinner together. today, i saw him again, before chinese new year. but this time, we can't have any dinner together any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn never thought i can get so upset so easilly. i thought i won't get affected by death and seperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, all of my grandfather's closest relatives hav gathered, and all of us waiting for the doctor's annouce, so we will know whether my grandfather will gonna survive for tonight or not. the dotor has instructed us to stay and wait, since there isn't much time left until the final moment. tired of waiting and doing nothing, i took out textbooks to study for the exam. halfway through the book, my mum suddenly urge me to go up to the ward and see my grandfather, because it seems that he can't make it anymore. after we rushed to his bed, we all stood there, looking at him, suffering, and trying to take in as many breath as possible before he can't breath no more. that's when i thought that its very inappropriate for us to stand there, and wait for him to die. we were like a pack of vultures, and looking at an old man dying, waiting. that's when i can't stand it anymore, and decided to walk out of the ward. my mom gave me a very good excuse to leave the ward, because he want to inform my father, who is still in China, about my grandfather's state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i've leaave the ward, everyone else also followed my steps, because it seems like my grandfather still can survive for a while longer, because they have waitied for ten minutes, and there's no changes to his situation. the nurse assured us again that if anything happened, he will let us know.  That's when i continued my study. after i have finished the whole book (around 20 minutes later), i realised that everyone was missing. thinking that they might decided to have a quick snacks while waiting, i decided to put back the book in my car. after i reach back to hospital from car park, i saw that everyone is standing outside of the hospital main entrance, and some of my cousins's eyes are red. then i knew that my grandfather has pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that moment, i'm kinda glad that i was not there, because after the first visit to his ward, i don't have the confidence that i can hold back my tear. all this time i thought i'll be cool when facing death. i might get a bit upset, and that's all. i always thought death is just another normal phase of life, which everyone must go through, so there's nothing sad about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that thought i suddenly realise that i didn't even have the chance to see my grandfather one last time. everyone was beside him when he pass away, except me. i'm the only one who was not there by his side. i... sigh... not only i was angry at my timing, i also was angry at my mom because she didn't inform me when she going back to the ward. she knew where i was. but i din't say anything. because i knew she must be more depress then me. strangely, i didn't notice any tear in her eyes at all. all the way back to home, i have to supress my tears, so i won't affect her emotion and make her cry. i don't know whether it will happen or not, but i thought i shouldn't risk it, because i won't know how to handle that situation, if my mother cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i reached home, and my mother had went into her bedroom, i can't hold back the tears anymore. i didn't cry loudly, like those acting in the movies or tv series, but few drops of tears sucessfully broke free from my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have mood to write anymore. its such an ironic that i've wrote a positive post yesterday. a few hours ago. and now... sigh... those who read this, don't mention this in front of me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-2543432501525530672?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/2543432501525530672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=2543432501525530672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/2543432501525530672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/2543432501525530672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2008/01/may-you-rest-in-peace-and-god-has-mercy.html' title='May you Rest in Peace and God has mercy on your soul'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-7010533472773649057</id><published>2008-01-26T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T02:16:43.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="508"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" background="/PartTimeLove/Images/key/box/boxL_line.gif" valign="top" width="13"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td height="100%" width="482"&gt;             &lt;table id="Panel1" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;自我型（與別不同，自成一格）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;您樂於活在邊緣，而且在人生的所有層面追求不尋常、藝術性且富含意義的事物。&lt;br /&gt; 您具有美感的洞察力，以穿著和環境來表達自我的獨特性。&lt;br /&gt; 您把焦點放在關係和感覺，所以儘管對工作抱持理想，找到理想伴侶卻是第一優先。當一份新的關係出現，或是既有的關係出問題時，工作很快的就會被暫放在一旁。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;優點：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 您對別人的受苦具有深層且天賦的同理心，會立刻拋開自己的麻煩，去支持並幫助在痛苦中的人。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;缺點：&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;您會主動追求「負面」情緒。當生命過得越來越平淡時，您會產生出一個情緒危機，如果任何人試圖跟您講道理，都只會令您變得更憤怒不悅。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;愛情：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 您傾向以「若即若離」的方式面對愛情。距離越遠，對方看起來就越完美。&lt;br /&gt; 您情緒變化範圍太廣，太強烈，再加上若即若離的習性，對於伴侶而言很難確切知道如何和您建立關係。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;您只要在交往過程中碰到一丁點難題，或是預見自己會被拒絕，您便會推開自己的伴侶。&lt;br /&gt; 「我寧可當那個先離開的人，也不要當被遺棄的人。如果我失去了掌控權，那是相當可怕的事。」&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;安定方位：&lt;a href="http://www.parttimegroup.com/PartTimeLove/Assessories/NineType/Answer.aspx?type=1" class="blue"&gt;改革型&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 在安定的狀態下您會開始有完美主義傾向，去批判自己和別人。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;壓力方位：&lt;a href="http://www.parttimegroup.com/PartTimeLove/Assessories/NineType/Answer.aspx?type=2" class="blue"&gt;付出型&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 當面對感情的壓力或情緒對抗時，您會變得痴纏，失落，抑鬱和行為反復無常。很需要吸引別人，以獲得讚許。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;建意：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 每天找些正向的事情，並加以慶賀&lt;br /&gt; 享受世俗面，去看看平凡中的不平凡&lt;br /&gt; 覺得自己特殊而正確時，在行動前先花時間考慮清楚&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;最渴望：&lt;/span&gt;能更深入的了解自己，看透人生&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;最恐懼：&lt;/span&gt;自我身份的模糊，感情世界的缺陷&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;最難達到的美德：&lt;/span&gt;平衡 (Equanimity)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;最難克服的執念：&lt;/span&gt;憂鬱 (Melancholy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up to you guys to determine true or not.. :) some are damn true... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-7010533472773649057?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/7010533472773649057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=7010533472773649057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/7010533472773649057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/7010533472773649057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2008/01/personality-test.html' title='personality test...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-8986192210565563540</id><published>2008-01-26T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T01:42:18.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE 2007, AND HELLO 2008!!!</title><content type='html'>This is the first post for this year (and the very first post since i started to stop blogging.. :) ) And finally, this is the year of mouse, and it's my year!!!! hehe... die liao you all.. don't gamble with me a... especially all of you from HELP collage... hehehe... Jordan i will win back those that i lost to you last year... as long as we don't gamble in Yong Hui's house... =.='' got phobia liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, anyone of you want to know why i stop blogging? no? well, i'm gonna explain anyway.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason of me stop blogging is that i'm very busy this year. mainly busy in social and with my girlfriend. Yup. that's right. i got girlfriend liao.. suprise leh.... i also suprise a... thought i'm gonna end my life as a monk in ShaoLin temple... =.='' And no question about my girlfriend... those who know... u can tell other la... those that do not know, ask other... i'm too shy to say anything *blush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, too many people know this blog.. at first this is suppose to be a place where my oversea friend know what me and the gang did. but recently my friend has multiplied, and i can't write anythig freely anymore.. can't rant, can't complaint... and yeah... my girlfriend is watching this blog now... feel like want to delete all the previous posts... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, as you all can tell, i had excellent 2007 year... got most of my wish came true (except for owning my own wisma... hehe...) i do hope that last year threat you guys well too.. :) if not, don't mind.. what's past has past... now concentrate in this year, and i guarantee you'll have much more luck compare to last year.. :) HAPPY 2008 EVERYONE!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-8986192210565563540?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/8986192210565563540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=8986192210565563540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/8986192210565563540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/8986192210565563540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-2007-and-hello-2008.html' title='GOODBYE 2007, AND HELLO 2008!!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-8618444588753673397</id><published>2007-10-13T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:29:19.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"wah... this blog so "palia" one???</title><content type='html'>how many of you used this word before? "palia"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came across this word from one of my research journal... out of curiousity, i've spent some time to search for it's meaning... guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word i came across is "pariah", which originated from tamil word "&lt;i&gt;paṟaiyar". &lt;/i&gt;guess what? the meaning of the word means social outcast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shows that malaysia has rojak culture... i never heard the indian use the word "pariah" before (most probably is becuase i don't understand tamil in the first place.. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool info huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, time to get back to my assignment.. just pass up my first assignment.. now my second assignment due 3 days later.. no more joking around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 whole week of no shaving.. i looks like a terrorist now (Chun W.H. "Discussion in mamak")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reference (MLA Style):&lt;br /&gt;Chun W.H. "Discussion in mamak." Pinky mamak. 13 October 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my mind has poisoned by free trade, india and china... and obviously assignment.. =.=''*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-8618444588753673397?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/8618444588753673397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=8618444588753673397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/8618444588753673397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/8618444588753673397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/10/wah-this-blog-so-palia-one.html' title='&quot;wah... this blog so &quot;palia&quot; one???'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-3933777861082768502</id><published>2007-09-03T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T19:33:25.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*whisper* " I see..... assignment...."</title><content type='html'>Well, in case you cannot get the joke, the above title was changed by me for the movie "the six sence". In case you STILL don't get it, it's the part that the boy told the dead guy *opps.. spoiler... =.=''* that he can see dead people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see dead people..." "I see assignment...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... never mind... =.='' well, this title explained why i don't update my blog since the last redang post... i was damn busy wiht my assignment... well actually busy partying... last week is when i was REALLY busy with my assignment... many of you would think that what so nice about assignment that deserve a space in a blog? well my friend, that's where you're wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks after the start of the semester (2 weeks ago), i've gotten my assignment title... those without a brain and think with his foot (which, reminds me of wai yang's funny incident.. :D) should know that i won't touch the assignment... unless i have to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, another week passed, and i only have 1 more week to complete two assignment that have the same due date... 1 is financial management, which aren't that difficult since it's calculation... another one is asia pacific business environment... tough stuff.. lots of research need to do and the lecturer keep saying that in all his life teaching this subject, only 1 get distinction... REALLY high failing rate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plan was first finish the calculation assignment first, then fully concentrate on the research paper... on wednesday, i sucessfully did 90% of the assignment... happilly, i attended the financial class, getting ready to show off and brag that i'm gonna finish the assignment soon... anyway, after the lecturer entered the lecture hall, he putdown the book and said: "class, i have an announcement. some of you might like it, some of you don't. it's about your assignment. you'll get another week of extension, and ignore the last question. it's for CSU student."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i guessed many of you wanted to ask what's wrong with the announcement? good what... got 1 week extension somemore.. but the problem is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE WASTED 3 GOD DAMN DAY TO DO THIS STUPID ASSIGNMENT LEH!!!! IF HE TOLD US EARLIER THEN I'LL HAVE 7 DAYS TO DO MY MUCH HARDER RESEARCH PAPER INSTEAD OF THIS BLOODY CALCULATION ASSIGNMENT!!!! NOW I ONLY HAVE LESS THAN 4 DAYS TO FINISH EVERYTHING????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.='' guess what? the last question that he canceled, i've wasted total of 1 full day doing all the research and find ways to do the question... bloody hell that lecturer's 1 sentence straight aways crushed my will to study on that day... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait... there's more... seems like god hate me for never pray to him... =.='' after hours of grief and sorrow, i decided to stop thinking about that and concentrate on my research... on friday, i managed to find all the research material, and finished 90% of my 2000 words assignment on friday midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the student, my beloved MS WORDS pop out a message, said that there's a problem with the temp~ file, ask me whether to save or not. unwanted to save to avoid future problem on my original file (which contained 87% of my work... i save frequently) so i chosen "no"... normal stuff right? i just have to re-write around 2-300 words only... slight delay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after MS WORDS shut down, i tried to opened my original file and... you've guess it... the original file GONE jor!!!! 85% of works!!!! DAMN SIEN YOU KNOW... =.='' after i stop hitting my head with the monitor, i've tried to search everywhere... including my ham sap folder... but nothing... =.='' frustrated, i canceled all my appointment and plans, rant and shout and kick the TV to release tension (not the computer since i haven't back up my file yet... though really tempted I am.. ) after half hour, i finally calmed down, gathered all my resources, and start to type all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... took me 1 whole day to write the whole thing out... it's less complete compare to the first essay since i put much more effort in the previous one... but it'll have to do... no more time liao... anyway, finished all my printing and compilation on suday 11:30, gave me just enough time to sleep and attend class today... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway, for those of you who are interested, remember to make me write my trip to royal london circus and szechuan spicy wok and... i forgot what happend a few weeks ago liao... i'll write when i remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.='' Adios~~ (decided to end my everything with this symbol and word starting today... :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-3933777861082768502?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/3933777861082768502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=3933777861082768502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/3933777861082768502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/3933777861082768502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/09/whisper-i-see-assignment.html' title='*whisper* &quot; I see..... assignment....&quot;'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-5920051720746116101</id><published>2007-07-28T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T04:44:32.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate myself...</title><content type='html'>reading throug shyuing's blog, made me realise i've took alot of things for granted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really appreciate my family... whenever my sister ask me question about computer stuff (the only thing i'm good at...) i always scold her for being stupid and other mean stuff... is not that i'm really meant what i've said... i'm really happy that i was finally needed for something... i'm glad that i have the chance to help her... but still.. i don't know why those mean words just came out from my mouth... i was intented to teach her nicely... i really hate the grumpy side of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still regret at wasting my parent's money in taking that stupid design course... i alwyas knew i'm not good in design... my love for game has blinded me from the truth that i really sux in art... i never listen to thier advice, and insisted that i must take that subject.... i don't even know that i force my parents to agree with me by refusing to eat anything.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really frustrated at my impatient... i hate it when i argue with my father before i let him finish talking... i hate it when i ignore my mother when she's leccturing me... i hate it when i disappointed them... i hate it when i don't meet thier expectation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i insult my friends... without thinking about the scars i've created from my unthoughtful words... i hate it when i took my hard earn friends from granted... i hate it when i'm not greeting my friends when i sees them... i hate it when i'm very impolite to my friends... i hate it when i swear loudly in public, embarassing my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY hate it when i know my problem, and yet never made any effort to try and correct them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate the egoistic side of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-5920051720746116101?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/5920051720746116101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=5920051720746116101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/5920051720746116101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/5920051720746116101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-myself.html' title='i hate myself...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-5075310841305466479</id><published>2007-07-07T02:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:15:09.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang Trip Day 1</title><content type='html'>Yup.. finally i've decided to post about my trip to Redang... so you can stop throwing stone at me for not updating liao.. =.='' recently got alot of stuff happened so really no time to blog about it... well, tomorrow i got whole day holiday, and tonight don't want to sleep so early... anyway, it's been too long since this trip so hope i don't miss out anything... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is my first post with pictures and movies!!!! REJOICE, PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, on 21st of april, we have just started our holiday... in fact, it's the first day of our holiday... =.='' study also never this enthusiastic... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we have decided to meet at the putra bus station that night, which is behind PWTC... as usual, i'm yong hui's driver, and since i can't park my car in KL for 3 days (KL parking fee... =.=''), i have asked my sister to be the driver that evening... well guess what? my lovely sister has decided to choose that particular day to forget about it.. =.='' so "half" panically, i tried to search for a taxi, but no use... all taxi driver decided to gang up and bully me.. sob... well at last, we have to ask yong hui's father to fetch us... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the trip to the station was... very "exciting"... =.='' Yong Hui's father was the traditional type of father... there WILL be no extra words coming out from his mouth... never smile... so... quite intense lah the atmosphere... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, we finally reached the station and we took a picture before go up our bus... here's the first picture in my entire blog... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro6O-j1eR2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZQcIP-79yUI/s1600-h/resize1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro6O-j1eR2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZQcIP-79yUI/s320/resize1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084158234770425698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that not much really happened since we board the bus at around 12 midnight... after some photo session in the bus, everyone prepared to sleep... some of us stayed up and talk about stuff.. many stuff... well, not that many stuff since with girls around, all we talked about are relationships and more relationships... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here's more related photo... mostly don't have me in it since it's not my camera... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Elaine + May Yoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;Yong Hui + Wan Yan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;Daniel + Leng Chai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;Phan + Chong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;Timmy + Sim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;Sim Wei + Anna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, basically this is the first day... :) see next post for second day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-5075310841305466479?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/5075310841305466479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=5075310841305466479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/5075310841305466479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/5075310841305466479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/07/redang-trip-day-1.html' title='Redang Trip Day 1'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro6O-j1eR2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZQcIP-79yUI/s72-c/resize1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-2531327275302681074</id><published>2007-07-07T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:15:11.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang Trip Day 2</title><content type='html'>After 10 HOURS of intense sleeping, we finally reach Redang... at least that's what i thought.. =.='' rupa rupa nya we still have to take boat in order to reach Redang (... like always, i've missed that minor detail.. =.='') we stop at a place and we had our breakfast there... nothing really interesting, except thier small bun damn tasty.. =.='' dun kena tipu by it's appearence... not much happened since it's only a normal breakfast... anyway, here's a movie clip and some pictures... (OMG NOW I GOT A VIDEO IN MY BLOG??!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bAWrPSoCmBQ"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bAWrPSoCmBQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;old, old building...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the breakfast, we continue to the dock, and wait for our turn to board the ship... me and daniel (my cousin) have gone to buy pairs of slippers, while the others wait and chat and took pictures... when it's our turn, we gave our tickets to the boat guy who unload our stuffs and wait for the boat to start... nothing exciting happened, except that may yoong cannot sit at the place that she wanted... which is outside of the boat... should say earlier mah... we got so many macho men... no one will dare rampas with us one... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;Anna and the boat tickets... :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/utmmFeYvAmQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/utmmFeYvAmQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCSRM8MBTWY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCSRM8MBTWY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first 3 minutes, everyone was excited at the speed of the boat and the strong wind that blew at us... after the excitement gone, people are getting annoyed at the wind that keep messing up thier hair.. =.='' nonetheless, we've enjoyed the boat ride very much.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agfter we reach the destination, baru i know the name of the resort that we're staying...&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/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro6z9T1eR3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_Y4FOqSDULs/s1600-h/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro6z9T1eR3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_Y4FOqSDULs/s320/IMG_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084198895225816946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the view in Redang is spectacular and breathtaking...&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/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro60RD1eR4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9WmHMHtpflk/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro60RD1eR4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9WmHMHtpflk/s320/IMG_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084199234528233346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as usual, there girls were excited and start abusing the digital films in the camera... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro60bD1eR5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Hhhax--cTXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro60bD1eR5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Hhhax--cTXQ/s320/IMG_0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084199406326925202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay lah... not only the girls were affected by the beuty of the scenary... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro60tD1eR6I/AAAAAAAAABE/hCcUSKSnVg0/s1600-h/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro60tD1eR6I/AAAAAAAAABE/hCcUSKSnVg0/s320/IMG_0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084199715564570530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all the "ooo" and "ahhhh" with a little bit of "wow...", our stomach also start to join in the fun and making all kinds of funny voices... =.='' so off we went to the canteen of the resort... The moment we reached the canteen, we were amazed that they've prepared the food for us... the suprise doesn't stop there... after fighting over who should sit where and finally had our first bit, we were so suprise that we can't even chew our food... damn never tought food can be so... TERRIBLE!!!! damn... if not because i have no choice, i'll swallow all the food and puke them out again just to show the chef how bad the food was... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the picture of us before we dig in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0076.jpg"&gt;the leng chai's table&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0077.jpg"&gt;...why whole table also blue color??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0079.jpg"&gt;the... any idea how to descripe this table? =.=''&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no... no picture after we eat... all also no mood to take picture.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we've just arrived, the gang decided to rest for 1 day, and start activities the next day... so we all went on and try to discover what can we do to pass time... chong and the gang found a table tennis... table, so the competition began... the girls was walking here and there, murdering films... and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0091.jpg"&gt;knowledge seeking side of wei ken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... read news paper... =.='' and here's daniel in case you want to see.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;... i wish i can take off my cloth and show off like him...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone was rejuvenated, we went for snorkelling... we've paid some small price for the goggle and life jacket, then off we go to the snorkelling spot... but sadly, i don't have any photo of us snorkelling with me now... but to tell you the truth, it's not big of a deal, since the corals are not as colourful as i thought it'll be, and the fish are too small to see... =.='' anyway, here's some photo of us... WITH LIFE JACKET!!!! don't nose bleed ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqY0okgsjiI/AAAAAAAAABM/SxF3rSsk-8U/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqY0okgsjiI/AAAAAAAAABM/SxF3rSsk-8U/s320/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090814300389150242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually that two photo was taken on another day but... what the heck... :D Well, i really want to write more to describe my first snorkelling trip, but i can't... nothing really happened... this is because the following unfortunate events has happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the secong i jumped into the water, i can't find ANY of my friend... all wearing the same colour of goggle, with similar color of life jacket... so most of the time i just float all by myself.. =.='' so cham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. for some reason water keep slip into the goggle, preventing me to even open my eyes... and i keep drinking the stupid seea water because i'm not familiar with breathing through a mouth piece... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the torturing snorkelling session, we went back to the resort to rest... chong and the gang decided to play beach soccer on the redang bay beach... having nothing to do, i've joined thier game and play as defender... slowly, the workers of the resort and other tourists has joined our game, and we've divided into two teams... i'm not bragging, but due to my performance, i've manage to stop the other team to score.. :DDD hehe.. joking lah.. but i did helped contributed in defending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 20 minutes or so, i was exhausted and decided to rest with phan... while we resting, wan yian they all came and joined us as spectators... and wan yian... i did play okay? damn good summore... anyway, after i left the team, i beginning to make all kinds of noices and unnecessary comment... lucky never get whack by those players... =.='' my team lost to the other team 4-3... i've rejoined at the last few minutes of the game, but still cannot block the winning goal... =.='' those bloody worker has so much stamina that can satisfy any girl on the bed... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the match, the girls also decided to try thier luck in penalty... chong as the goal keeper was shot by the girls mercilessly... =.='' pity him, i decided to help him out by ganti him... wan yian decided to kick the ball, try to release her tension on me...&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/_JscLmF83tPo/RqufrkgsjxI/AAAAAAAAADE/iQI0u2Q8PSg/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqufrkgsjxI/AAAAAAAAADE/iQI0u2Q8PSg/s320/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092339374556483346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Rquf10gsjyI/AAAAAAAAADM/wQS5myNc6JI/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Rquf10gsjyI/AAAAAAAAADM/wQS5myNc6JI/s320/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092339550650142498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/100_4988.jpg"&gt;result...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when the night, has come... and the land is dark... and the moon... is the only... light we'll see... we lead daniel to the beach, and he was suprised that they'll made a cake for him... :) our of sands... :D HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0103.jpg"&gt;sand cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;blazing fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, actually his not that suprise... he knew it was coming... the whole afternoon he keep asking me what to do... cause it's hard for him to act all suprise... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after blew out the candles, as always, sim wei's torturing game started... =.='' that girl really good at coming up with birthday games... this time, we're suppose to choose from a pile of "wang wang biscuits" and there's 1 that contain wasabi... well, no need me say result gua... even i also know what's going to happen... well, "suprisingly", daniel got the piece with the wasabi, and see how happy he is... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/01-1.gif"&gt;Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho... now on the the main dish (for us of course... :D) his expression when eating those wasabi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/02-1.gif"&gt;i can eat 5 bowls of rice just by looking at these pictures...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the punishment, he finally recieve his gift, which is a shirt... a pretty nice shirt in my opinion.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0159-1.jpg"&gt;congratulation... :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this fun celebration, chong took out the vodka they've bought, and the next event has begun.. :) we sat at the bar shack beside the beach, which blasting loud musics... can't remember what happened that night due to the alchohol, but i'll try my best to descript everyone's situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpJrUgsjmI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZevMYuW0h4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpJrUgsjmI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZevMYuW0h4Q/s320/IMG_0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091963337284816482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Daniel birthday boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hohoho... after first few glass of "extra special vodka", this guy was so mabuk, that he took a chair, and sit wayyyyy over the beach, alone, looking at the starry night... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sim Wei&lt;br /&gt;nothing to say.. this girl too geng... never tell us that she never had alchohol before... half glass knockeed her out liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. May Yoong&lt;br /&gt;Very special case... she's the bravest girl i've ever seen... after she mabiuk, she'll drag people out of the room to look at the lizard... what worst is that she actually talk about how cute the lizard was... :D (dun shoot me... =.='' dun believe me then go ask yong hui lah... she's the victim...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Phan, Sim&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see them drink much... keep eating cup noodles only... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. chong&lt;br /&gt;wah his the alcohol king... he can keep going and going and going... non stop... in the middle of the drinking session, we has showned us some shuffle dance move... walau damn yeng leh... this guy good looking, good dancer, good drinker, don;t smoke, filthy rich, smooth talker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me to strangle him when he's sleeping.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. yong hui, wan yian, anna, elaine&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. these girls quite familiar with alcohol liao... nothing serious happened... lucky ah.. or else i sei fo loh... sleep 1 room with them one ah... lucky that day i wore long pants to sleep... summore can tie one.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. wei ken:&lt;br /&gt;i never drunk... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for the second day... here's some photo for the drinking session... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0174-1.jpg"&gt;Phan struggling, and MYoong making fun of him (I think...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0179-1.jpg"&gt;The birthday boy...&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/22654269-2531327275302681074?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/2531327275302681074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=2531327275302681074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/2531327275302681074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/2531327275302681074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/07/redang-trip-day-2.html' title='Redang Trip Day 2'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ro6z9T1eR3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_Y4FOqSDULs/s72-c/IMG_0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-6668854281365702405</id><published>2007-07-07T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:15:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang Trip Day 3</title><content type='html'>Third day on our Redang trip... well, after all the usual activities (fight for toilet and breakfast, even though the food not that good...), we went to another famous snorkelling spot, which is the... MARINE PARK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after wearing our goggle and life jacket, off we go to that little island by bus... or is it by helicopter? i can't remember... (=.='' who am i kidding... =.='' sorry ah.. got tired of saying the word boat... ) anyway, after yesterday's snorkelling trip, the girls know what kind of interactive that they can do with the fishes... since they didn't bring any bread for this trip, they paksa daniel to beg for bread crumbs from strangers... so sad... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the girls finally got thier bread crumbs, they excitingly rush into the water, and start throwing the food all over the place... but as exciting as feeding fishes might sound, but reality will always turn out to be totally different from imagination... 1 second after they throw the crumbs, the girl's exciting look quickly turn into horrified look, and started screaming... you won't believe how fierce those fishes are... they'll bite anything that entered the water... luckily they don't have big mouth, or else we might lost a few limbs or two... =.='' i've tried to hold a piece of bread with my two finger, but those fishes was so hungry, they almost eatten my finger along with the bread!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the fishes... let's talk about the water... after all, all we can talk about snorkelling are fishes, water, and corals... =.='' most of the gang doesn't know how to swim, has gotten a tube to hold on to... by using the tube, they can go to deeper side of the sea to look at those not so beutiful corals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i was, minding my own business, laughing at other unfortunate tourists harrass by school of fishes, i heard that the girls have drifted too far away by the strong current... of course like all other guys, i wanted to act hero so i volunteered to drag them back to the beach... with my beutiful freestyle, i was able to reach them in no time (actually they are not too far from the beach... it's just that they can't fight the current...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i reached them, i pulled thier tube, and started to swim toward the shore... after a while, when i tried to catch my breath and estimate the distance between me and the shore, i was so suprise that... I NEVER MOVE AT ALL!!! damn it can you believe it?? i was still on the same spot... damn those heavy girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps... i mean strong current =.=''...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few more tries, i have lost all my breath and strength, and decided to save them the hard way.... instead of trying to swim, i decided to stand up and pull them to shore... in case you're confused, we're actually damn close to the shore... =.='' we don't dare to stand up because the sea bed was full of pointy dead corals... =.='' ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after fed up with the same corals and fishes near the shore, daniel and i decided to explore the rest of the snorkelling spot... we've dragged elaine and... i think anna.. or sim wei... to the deeper part of the sea... nothing much exxtra, except the fish was alot more bigger, and the coral was more magnificent looking... one of the coral groups look so huge, that you'll think that it's like big apartment for fishes... too bad... no photo... next time we go again i can show you.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whistle was blown, we went back to the jeti and wait for the boat to fetch us... while waiting for the boat, i've showned wan yian they all the strength of my muscle... i still don't know why they laughed when i unbuckled the life jacket by using my stomach muscle alone... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we've went back to the resort after the snorkelling session... after a quick lunch and some rest, we have to choose whether to get another snorkelling session or go for jungle tracking... after grew tired of all the salt water we've drank and fishes, we decided to go for jungle trekking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the long awaited photos... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpMEEgsjnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rmIo2KpN9L4/s1600-h/IMG_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpMEEgsjnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rmIo2KpN9L4/s320/IMG_0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091965961509834354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there we are... walking under the hot sun... we went into the forest located just behind our resort... those who jungle trekked before will know there isn't anything exciting to see, except the sweats you'll get from all the climbing and in my case, scare of liches and prepare to scream the moment i spot a lich... luckily there aren't any... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0199.jpg"&gt;sweaty ken and may yoong...&lt;/a&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/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpMqkgsjoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BvmEEuHVyg4/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpMqkgsjoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BvmEEuHVyg4/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091966622934797954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0232.jpg"&gt;anna checking me out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0233.jpg"&gt;in return i show her my mouseless muscle...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0216.jpg"&gt;yeay!! we're here!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hours of climbing and sweating, we finally reached our destination, berjaya's private beach resort... damn the beach over this side is way more whiter that the one we saw and the sea is so much clearer... totally blue color leh!!! damn cool... can see the bottom of the sea summore... but for some reason the sea over this side is lifeless... so although it's so much beutiful, but i don't really like it too much... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MPlIaj3uHM"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MPlIaj3uHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in order to reach our boat, we have to cross a float bridge... i can't stop wandering what will happend if i jump up and down when they are crossing the bridge... =.='' took me great effort to control myself... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpNE0gsjpI/AAAAAAAAACE/DOWT1vuCxfI/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpNE0gsjpI/AAAAAAAAACE/DOWT1vuCxfI/s320/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091967073906364050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFH6_trLgSo"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFH6_trLgSo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the exhausted activities, we decided to take a break and hang out at our beach... like yesterday, chong they all decided to play sports, and they've chosen volley ball.. =.='' the last time i play volley ball is with kindergarden teacher in my secondary school versus headmaster DURING inter class football match... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really wanna talk about my volley ball skill again, but wan yian did suprisingly good!!&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/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpOT0gsjqI/AAAAAAAAACM/4DOBcBjrszc/s1600-h/308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpOT0gsjqI/AAAAAAAAACM/4DOBcBjrszc/s320/308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091968431116029602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;↓ ↘ → + P = &lt;/span&gt;SHORYU KEN!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;必殺！！ 升龍拳！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like yesterday, we've drawn quite a number of people to join us... in the end, both teams looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpO6EgsjrI/AAAAAAAAACU/V_KcKk68Otw/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpO6EgsjrI/AAAAAAAAACU/V_KcKk68Otw/s320/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091969088246025906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, the whole game was dominated by other players and chong they all... daniel also played very good... me... damn good in catching balls with my face... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you guys remembered the movie that richie ren and sammy acted? i think the title is summer's mo mo char or something... anyway, i think it's not a big secret that they shoot the film in redang... in honour of film, a replica of the house in the film was made near the laguna resort, and we decided to pay the house a visit... enough talk, more photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0372.jpg"&gt;Daniel + May Yoong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0373.jpg"&gt;Chong + Sim + Daniel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0374.jpg"&gt;Chong + Timmy + Phan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;Daniel + Timmy + Ken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0376.jpg"&gt;S.H.E.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0377.jpg"&gt;S.H.E. again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0379.jpg"&gt;Anna + Sim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0382.jpg"&gt;May Yoong + Yong Hui + Wan Yian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0386.jpg"&gt;Group photo (Girls + Men)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0389.jpg"&gt;Girls group photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0391.jpg"&gt;Ken + Chong + Daniel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;F4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpPUUgsjsI/AAAAAAAAACc/FNDiEa4NmQg/s1600-h/397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpPUUgsjsI/AAAAAAAAACc/FNDiEa4NmQg/s320/397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091969539217592002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and on our way back to the resort, sim wei has spotted a F1 driver!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/IMG_0406.jpg"&gt;VROOOOOOMMMMMM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpPqUgsjtI/AAAAAAAAACk/gBe7r8_uGkE/s1600-h/413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpPqUgsjtI/AAAAAAAAACk/gBe7r8_uGkE/s320/413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091969917174714066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when we are taking a photo in front of the laguna resort, and pretend that we lived there, we saw a shiny dead bug lying on the beach... you'll be suprise how a dead bug can entertain us... after playing with it's dead body (mostly involving may yoong holding the bug and scare the shit out of every girl's pants [especially mine...]), chong has made a grave for the little bugga and we've prayed for it's safe journey to the big bug kingdom in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAnj7Nw55S4"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAnj7Nw55S4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since this is the last day of our redang trip, as usual, we decided to go and buy souvenirs... actually i didn't follow them... i think i'm taking a shower or a nap that time... =.='' anyway, after i found out that they went out without me, i asked them to teman me go again.. hoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after we were back from shopping, the gangs decided to visit the pub near laguna beach resort... yong hui and the gang went before the rest of us... this is because anna was so caught up with the "big 2" game that she won't let us leave before she win 1 round... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6oiuamJUrfI"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6oiuamJUrfI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vg9YmOjQD5g"&gt;me kena 13 fried... =.=''&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Te9G4vmFaU"&gt;my sneakyness have caused anna's only chance to win a game... :DD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after letting yong hui they all wait for at least 1 and half hours, we finally show up at that pub... actually it's a shack build beside the beach, with people dancing in a small hut... never dance with wan yian they all before, i keep insisting them to go out and dance with me, but got rejected... =.=''' looks like i'm not handsome enough for them... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpQPEgsjuI/AAAAAAAAACs/t5cPWWRCNjM/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpQPEgsjuI/AAAAAAAAACs/t5cPWWRCNjM/s320/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091970548534906594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after consuming more cup noodles, chong and gang decided to go back to thier room... well except phan, because he decided to take a walk with us around the beach... we've talked and joke alot during the walk... mostly involving sexual stuff... you can't expect anything cleaner when i got hyped up.... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after fed up of feeding those pesky mosquitoes, we decided to head back to our own room... phan joined me, wan yian, may yoong, and yong hui in a few games of Uno... this is because we wanted to watch the sun rise, and decided not to fall asleep... after thousand games of Uno (with me losing EVERY round), at around 5am, we can't keep our eyes open anymore... so we decided to give up and went back to sleep... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never play with yong hui's card anymore... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that concluded what we did on the last day of our trip... =.='' although technically that's two day's entry... since the last part happened after 12am... but don't mind the detail lah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-6668854281365702405?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/6668854281365702405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=6668854281365702405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/6668854281365702405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/6668854281365702405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/07/redang-trip-day-3.html' title='Redang Trip Day 3'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpMEEgsjnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rmIo2KpN9L4/s72-c/IMG_0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-1414750969427611926</id><published>2007-07-07T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:15:13.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang Trip Day 4</title><content type='html'>finally... almsot finish with this stupid update... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not really much happened since we are all busy preparing to leave this lovely island... well, here's a muvie clip that reflect our feeling at that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMWN47kP0fI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMWN47kP0fI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the final group photo on the island, we wave goodbye to the incredibly beutiful and funny island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpIS0gsjkI/AAAAAAAAABc/zO2iti-HVvk/s1600-h/448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpIS0gsjkI/AAAAAAAAABc/zO2iti-HVvk/s320/448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091961816866393666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also anna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpInUgsjlI/AAAAAAAAABk/eqU8XgBMf6s/s1600-h/453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpInUgsjlI/AAAAAAAAABk/eqU8XgBMf6s/s320/453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091962169053711954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. anna is not following us back to main land... and no.. we didn't purposely abandon her or forgot to buy her return ticket... we're not heartless... =.='' according to may yoong, she's going to leave the island with her friend that night... althought i thought i heard that she's going to langkawi right after our trip... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not much has happened during our trip back home... except 1 thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you spot the different?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpHmEgsjjI/AAAAAAAAABU/evE1btZ3awU/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpHmEgsjjI/AAAAAAAAABU/evE1btZ3awU/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091961048067247666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot guess leh... lol.. can you see a guy in white hat (sim)? he wore a hat when boarding the boat, and the strong wind has blown his hat into the big blue sea.. :DDD lucky i took off my hat before i board the boat.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we reach the jeti, we took a bus and went straight back to pudu station... i don't really know what happened in the bus since i slept for 10 hours straight during the ride, but according to wan yian they all, alot have happened... =.='' too bad i missed all of those... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had our dinner in yau han (aka the mall...) and the trip ends there.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISH!!!! FINALLY!!! next time i'm not gonna blog about long trip anymore.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in case you're interested, i didn't reach home after the dinner... before i get to step into the house, i was summoned by my friend and yam cha... that's when we decided to visit fraser hill... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. 1 final note... in case you never notice, did you see me in jeans most of the time? and i'm wearing the same pants for 3 days straight? that's because i only brought jeans and 1 short pants to that trip... =.='' dunno why i bring jeans to beach.... =.=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-1414750969427611926?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/1414750969427611926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=1414750969427611926&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/1414750969427611926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/1414750969427611926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='Redang Trip Day 4'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/RqpIS0gsjkI/AAAAAAAAABc/zO2iti-HVvk/s72-c/448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-4347330840001329737</id><published>2007-06-22T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T03:31:27.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh....</title><content type='html'>垂死挣扎所挥出的那一拳，只得回心碎的结果。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只能安慰自己说： “我尽力了。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Really don't want to give up... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky i know i'll get over it soon... :) After tomorrow Sammy's concert i'll blog about redang trip... to brighten up this blog again.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this time i'll keep my promise... =.=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-4347330840001329737?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/4347330840001329737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=4347330840001329737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/4347330840001329737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/4347330840001329737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/06/sigh.html' title='sigh....'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-8457122133724524660</id><published>2007-06-09T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T03:49:10.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>只在乎曾經擁有。。。嗎﹖</title><content type='html'>幾年前﹐一個剛失戀的朋友找我喝酒解愁。 幾杯為黃酒入肚後﹐他和我說﹕ 早知如此結局﹐當初就不該在一起。 當時我什麼也沒有說﹐只是靜靜的喝着我的酒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也知道擁有過才失去比不曾擁有過痛苦許多﹐但還是覺得那份痛苦是值得的。 雖然那種撕心裂肺的痛真的很難忍受﹐但那代表了那段感情真的很值得。沒有結果只是因為彼此有緣無份﹐但也曾經有過一個機會。那份痛苦也證明了他還活着﹐ 而沒得到愛情的我﹐ 真的還算在活着嗎﹖ 幾時才能有那個機會﹖ 幾時才能擁有那個證明我還活着的機會﹖ 真的連一個痛苦的機會也得不到嗎﹖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他﹐至少曾經幸福過。 至少曾經活過。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... really not good in expressing my negative thought.. =.='' especially in chinese... dunno how you guys do it... =.='' tried alot of time liao.. but i think this is the last time i do it lah... feel really not comfortable after writing negative stuff... =.=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-8457122133724524660?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/8457122133724524660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=8457122133724524660&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/8457122133724524660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/8457122133724524660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='只在乎曾經擁有。。。嗎﹖'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-7014411940252540121</id><published>2007-05-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:08:32.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraser Hill Trip!!!</title><content type='html'>YEAY!!! finally went to fraser hill... i always thought that i'm not a malaysian until i visit fraser hill... no i'm not just saying that.. it's true... 90% of the malaysian i've asked all went to fraser hill... so do you understand my logic now?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the trip was planned the minute AFTER i reach home from redang trip... =.='' my yam cha kaki friends called me out to yam cha the moment i parked my car... sigh... so cham ah... after long, tiring day of sleeping on the bus (hmm... over 12 hours straight if not mistaken...), i dun even have the chance to go in the house for 1 sec, and i have to rush to the nearest mamak store and yam cha.... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, during the yam cha session, and after i report my redang trip to them, my friends suddenly said that they have 2 days of holiday consecutively (due to labor day and wesak day), so they decided to go for a trip... since 1 of my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait... why am i refering my friend as "my friend"? sei loh joined those help friend too long liao... now i write blog like for them to see only.,.. =.='' my bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... king soong's father bought or rent (not too sure...) an unit in one of the hotel in fraser hill, so we can get free accomodation... despite warning from hing chun, i insisted that we go to fraser hill... "ALL MALAYSIAN MUST VISIT GFRASER HILL AT LEAST ONCE!!!" said ken... so at last, all agreed to go to fraser hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that meeting, we've tried our best to ajak people to join us... but failed miserably... =.='' on saturday, only five of us going... me, ks, hc, tze kuan, and hc's neighbour, siang... sigh... this gang so sad ah... always cannot find girl to join... SIGH..... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to fraser hill on monday or tuesday (... forgot what day liao... =.='' and it's only 1 week ago... =.='' =.=''). all of us went to ks's house to gather, since his the driver of the day... :D hc bought damn alot of stuff, including tons of junk foods and 1 bottle of vodka (absolute vodka peach) and 1 bottle of whisky (jack daniel... i think... =.='')... ks bought tons of cup noodle in case of land slide or whatever so we won't die of hunger... we also brought 4 tennis racquet since it seems like an excellent idea to play tennis in such high and cool environment... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems lots of stuff right? all those things and including 5 bags of clothing... summore tze kuan has bought his mahjong set... so it's a suprise when we are ready to leave, ks walk toward his puny suzuki swift... =.='' sei lah so small car butt how to fit all the stuff woh??!!! all of us have doubts, but increadibly, that small car butt can hit in all the stuff leh!! summore ngam ngam ho!! wah i damn impress leh... i would have taken the picture and let you guys see how genius they are in allocating stuff and space usage, but since both my hands have to hold onto those stuff so they won't fall out BEFORE ks close the door... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i wasted too much time liao... and the car haven't even start yet... =.='' well, to make long story short, in the end, ks started the car and we reached fraser hill in 2 hours time (+30 minutes when we decided to stop at bukit beruntung to have our breakfast...) on our way there, tze kuan who have to report his trip in the forum, has taken some photo on our trip there... a grand total of not more than 5 photo... not that he dun want to take... but there's nothing interesting to take =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tze kuan who did all the research possible, demand us to stop at the dam which was available on our climb up the fraser hill... since we've ignored most of his request to stop and take photo, we decided to stop at that spot and see what so great about that damn dam (:D wanted to say that for long time liao.. :D) anyway, tk shriek when he spoted a great lake on the climb, so we stoped and gone down car to take a look... WOW you cannot imagine how GENG it was... the calm lake... the vast greenary... the artistict dead tree branch... the heat... oh my the magnificent heat... the single MOST important element at that damn dam... the moment we step out from our moving air cond sanctuary, our palm (and whole body) started to sweat in the present of the dam... and the heat... 2 minutes later, after tk took his photo, we all rush back into the car, and praise the lord for bestow onto the human the knowledge to evolve and ultimately invented air cond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough description of the damn dam... after 30 minutes of initial D like climb, we were relieved that we finally reached our destination... well, to make my following content interesting, i have to write out our initial program... we planned to leave the house at 10am, reach at around 12pm, check in, and start playing sports (tennis, ping pong, anything...) on 2pm... we wanted to exercise in the cool weather... at 5pm we'll take a walk around fraser hill, finish our supper at 8pm, go back and start mahjong competition and drink like there's no tomorrow... and on the next day, if we can wake up, we'll exercise summore and on 12pm, we'll leave fraser hill and reach our home at around 3pm.. max... healthy schedule right.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in REALITY, we've left our house at 11pm, due to the traffic jam, and check in at 1pm... due to the tireness of the trip, we decided to rest a while, and play mahjong at the same time... after a few round, we decided to stop, and when we step out of the house, it's alraeyd 6PM!!!!!! the bloody hell mahjong tiles somehow hypnotised us and made us lost tract of the time.. =.='' sadly, we put back all our racquet, and at least walk to the nearest restaurant to exercise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 15 minutes later, we all finally reached the nearest restaurant, and was too tired to even curse at god for making us think that we're still as fit as when we're secondary... =.='' after we caught our breath, we started to order our food... ks said that once we go out, we shouldn't take care of our wallet and eat nice things, and the other agree, so all also ordered western food... me on the other hand, also agree to them, but was slaped by my own wallet, scolded me nonsense, and made me ordered a plate of fried rice.. =.='' what to do? baru came back from 1 trip, impossible to still have money for second trip lah.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 10 minutes, my food has arrived, and... well... the taste was okay... can't really give any comment of the fried rice due to the lack of meat, lack of vegetables, lack of seasoning, and lack of taste... it's not fair to pass judgement to a plate of RM7 ingredience-less fried rice, because all rice also taste the same mah... after the torture has finished, i felt so relieve.. not that i finished that plate of garbage... it's because the walk has made hc they all so hungry, that all of them are drooling while looking at me eating the garbage... :D after withstand all my taunting (pretending the rice are good and annoy them..) they confidently said that it'l be them to have the last laugh when thier delivious, expensive western food arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes passed... 20 minutes... 40 minutes... 1 hour....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... 1 hour later, they were so hungry, they can't do anything when i'm laughing and burping like hell... siang was so angry that he actually wanted to go in the kitchen and scold the cook... i calmed him down by saying that they'll at least get fresh ingredience... after countless time of complaining, they finally got thier food, and gooble all of it like there's no tomorrow... all of them don't know whether the ingredience are fresh or not... they are too hungry to even care about that... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for those who nv went to fraser hill before, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T EAT WESTERN FOOD IN FRASER HILL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the dinner, we tapau some ramli burger and again, walked back our unit... once we sat down, the mahjong competition officially began... we've played 3 player mahjong, and the winner can stay for second game and losers will be replace... none of us are familiar with this ( except me and tk... others usually played 4 player mahjong..) so after some trial and error, we started the gambling.. :D (ever wonder why most of the time when the chinese gather, gambling will be unevitable?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, siang, who play m3 player mahjong for the first time, has won 9 games consecutively.. =.='' damn beginner's luck... hc and ks cannot was slaughtered because they aren't familiar with this super fast pace of mahjong... thier luck also betrayed them... most of the time, the moment the game start, they will skipped by other player twice, and when they finally have the chance to come out a tile, another player won... so basically me, ks, and hc sit for 3 minutes and will have to give up our seat.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough mahjong talk... not many people find them interesting anyway (not when they're not the one playing... ) as you all know, fraser hill's night are as cold as genting night... we were relieved that the unit has a water heater... king soong who just lost for the third time in a row, decided to take the shower first... and i think those smart readers have guessed right... we heard a scream the moment he opened the water... after wew double checked all the fuse and switch and everything, we concluded that the stupid water heater has malfunctioned and became water cooler due to the freezing fraser night.. =.='' each of us entered, and endured the cold torture, and finally, it's my turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a lazy faggot that scare of cold, i decided to only apply some water on my head, and tipu that i've finished bathing... well it seems that my dirtyness has driven lady luck away... the moment i open the vault, one of the switch on the heater started to shake, violently, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"POP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SPLASHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the switch (which is a filter that connect to the main paip) pop out, and the water gushing out from the main pipe, and splashed directly on me!!!!!! mother fucker water heater!!!!! the moment i decided not to get too wet this kind of thing happen!!!! it's like the fire hidrant that rosak in the movie... water gushing out non stop... i screamed and sweared and screamed again, but cannot stop the water... after recover from the shock and the cold, i reach for the switch and screw the mother fucker back to the heater.. took me 10 full minutes of direct water splashing to screw back the switch... by that time it was over i was wet all over, so i just finished the bloody bath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 9 hours of gruesome competition (from 8pm till 5am morning.. =.='') all of us can't open our eyes anymore, so the competion was stop and guess what? i've won!!!! RM1 !!!! woo hoo!!!! no kidding man.. i thought i was losing at least RM5 before the game end.. luckily at the end i've managed to won 4 times consecutively and manage to cover up the loses... :D so on second day, we were so tired we've cancel everything, sleep until 11:30am (well, like usual, i'm the one who sleep until 11:30am... they've woke up at 10 something...) and we went back down the hill at 12pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in short, our fraser trip activities were:&lt;br /&gt;1. get fried at the damn dam&lt;br /&gt;2. mahjong friendly match&lt;br /&gt;3. hunger endurance competition&lt;br /&gt;4. mahjong premier league&lt;br /&gt;5. coldness endurance competition&lt;br /&gt;6. sleep........ ZZzzzZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.='' syiok leh... =.=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-7014411940252540121?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/7014411940252540121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=7014411940252540121&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/7014411940252540121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/7014411940252540121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/05/fraser-hill-trip.html' title='Fraser Hill Trip!!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-9196312856155381709</id><published>2007-05-01T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T02:38:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sneak peek of katabana's holiday!!!</title><content type='html'>well... not really "peek", since like always, there aren't any photo for you to see... so wan yian, mei yoong, yung hui, fast fast update blog ah... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the exam, i've went to pulau redang with friends from help.. :) next time i blog about it lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross your finger that i'll actually write it out... unlike my trip to china.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that trip, now i'm going to fraswer hill with secondary friends... =.='' i know i've live in malaysia for more than 23 years, i still haven't got the chance to visit that place yet... so i'm quite anticipate to go there.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip is tomorrow (well, it's today morning since i write this post after midnight...) so hope i'll back in one piece and let you guysknow how it went lah.. :) but sei loh... nv prepare camera... hope they'll bring the camera tomorrow.... =.=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-9196312856155381709?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/9196312856155381709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=9196312856155381709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/9196312856155381709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/9196312856155381709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/05/sneak-peek-of-katabanas-holiday.html' title='sneak peek of katabana&apos;s holiday!!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-2761763655544560725</id><published>2007-04-25T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:15:13.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie: Bridge to Terabithia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ri9sT0cSXmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OoknqQfzI3A/s1600-h/505240%7EBridge-To-Terabithia-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ri9sT0cSXmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OoknqQfzI3A/s320/505240%7EBridge-To-Terabithia-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057379994310958690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the exam, i've bought another book of DVDs, and the first one i saw was this movie... The reason that i chose this movie is because that my sister said its suck, and i like to save the best for last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after i watched this movie, i then realised that me and my sister's taste in movie might not be similar afterall... in my opinion, Bridge of Terabithia is one of the most touching movie that i ever saw... and you can see that from the way i write this intro... can you say "proper grammer?" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge to Terabithia is about the friendship between a boy, Jess, and his new neighbour, Leslie. Jess is a poor and shy farm boy, with great talent in drawing. Leslie is outgoing tomboy, and like to imagine (maybe one of the biggest reason why she has such great imagination is because she has no tv in her house... ). After became friend, Jess and Leslie has imagined a kingdom, Terabithia, in the woods behind their house. Every evening after school they'll play in the woods and lost in thier imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening, after came back from a muzium trip, Jess found out that Leslie was drowned when trying to reach the woods. after going through the grief and denial, he decided to build a bridge to Terabithia, and share the gift and joy he has recieved from Leslis to the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i really curse myself for not having a rich vocabulary to describe this film better... =.='' in short, this is a very touching movie, and i actually cried when Leslie's death was announced... i'm not fond of her at first, seeing that she looks kinda old for her age... but her positive attitude and joyful character has made her character lovable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, some might say that this movie sucks, but i think those who don't know how to appreciate this movie clearly doesn't get the idea behind this amazing film... yeah sister.. that's mean you!! (not that she'll read my blog anyway.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i've read the novel in the office the next day, and guess what? i have to try so hard to control those stupid sweat coming out from my eyes... =.='' dunno how to explain if my parents saw my eyes red and watery... =.='' lesson learned: don't read story with sad ending in the office... on second thought, don't read ANY story in the office... =.='' should not do other stuff while working... =.=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-2761763655544560725?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/2761763655544560725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=2761763655544560725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/2761763655544560725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/2761763655544560725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/04/movie-bridge-to-terabithia.html' title='Movie: Bridge to Terabithia'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JscLmF83tPo/Ri9sT0cSXmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OoknqQfzI3A/s72-c/505240%7EBridge-To-Terabithia-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-8793720493432142474</id><published>2007-04-03T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:22:33.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>清明时节雨纷纷， 路上行人欲断魂。。。唉。。。</title><content type='html'>Grandpa... i miss you lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you fetch me go kopitiam...&lt;br /&gt;I miss hugging your back on your bike...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the 花生饼 you bought for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it if i write anymore people will know i'm a girl... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO! WHAZZUP BRO!!!&lt;br /&gt;cheng beng is here liao.. i figure most of you sure went sapu grave liao loh? if you dun have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHAME ON YOU!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather and my great grand father not so lucky... cannot get land in nirvana... last time damn poor... so only buried in kepong... anyway, we did the usual stuff... eat breakfast, light candle... put out food... eat back the food... etc etc... This is the only time in a year that i don't joke much... and no... not because i'm scare of ghost... i'll kill anyone who dare to disrespect my family... deceased or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops... leak out my vicious side liao... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah... i tried to make this post as light as possible.... but still cannot... got some opinion on some of the mafan ritual, but dunno why after start this post... no mood liao... guess i'll just simpan those in my heart... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, rollerblade, here i come.. :) yup... now got new hobby liao... mountain climbing so last year (cannot improve mah... what to do... =.='' hand and leg not long enough to reeach anything...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-8793720493432142474?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/8793720493432142474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=8793720493432142474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/8793720493432142474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/8793720493432142474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='清明时节雨纷纷， 路上行人欲断魂。。。唉。。。'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-6415646376593548970</id><published>2007-03-27T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T05:41:45.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFGBBQ... can i be anymore lazier??</title><content type='html'>ok... here's an complete update of what i've done... with commment summore.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted Spirit Movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://haloscan.com/tb/oneyian/1724219130430039083"&gt;WYian&lt;/a&gt; - got my name... dun wait.. fast fast click!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycomfyshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/movies-after-law-midterm.html"&gt;MYoong&lt;/a&gt; - my name appear once so must click and see ah!!!!! *WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year Ang Pao Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://haloscan.com/tb/oneyian/8077282693909040617"&gt;WYian&lt;/a&gt; - This one my name appear damn alot.. must go click and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycomfyshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/chinese-new-year-visiting.html"&gt;MYoong&lt;/a&gt; - Dun have my name... but at least got picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://haloscan.com/tb/gunnerkid/5251012058829029869"&gt;GunnerKid&lt;/a&gt; - 1 picture and no intro.. =.='' but great if you miss my face.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://haloscan.com/tb/oneyian/7081494762962594992"&gt;WYian&lt;/a&gt; - Why everytime my name appear sure got "late" follow one ah?? =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycomfyshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/shoppingsteamboatyumcha.html"&gt;MYoong&lt;/a&gt; - Dun have my name again... what lah MYoong.. why avoid write my name???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sylvialsp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sylvia&lt;/a&gt; - my name pops out once or twice... about how late i am... look closer...&lt;br /&gt;            (under "saturday, march 24th")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i wonder how many more people still visit my blog... =.='' that's why i never put counter in my blog... so sad ah if the counter won't move.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i wanna put music in my blog... good ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-6415646376593548970?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/6415646376593548970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=6415646376593548970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/6415646376593548970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/6415646376593548970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/03/omfgbbq-can-i-be-anymore-lazier.html' title='OMFGBBQ... can i be anymore lazier??'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-5088828525284329525</id><published>2007-03-01T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:08:42.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINSE NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>so fast 1 year past liao... i still remember not long ago i sat in front of a pub... celebrating another new year.. with chin's family.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sorry.. that was INTERNATIONAL new year.. :P confuse liao... :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone have lots of ang pao and wishes from friends and family... i guess it's a tradition to report whatever happened during CNY here right? well i dunno you want to read or not, i still gonna write them.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, those who know me long enough, should have known that every year, in order to avoid give ang pao, will surely fly to other country... no wonder they got such a cheapskate son.. =.='' ANYWHO, lots of ang pao recieved, gambled alot (please dun call the polis... aiya even if you called you also no proof... i got study law so i know.. hahahaha!!!) well, that's all i can remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously speaking... i really dun remember much about CNY... i think it's because of all those alchohol i've drank.. =.='' bloody hing chun every two days invite all of us go his house drink... summore have to paksa me drink one.. =.='' everytime we go to his house, sure got gamble, mahjong, big 2, lots of loud laughter (mostly from me.. =.=''), and also bearing the risk of kena complain from neighbour.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, of all the gamble we've played, this is the best one... last year all of us argued alot on one very strange topic, summore almost fight liao... you know what kind of topic is that ah? the topic is... "do chicken fuck?" =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. stupid topic right? anyway, all of them keep telling me that chicken do fuck.. in fact they fuck butt to butt one... i'm the one that say chicken dun fuck... here's my assumption...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if i remember correctly, animals that lay eggs dun fuck... instead of sexual intercourse, they'll rub the semen on the egg and fertalize them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i dun like the idea of "butt vs butt" style fucking.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. hen lay eggs everyday... EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!! imagine the cock have to fuck the hen every day, with every hen in the god damn barn (really sound like "kai dou", aka chowkit belakang)... 1 farm sure won't have alot of cock, so i guessing if the cock have to fuck the hen everyday, each cock have to fuck at least 5 hens each day... 5 man!!!! sure die very young one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i REALLY dun like to imagine a chicken with dick sticking out between the leg.. =.='' too scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've bet with them, 3 glasses of vodka, whether a chicken:&lt;br /&gt;1. fuck?&lt;br /&gt;2. shoot sperm into body?&lt;br /&gt;3. forgot liao... due to the affect cause by the above 2 glass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... i lose gau gau... we've did a fast search on google... guess what? chicken DO fuck... here's how i lost my ground...&lt;br /&gt;1. chicken fuck... i even saw the picture of a turkey riding on another turkey... and we know what that mean... the first thing i saw on that bloody site was that picture, and from that second, i knew that i cannot escape fromt hat 3 glass liao.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. hen have lots of eggs in them, so the cock just have to fuck 1 time to fertilize the eggs... the hen will lay the eggs 1 at a time (day), and the rest simpan in her stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i still have no chance to see a cock's dick (wah... sound so strange...) anyway, i lost, they won, everyone happy happy... except me.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i'll update the ang pao trip that me and HELP's friend organized.. if i feel like it.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-5088828525284329525?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/5088828525284329525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=5088828525284329525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/5088828525284329525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/5088828525284329525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-chinse-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHINSE NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116993362071806454</id><published>2007-01-28T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T05:45:36.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATION!!! (did i spell corretly?)</title><content type='html'>yup... 2 of my high school friend was married yesterday... such busy day.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt; ok for those of you who cannot attend the wedding, here's what happened yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. before the wedding day &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(on friday)&lt;/span&gt;, all the guys gathered at steven's house to eat and plan tomorrow's trip &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(...for the XXtimes... since steven, who claimed NOT nervous, keep double and triple confirm everything...)&lt;/span&gt; nothing big really happened, except that most of those we never thought will see again has appeared... that include Chee Hong &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(remember him?)&lt;/span&gt;... i was so suprise to see him, and more suprising that i still remember his name??!! never thought i still remember that guy's name after so many years... so after all the chit chat and such, we went back home, and prepare for the big day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. at 6:30, i have to drag myself from the bed after "snoozed" the alarm clock for more than 10 times, and drove my father's car &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(CLK)&lt;/span&gt; to Steven's house... actually we'll leave at 8:15, but incase anything unexpected happened, we gave ourself 1 and half hours more... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after all the people gathered in steven's hosue &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(some of us had breakfast at his house)&lt;/span&gt;, we left at 8:30 to lay sye's house.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; i for got who driving what cars, but we attracted alot of attention from the street... cannot blame them loh... when they saw a whole row of cars that ranged form minimum 100k to 300k, and mostly new cars, sure look lah... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a small accident happened on the way to lay sye's house... i realised that most other malaysians with other religion/culture &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(*coughmalayscough*)&lt;/span&gt;, all also purposely cut in between our line... one of them even emergency break infront of hing chun's new BMW 5 series... luckilly for him, his car damn new, so the break damn geng, successfully stoped the car, and merely kiss that bloody van's smelly butt... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt; but unlucky for him, kim ann who following his car, doesn't has that kind of advantage, and *BANG!!... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all stoped somewhere outside lay sye's house and inspected the cars &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(no... that van driver never stop... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt; if i were hing chun, i'll ram that van so that bloody driver cannot run away... then i'll call all the brothers use all our &gt;100k cars to surround that van, paksa him pay us money...)&lt;/span&gt; no serious damage, but kim ann's car's bayonet senget liao, and hing chun's bumper sensor damaged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. we'll just skip those unhappy part and let's go straight to the fun part... when we got near of lay sye's house, we started to press our horn like no tommorow, drawing all the attention form the neighbourhood, and park right in the middle of the street... damn cool leh... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; now for those sisters who are suppose to stop us at the gate, this is suppose to be the fun part, where they'll try thier best to touture the guys, AND getting money from all the SM and punishment &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(so unfair... =.='')&lt;/span&gt; well lucky for us, we don't have much time to play.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we reached the gate, the first thing the girl want is... MONEY!!!! well, it's nothing new so steven gave those bloodsucking girl 1 angpao... which contain RM1... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.='''&lt;/span&gt; no comment there... the girls made a fuss out of this, and demand more MONEY!!!!! steven who came prepared, gave them another angpao... wich contain RM5... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt; before the girls can complain, the "Dai Kam Je" interupted and ask the girl to open the door, since there isn't anymore time to play games... unwillingly, they opened the gate,... steven who saw them so cooperate, decided to gave them the last angpao, which contained.... RM i-dunno... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt; never ask him how much the 3rd angpao got... after the girls got the angpao, they stoped us from advancing, and asked for steven's hand phone... walau new idea??? from them?? i must say that i'm impress... never see that coming... never the less we gave them the phone, and see what kind of trick they are trying to pull... after wait for 1 minuit, they gave us the phone back, along with some paper... which contain the song lyrics of "明天你要嫁給我".. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt; awkwardly, steven &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(who dunno this song)&lt;/span&gt; sang along with the hi-fi into the phone, which they dialled into lay sye's room... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; after satisfied with the song, they finally let us into the living room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after got in there, steven prayed to the gods and ancesters, and wanted to go up and get lay sye... as always, the girls are blocking the stairway with their *ahem huge body, and asked us to do 30 pumping &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(bumping? dunno how to spell..)&lt;/span&gt;... after some discussion within the guys, me and fang shyuan "volunteered" to do 15 times each &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(damn non of them want to do it.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt; and i'm the weakest guy in the group...)&lt;/span&gt; anyway, we finally got the permission to go up the stairs, and some small resistence from the sisters in the room, steven finally got to meet lay sye... too bad i cannot upload the photo... lay sye look so damn incredible leh... no wonder people keep saying girls who falling in love is the most beutiful one.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; well i guess pei shan or bee yam will upload the photo sooner or later, so be patient.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. after picking lay sye from the house, we went to lay sye's other house to meet her relative, so steven can meet them all, collect angpaos and serve them tea... as steven's best man, i was suppose to stand behind him and help steven keep the angpao, but he never give them to me, so during that 1 hour of tea serving, angpao collecting provess, i have to stand there, do nothing.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt; well, nothing really special happened there, and we went straight to church after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. after we arrived at the church, signed in the guess book, and the wedding has officially begun... i can't describe the process so well but look at the point below, some imagination and scene from hollywood movies and you'll can't go wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the wedding theme "blast" from the piano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the young Frodo walk into the church slooooowly &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(the ring bearer... he's the kind who suppose to bring in the ring, and wan yan, i'm sure you'll scream "SO CUTE!!!!!" and squeeze his cheek when you saw him... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-two flower girls followed him, which also followed by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the bride, lay sye, in her gown, accompany by her father, walking into the church, up the aisle, in way much slower pace than frodo, so that everyone, with anything that can capture this moment &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(handphones, cameras, dv cams, sketch books, canvas... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-after a very long walk &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(in a not very big church)&lt;/span&gt;, lay sye arrived beside steven, and we all facing the pastor... for whole 10 minutes, that pastor keep talking and talking, the same old stuff from hollywood movies &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(which has reduced ALOT of lines)&lt;/span&gt;, and before i got a food cramp from excessive standing, the pastor finally finished his speach, and i took the rings from little frodo &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(who REALLY tired of holding those rings)&lt;/span&gt; pass to pastor, who gave to steven and laysye, and said those words that all women dreamt about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you, Lee Cheng Kong, willing to marry Soo Lay Sye, as your blah blah blah blah, and blah blah blah blah blah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you, Soo Lay Sye, willing to marry Lee Cheng Kong, as your blah blah blah blah, and blah blah blah blah blah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"by the power invest in me by God, i now pronounce you, man and wife. you may exchange the ring..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. with my span of attention and memory, i cannot remember most of the speach, and all the above except "i do", are mostly made up by me... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after exchanged the rings, steven lifted lay sye's veil, and kissed her on the cheek... huh? no passionate french wet kiss ah? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt; at this moment, the whole church full with whistles, claps, woofing, and every noice that a human can make in a church... after the ceremony, we were asked to be sitted to hear the preaching from the pastor... i won't give more detail here because it's so boring, even the other pastors fall asleep behind the speech giving pastor.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.='''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after endured the most boring part of the day, steven and lay sye walked down the aisle, with me and the bride's maid following them, followed by the flower girls and frodo... the brothers &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(that will take angpao from steven)&lt;/span&gt; did thier part of job, found some squirt gun that spray bubbles, pumped thier finger on the trigger frantically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, after all this, we took lots and lots of pictures together, and went down to have our lunch... lots of chit chat and such, and at 2 pm, we have to go back to steven's house so that he can get more ang paos from his relatives and serve teas to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if you're almos falled asleep reading the blog, i'll assure you, i'm almost finish.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; we went to steven's house, go in, serve teas, collect ang pao, take photo, and all the brothers and sisters went back to thier home.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you i'm gonna finish soon.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. this is the extra party after the wedding... a few hours after we went home &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(8pm)&lt;/span&gt;, some of us gathered in steven's house to eat dinner... kinda like thank you party throwed for the brothers, although only 5 of us showed up.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt; anyway, that's all that i can report from steven and laysye's wedding, so go see other's blog if you want more info, and audrey, dai sei for missing out all the fun.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; who asked you to go back australia so soon.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last, congratulation to Laysye and Steven!!! fast fast born whole nest of babies ah.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; too bad we cannot get ang pao from them on CNY... according to those aunty and ah po, they don't have to give to those who are same age with them one.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116993362071806454?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116993362071806454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116993362071806454&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116993362071806454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116993362071806454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/01/congratulation-did-i-spell-corretly.html' title='CONGRATULATION!!! (did i spell corretly?)'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116911418825943767</id><published>2007-01-18T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:56:28.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of a great year...</title><content type='html'>one of the new year tradition is to have new year resolution/revolution/re-whatever-tion (forgot what word..=.='') i started to write blog on last year february, and of all the things i said i wanted to do, i've finally managed to accomplish 1 objective, that is to learn rock climbing.. :) so to strengthen my determination, i'll list out things i want to improve this year.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. improve my rock climbing skill&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan to lose to king soong again and again...=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. learn basic of tennis&lt;br /&gt;have to ask the damansara country club and see got couch or not.. at leas hing chun also want to join... but i'm really sucks in ball involved sports.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. reduce my gaming time and increase yam cha time&lt;br /&gt;... this is gonna be the hardest improvement for me.. =.='' cannot promise anything but i'll try my best... at least yesterday i've cut down some gaming time by go out yam cha with lai wan and wei yeng...=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't really promise the other stuff because i dun think i can do it... those things are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. stop giving up so easilly...&lt;br /&gt;i give up easilly... period... the most attempt i will try is once, and if i fail, i'll give up... some time i dun even dare to try... but i dun i can do it, but i'll definately try... but it's hard.. you can see it in this paragraph that i'm starting to give up..=.='' if i'm able to overcome this then i can definately kau more lui.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. learn cooking...&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan starve to death after my parent past away...=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 5 things..=.=''' but if i can over come any of the last two thing it'll be a great achievement for this year... yup.. cannot give up hope... must ganbate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOGOGO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116911418825943767?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116911418825943767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116911418825943767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116911418825943767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116911418825943767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/01/beginning-of-great-year.html' title='Beginning of a great year...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116872922252713808</id><published>2007-01-14T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T07:09:18.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The universe greatest mystery: What is LOVE?</title><content type='html'>love, seems so simple, yet it's veery complicated... some people understand the game fairly easily, and yet some of them, like me, have no idea of what love is, even it smack me in the face and shove it's foot my my ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never understand love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, first thing first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, in order to love someone, you have to understand that person first... if you don't understand the person you "want to love", how are you suppose to know that you're really love that person or just merely "attracted" to that person? it really puzzle me when so many couple broke up, just because that they are not meant for each other... but don't they know that person BEFORE they devote thier love to each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't really know... how can two person, who don't know much about the other person, can have the idea of "let's get together to know each other better", and seperated after found out they are not meant for each other? why can't they be friend for a while, after confirm that person is what he's looking for, THEN have a serious realtionship together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm more conservative then i think i am... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not the only point in love that i don't understand... but since i just came back from karaoke, and now is 7am, i can't really think of anything except my pillow and bed... so i'll sleep first, and see if i can dig up anymore thing to write after i wake up... Zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116872922252713808?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116872922252713808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116872922252713808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116872922252713808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116872922252713808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/01/universe-greatest-mystery-what-is-love.html' title='The universe greatest mystery: What is LOVE?'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116810988552186513</id><published>2007-01-07T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:58:05.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lady or the tiger?</title><content type='html'>This is a short story that i found a few days ago... by Frank Stockton and article copied from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant fancy, and, withal, of an authority so irresistible that, at his will, he turned his varied fancies into facts. He was greatly given to self-communing, and, when he and himself agreed upon anything, the thing was done. When every member of his domestic and political systems moved smoothly in its appointed course, his nature was bland and genial; but, whenever there was a little hitch, and some of his orbs got out of their orbits, he was blander and more genial still, for nothing pleased him so much as to make the crooked straight and crush down uneven places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      Among the borrowed notions by which his barbarism had become semified was that of the public arena, in which, by exhibitions of manly and beastly valor, the minds of his subjects were refined and cultured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      But even here the exuberant and barbaric fancy asserted itself. The arena of the king was built, not to give the people an opportunity of hearing the rhapsodies of dying gladiators, nor to enable them to view the inevitable conclusion of a conflict between religious opinions and hungry jaws, but for purposes far better adapted to widen and develop the mental energies of the people. This vast amphitheater, with its encircling galleries, its mysterious vaults, and its unseen passages, was an agent of poetic justice, in which crime was punished, or virtue rewarded, by the decrees of an impartial and incorruptible chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      When a subject was accused of a crime of sufficient importance to interest the king, public notice was given that on an appointed day the fate of the accused person would be decided in the king's arena, a structure which well deserved its name, for, although its form and plan were borrowed from afar, its purpose emanated solely from the brain of this man, who, every barleycorn a king, knew no tradition to which he owed more allegiance than pleased his fancy, and who ingrafted on every adopted form of human thought and action the rich growth of his barbaric idealism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      When all the people had assembled in the galleries, and the king, surrounded by his court, sat high up on his throne of royal state on one side of the arena, he gave a signal, a door beneath him opened, and the accused subject stepped out into the amphitheater. Directly opposite him, on the other side of the enclosed space, were two doors, exactly alike and side by side. It was the duty and the privilege of the person on trial to walk directly to these doors and open one of them. He could open either door he pleased; he was subject to no guidance or influence but that of the aforementioned impartial and incorruptible chance. If he opened the one, there came out of it a hungry tiger, the fiercest and most cruel that could be procured, which immediately sprang upon him and tore him to pieces as a punishment for his guilt. The moment that the case of the criminal was thus decided, doleful iron bells were clanged, great wails went up from the hired mourners posted on the outer rim of the arena, and the vast audience, with bowed heads and downcast hearts, wended slowly their homeward way, mourning greatly that one so young and fair, or so old and respected, should have merited so dire a fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#2"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But, if the accused person opened the other door, there came forth from it a lady, the most suitable to his years and station that his majesty could select among his fair subjects, and to this lady he was immediately married, as a reward of his innocence. It mattered not that he might already possess a wife and family, or that his affections might be engaged upon an object of his own selection; the king allowed no such subordinate arrangements to interfere with his great scheme of retribution and reward. The exercises, as in the other instance, took place immediately, and in the arena. Another door opened beneath the king, and a priest, followed by a band of choristers, and dancing maidens blowing joyous airs on golden horns and treading an epithalamic measure, advanced to where the pair stood, side by side, and the wedding was promptly and cheerily solemnized. Then the gay brass bells rang forth their merry peals, the people shouted glad hurrahs, and the innocent man, preceded by children strewing flowers on his path, led his bride to his home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      This was the king's semi-barbaric method of administering justice. Its perfect fairness is obvious. The criminal could not know out of which door would come the lady; he opened either he pleased, without having the slightest idea whether, in the next instant, he was to be devoured or married. On some occasions the tiger came out of one door, and on some out of the other. The decisions of this tribunal were not only fair, they were positively determinate: the accused person was instantly punished if he found himself guilty, and, if innocent, he was rewarded on the spot, whether he liked it or not. There was no escape from the judgments of the king's arena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      The institution was a very popular one. When the people gathered together on one of the great trial days, they never knew whether they were to witness a bloody slaughter or a hilarious wedding. This element of uncertainty lent an interest to the occasion which it could not otherwise have attained. Thus, the masses were entertained and pleased, and the thinking part of the community could bring no charge of unfairness against this plan, for did not the accused person have the whole matter in his own hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#3"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This semi-barbaric king had a daughter as blooming as his most florid fancies, and with a soul as fervent and imperious as his own. As is usual in such cases, she was the apple of his eye, and was loved by him above all humanity. Among his courtiers was a young man of that fineness of blood and lowness of station common to the conventional heroes of romance who love royal maidens. This royal maiden was well satisfied with her lover, for he was handsome and brave to a degree unsurpassed in all this kingdom, and she loved him with an ardor that had enough of barbarism in it to make it exceedingly warm and strong. This love affair moved on happily for many months, until one day the king happened to discover its existence. He did not hesitate nor waver in regard to his duty in the premises. The youth was immediately cast into prison, and a day was appointed for his trial in the king's arena. This, of course, was an especially important occasion, and his majesty, as well as all the people, was greatly interested in the workings and development of this trial. Never before had such a case occurred; never before had a subject dared to love the daughter of the king. In after years such things became commonplace enough, but then they were in no slight degree novel and startling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      The tiger-cages of the kingdom were searched for the most savage and relentless beasts, from which the fiercest monster might be selected for the arena; and the ranks of maiden youth and beauty throughout the land were carefully surveyed by competent judges in order that the young man might have a fitting bride in case fate did not determine for him a different destiny. Of course, everybody knew that the deed with which the accused was charged had been done. He had loved the princess, and neither he, she, nor any one else, thought of denying the fact; but the king would not think of allowing any fact of this kind to interfere with the workings of the tribunal, in which he took such great delight and satisfaction. No matter how the affair turned out, the youth would be disposed of, and the king would take an aesthetic pleasure in watching the course of events, which would determine whether or not the young man had done wrong in allowing himself to love the princess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#4"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The appointed day arrived. From far and near the people gathered, and thronged the great galleries of the arena, and crowds, unable to gain admittance, massed themselves against its outside walls. The king and his court were in their places, opposite the twin doors, those fateful portals, so terrible in their similarity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      All was ready. The signal was given. A door beneath the royal party opened, and the lover of the princess walked into the arena. Tall, beautiful, fair, his appearance was greeted with a low hum of admiration and anxiety. Half the audience had not known so grand a youth had lived among them. No wonder the princess loved him! What a terrible thing for him to be there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      As the youth advanced into the arena he turned, as the custom was, to bow to the king, but he did not think at all of that royal personage. His eyes were fixed upon the princess, who sat to the right of her father. Had it not been for the moiety of barbarism in her nature it is probable that lady would not have been there, but her intense and fervid soul would not allow her to be absent on an occasion in which she was so terribly interested. From the moment that the decree had gone forth that her lover should decide his fate in the king's arena, she had thought of nothing, night or day, but this great event and the various subjects connected with it. Possessed of more power, influence, and force of character than any one who had ever before been interested in such a case, she had done what no other person had done - she had possessed herself of the secret of the doors. She knew in which of the two rooms, that lay behind those doors, stood the cage of the tiger, with its open front, and in which waited the lady. Through these thick doors, heavily curtained with skins on the inside, it was impossible that any noise or suggestion should come from within to the person who should approach to raise the latch of one of them. But gold, and the power of a woman's will, had brought the secret to the princess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      And not only did she know in which room stood the lady ready to emerge, all blushing and radiant, should her door be opened, but she knew who the lady was. It was one of the fairest and loveliest of the damsels of the court who had been selected as the reward of the accused youth, should he be proved innocent of the crime of aspiring to one so far above him; and the princess hated her. Often had she seen, or imagined that she had seen, this fair creature throwing glances of admiration upon the person of her lover, and sometimes she thought these glances were perceived, and even returned. Now and then she had seen them talking together; it was but for a moment or two, but much can be said in a brief space; it may have been on most unimportant topics, but how could she know that? The girl was lovely, but she had dared to raise her eyes to the loved one of the princess; and, with all the intensity of the savage blood transmitted to her through long lines of wholly barbaric ancestors, she hated the woman who blushed and trembled behind that silent door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#5"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml#6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;When her lover turned and looked at her, and his eye met hers as she sat there, paler and whiter than any one in the vast ocean of anxious faces about her, he saw, by that power of quick perception which is given to those whose souls are one, that she knew behind which door crouched the tiger, and behind which stood the lady. He had expected her to know it. He understood her nature, and his soul was assured that she would never rest until she had made plain to herself this thing, hidden to all other lookers-on, even to the king. The only hope for the youth in which there was any element of certainty was based upon the success of the princess in discovering this mystery; and the moment he looked upon her, he saw she had succeeded, as in his soul he knew she would succeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      Then it was that his quick and anxious glance asked the question: "Which?" It was as plain to her as if he shouted it from where he stood. There was not an instant to be lost. The question was asked in a flash; it must be answered in another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      Her right arm lay on the cushioned parapet before her. She raised her hand, and made a slight, quick movement toward the right. No one but her lover saw her. Every eye but his was fixed on the man in the arena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      He turned, and with a firm and rapid step he walked across the empty space. Every heart stopped beating, every breath was held, every eye was fixed immovably upon that man. Without the slightest hesitation, he went to the door on the right, and opened it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      Now, the point of the story is this: Did the tiger come out of that door, or did the lady ?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      The more we reflect upon this question, the harder it is to answer. It involves a study of the human heart which leads us through devious mazes of passion, out of which it is difficult to find our way. Think of it, fair reader, not as if the decision of the question depended upon yourself, but upon that hot-blooded, semi-barbaric princess, her soul at a white heat beneath the combined fires of despair and jealousy. She had lost him, but who should have him? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished? i didn't include the ending here... i like you to tell me what you think after you read this story.. :) too long and you skipped those? nevermind... find one day, read it, then tell me.. :) it's a great story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i myself don't really like the ending... i think by taken away the ending, it leaves more space for you to ponder the decision that the princess will make, the struggle, the conflict, the love, the hate and all sorts of emotion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you really want to know the ending, just visit the site given above... scroll to the end of the page, and you'll see the ending... but believe me... it's more satisfying when you don't know the ending... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eastoftheweb.com/cgi-bin/read_db.pl?search_field=author_id&amp;search_for=FrankStockton&amp;amp;order_by=author_id,title&amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116810988552186513?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116810988552186513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116810988552186513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116810988552186513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116810988552186513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/01/lady-or-tiger.html' title='The lady or the tiger?'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116801740446613925</id><published>2007-01-05T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:16:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>yeay!!! 2007 is here!!! i should have post on 1st of january, but i'm kinda busy, and not to mention lazy...=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, how you guys celebrate the new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i dun really have any plan for that day, then hing chun called me on the afternoon, reminded me that i've promised chin to celebrate with him, since he got a hotel room in KL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and HC drove to KL that night (31th of December) at 9 pm, and what suprised us is that ther's no traffic in KL... this "good luck" really messed up our plan, since we though we'll arrive at the hotel at 10 or 11 o'clock... now we have 3 hours of spare time until the count down...=.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we met up with chin, and found out that us and fang shyuan is the only bestarian =.=''' damn i thought this is a huge bestari gathering or something...=.=''' what REALLY suprised me is that chin is with his family and they are joining us for the count down!! omg this is the first time i celebrate with friend's family... to tell you the truth i was kinda disappointed because we thought we're going to club or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we met up, me and hc decided to eat our dinner first, then we went back to chin's hotel, hoping the night will turn better... we were told that chin's father is waiting for us in a bar opposite of loft, so we headed there, and ordered some beer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first we were kinda shy, nv look at chin's parents eyes, and we sit quite far apart... talk about awkwardness... then after a few class of heineken (well, in my case, 1 glass... ) then we started to get a bit high, and at least won't feel so awkward anymore.. we've chated and we laugh, mostly about my experience in clubs (the urine test and other quite embarassing stuff)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few jugs of heineken, we stated to hear people in clubs counting down loudly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"10! 9! 8!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unintentionally, we looked at our watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"11.55pm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh? what the hell??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5! 4! 3!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"argg.. dun care lah!!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!" *all shout and whistle together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the noise started to settle down, another club goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"10! 9! 8!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh? what the hell??? count down twice in 1 year ah???"&lt;br /&gt;"aiya dun care lah!! count and shout only!!! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the excitement, we drank and drank again... unexpectedly, the bar waiters gave us a box of gift... after open the gift box, we found out that those are the whistles and blow horn and stuff... damn the bar owner... after count down baru give...=.=''' anyway, all also half drunked, we play with those gift loudly, and suprisingly, we didn;t get beat up by other people for making noises... instead, those ah-mo-mia beside our table join in our litle "parade"... :D best fun i had since last year, which was a few minutes ago.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the crowd started to go back, we also head back to the hotel room (chin's parent went home after the count down), and back into the warm hug of bacardi and vodka... at the end of the night,  fang shyuan dunk until like dunno what, keep swearing for no reason... chin rush into the toilet right after we reach the hotel, and happily transfered lots of "fluid" into the toilet bowl... chin's brothers are also groggy after a few heineken, accidentally broke a glass (or two... =.='' can't concentrate with beers in my hand...=.='') anyway, we all slept at 4... or 5 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest are history... we woke up, ate breakfast, and went home... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116801740446613925?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116801740446613925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116801740446613925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116801740446613925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116801740446613925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116702898132326043</id><published>2006-12-25T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:43:01.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiggling balls, jiggling balls, jigle all the way....</title><content type='html'>Ho, Ho, Ho... Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you guys did on christmas? clubbing? countdown? party? getting drunk? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i asked my friend 1 question...&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yo people, do anyone of you know why we celebrate christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;GuyA: "Bloody stupid lah you... what? so fast drunk liao ah?? christmas of course because of Jesus's ressurection lah!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "... No lah... can't believe still got people confuse... it's his birthday lah... Easter is his ressurection day..."&lt;br /&gt;Other: "... oh yeah woh..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Dmanlah you guys... it's people's birthday leh... it's like you go to people's party not knowing who's birthday it is... over lah you all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it stuck me... i quickly sented people i know a greeting message that i just made up... reminding them don't overdo the partying and forgot to wish Jesus happy birthday.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe those non-christian might say that they don't have to do it because they re not christian, but still, like i said before, you're celebrating other people's birthday, and yet you refuse to even say "happy birthday jesus" in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no.. i'm not a christian... it just suddenly struck me... since christmas is a national holiday, it';s a fact that if not all, most of malaysia is celebrating it... all of them walk around, wish other people merry christmas, recieving gifts from friends, and yet none of the wishes or presents have given to jesus, the birthday boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feel kinda sorry for that guy... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, JESUS, AND MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF THOSE WHO ARE BREATHING OUT THERE... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116702898132326043?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116702898132326043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116702898132326043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116702898132326043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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of the blue, he suddenly told me that he's getting married... i cannot find anyword that can illustrate my suprise... anyway, he asked me to become his "Heng Dai", so i gladly accept it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: for those of you who don't know, heng dai is the shield of the groom, and we have to endure all the punishment given by the "ji mui" (the bride side's girl friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the next day, a whole big group of us gathered in mcdonald, and sucessfully occupied the top floor (which usually researved for those birthday kids). we've told him what kind of cars we're going to drive and how many person we're going attend the party... after the discussion, as usual, steven and laysye went home early... at first the rest of us decided to split too, but we saw bee yam is heading our way, so we decided to stay for a while longer and chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all there is to report about our gathering regarding steven's marriage.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, me and kingsoong finally decided to attend that rock climbing course in 1-U... after almost 1 year of "planning", i finally know how to... not fall from the rock.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we gathered in front of the camp 5 entrance at 4:15, after fill in the form, wait for half more hour, finally our trainer appear... first lesson is to know the use of equipment... we were all nodding when the trainer explain to us, but not because we understand it, it's because after half days of work and no rest, we were all very tired, and controlling ourselve not to suddenly fall asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after all the boring theory part, we move on to the more practical part... still no climbing yet, and we have to learn how to die a rope and learn how to belay... belay is the action when you control the rope so the climber won't fall and die on the spot... anyway, in rock climbing, belaying is the msot important part, so we took almost 1 hour just to learn belay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after half hour of waiting, half hour of doozing, and 1 hour of belaying, we finally get to touch that "fake"rock wall... after the first attempt, i finally realize that in rock climbing, the most challenging part is to trust your belayer (the guy who doing the belaying)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this: on the peak of the wall (not that hard IF you simply climb and not following rules), you have to get dwon from the wall, and it's impossible to climb back down... so what to do? well, first step is to let go of the rope... easy right? well wait until you're 2 floors up from the floor, with no cution to save you, and the only thing that seperate you and the floor is 1 single rope, that is controlled by your buddy belayer which have to support all your weight until you're safe on the ground again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, all those words just conclude 1 thing... in rock climbing, the scariest part is to come down... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after alot of practice, me and king soong got the hang of the game, and at the end of the course, guess what? we have to take a test... not climbing test, but a writing test... =.='' well at least the questions are very easy... after the test, we were presented a certificate... yeay... more cert for me to show when i go interview... =.=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116600919199372869?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116600919199372869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116600919199372869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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shouldn't let that hair stylist talk me into it... =.='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116576269754957940?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116576269754957940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116576269754957940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116576269754957940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116576269754957940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-hair-cut.html' title='new hair cut...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116559794109760652</id><published>2006-12-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:12:21.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning around...</title><content type='html'>today yam cha with some of the secondary friend... suddenly realise that unlike all of them, who are pursuing thier dream and living thier life, i'm actually running in circle, never advance at all since secondary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly realise that i never even dare to imagine myself after 10 years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116551298825694232</id><published>2006-12-08T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T01:36:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Earth"lings?</title><content type='html'>have you ever think that we, human, are actually from outer space? there's alot of human characteristic that are not same with other animals, or creature that's around us... here's a famous example from a famous movie, matrix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agent smith said to morpheus in one of the sene (not exact quotation...), that human are like virus... unlike other creature, that protect the land that they live in, we human, destroy everything where ever we go... we cut trees, polute, kill, burn the nature... most of the time the reason we destroy nature not for survival...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at other creature... most damaging stuff they can do is uproot 1 or 2 trees... they don't kill for pleasure... they kill for survival... they never do anything that can damage the environment seriously... see how good they lived, and how healthy the world is before human learn to walk on both legs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you remember some secondary science because my next point is from one of that chapter... remember the pyramid graph, the one that show us, the higher level of pyramid, the less quantity of that animal? for example, the lowest position on the pyramid graph is rabbits, with the largest populatin in a place, and eagle, as the predator, sit on top of the pyramid graph, with the lowest population... this shows the balance of an environment... enough for science teaching... let's look at human population... we human DOMINATE all animals (especially chinese, since we practically eat EVERYTHING)... and yet we still have very, very, VERY large population in an area... this is so imba... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing that difrentiate us and other creature on earth... i really agree to what that killer from "saw" said... we human are really strange... compare to animal, we have amizingly low survival instinct... we tend to afraid to alot of things, such as pain, and we rather choose death instead... since we talking about death, have you ever wonder why all ghosts also in human form?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in some of the major religion, human are made by god... and they used thier own image as model to made us... so we look "kinda" like god... and we can conclude that god are not from earth, so is it reasonable to conclude that we are not "earthling" too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... actually this is not i wanted to say ... actually i wanna talk about relationship and responsibility one... but this intro too long liao and i dun like long posts so next time wrie part 2 lah... sigh... can't believe i off topic again... =.='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116551298825694232?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116551298825694232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116551298825694232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116551298825694232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116551298825694232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/12/earthlings.html' title='&quot;Earth&quot;lings?'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116500219346504940</id><published>2006-12-02T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T03:43:13.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random...</title><content type='html'>usually i will think of a topic, then write my post... today i'll try the opposite way... see can come out with what.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm that opening kinda remind me of those newpaper that said that, in order to increase IQ, we must everyday do something that we usually won't do... like use another route to reach another place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo.... that remind me of one of Robert Frost's poem, the road less taken... (or something.. =,=')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess by trying something new everyday, that's the spice for life right? i never really like routine anyway... always like to try something that i haven't try before... but the problem is that i never plan for all those change... kinda like last minute decision, then suddenly realize that i wan try something new... i guess that's why i always lost in KL..=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished another chapter of "foundation of management"... i guess that's why i suddenly realise that, i might not as "entrepreneur" as i thought i can be... it's true that i like to take risk, but i never plan before encounter the risk... =.=''' hmm... duno where i'm going with this post... i guess i should change  my bad habit liao... should have planned before do anything.. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. finally uploaded my photo... :) but i guess you all also know how i look like right? just wanted to try that function... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116500219346504940?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116500219346504940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116500219346504940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116500219346504940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116500219346504940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/12/random.html' title='random...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116456273161197519</id><published>2006-11-27T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T02:35:47.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who is a better wife?</title><content type='html'>some day ago, when i visited hing chun's house, i saw his carpet, that featured the princess from disney movie, which included cinderela, snow white, and also sleeping beuty... (i scared myself when i realise i can recall thier name... =.=''' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, out of boredome, i've asked them which of them they rather have as thier wife... well, after some debating, we concluded that snow white is the best among them... reason why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping beuty:&lt;br /&gt;whoever had her as wife sure very very charm one... everyday sleep only... what also dunno how to do... cannot cook, cannot wash, worst is that she might fall asleep when having sex... damn... biggest turn off in the history... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinderela:&lt;br /&gt;too evil... did any of you wonder why her glass shoe, that is suppose to be the perfect size, for some bizzare reason, still able to somehow slip of her feet, so the prince can find her? 1 word... EVIL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow white:&lt;br /&gt;she's the perfect wife... she can cook, clean, fair, and very good in taking care of people... summore she's fair, beutiful, and most importantly, she's a princess!! that's mean girl and status can be obtain in 1 go!!! ultimate wife!!! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summary:&lt;br /&gt;personality: snow white &gt; sleeping beuty &gt; cinderella&lt;br /&gt;money: snow white = sleeping beuty &gt; cinderella&lt;br /&gt;... see, snow white is THE BEST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, if i really have to choose, i'll choose bell from beuty and the beast out of all the character... simply because she likes to read book... :D she's the only character that read... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... omg i'm too bored... really have to get a life... =.=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116456273161197519?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116387816610839210</id><published>2006-11-19T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T03:48:54.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decision, decision, decision...</title><content type='html'>i know i didn't update my trip to china like i've promised, but all my photo is in the office so... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, those who recently yam chaed with me should know that i'm looking for a new handphone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm stuggling between the ultimate flawless N93, or the more affordable yet popular K800i... both also have similar function that i want (3 megapixel.. :D ), and N93 is very, very rare among the friend that i have... ooo the joy of showing off... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i still cannot let go of my current handphone... although it's cheap and old and functionless, but i will not have any pressure when using this phone. when i accidentally drop this on the floor, i just shrug, pick up the phone and act it's nothing special... guess that's one of the perks to have a lousy phone.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually one of the main reason i want to change phone is there's one time, in steven's house warming party, they "forcefully" introduced one girl to me... when i handed her my phone so i can get her number, she stunned at the mere glance of my phone... =.='' omg that moment so bosan liao... =.='' so ashame of the bloody phone leh... anyway, that's the main reason i want to change to better phone lah... although i never contact her anymore and i heard she got boy friend liao lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, halfway in writing this post, an idea suddenly strucked me... i guess the process of choosing a phone also reflect how you react in a love related situation... hmmm.. maybe if i re-write what happened in steven's party by changing the subject, from a handphone to a girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, when me and my girlfriend attended steven's birthday party, after i introduced her to my friend, somehow she did something embarassing (maybe like fart in the public.. i dunno.. =.='' ) anyway, after that incident, in rage of course i will start to think that this girl maybe not that suitable for me... i maybe will think that this girl is only a temperory for me... out there there are much better looking and better.. *ahem* function than her... ah you know what i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, fed up with her, i'll go find some better quality girl that i might interested. at last i narrowed down my choice to two, which are miss N and miss K (N90 and K800.. :D) so then i start to consider who are better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current girlfriend, has all the quality i needed... although a bit not that good looking, and less attractive than the other, still, she is still my girlfriend... got feeling liao... the bad thing is that no matter how i scold her or ignore her, she will still try to be by my side.. although it's a bit girlish, but it's true what... i will never afraid that this phone will fail... won't even heartache when it fell on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the other hand, both miss N and K also have the same quality as my current girlfriend... even better... they are more better looking, better performance *ahem again... but most important, i won't even feel ashame to bring them out... but of course in order to kau them, i need to sacrafice alot of things lah... in handphone wise, money and lecture from parents, but in reality, who know? summore in reality i'm not 100% can get them also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda think of it, we human are really really stupid... although songs and lyrics and movies and those old sayings, all advice us not to take things for granted, but still we always ignored those who are closest to us... we always looking for better, and not content with what we have now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this handphone case is just a very simple thing... and yet, i still never appreciate all the services my current phone provided to me... i never take care of her just because i think that i'll never break her, that she'll be with me as long as i want her to be... but the truth is that i've ignored her feeling... i've complained again and again and again at her mistakes, and yet never realize that i'm the one caused her the trouble... for all this years i've been with her, i still dunno much about her... there's alot of things about her that i never even bother to ask or learn about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... come to think of it... she was right there beside me when i'm down, when i'm alone, when i'm in serious trouble, when i'm bored... she was there for me whenever i need her... so what if she's abit outdated? what if she's not attractive enough for you? she's my phone! she's my unattractive phone! she's my outdated phone! and if you have anything to say about her, you can say it to my ass!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i think i went a bit too extreme liao.. =.=''' well, that's that... i think i won't change my phone anytime soon.. :) just ignited new passion about my phone... :D wow can't believe i still have so many idea to write about this topic leh... but i dun like to make my post too long, not without any pictures... so i hope you guys who read this topic able to learn what i've just discovered a few minuits ago... :) take ccare of your current girlfriend... i mean phone... or anything that you've taken for granted all this time... think back the first time you met... appreciate them... value them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy this topic... i know i have.. :) although dunno why some how it got off topic... again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116196886806496400</id><published>2006-10-28T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:07:48.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prologue</title><content type='html'>... hope i spell that correctly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's been a very long time since i last update my blog... i'll give you guys a little sneak peak first.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to find 1 day and update my trip to china, guang zhou, which i visited during hari raya/deepavali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next after i came back, i went my help's friend's house makan steam boat and go mamak together for the first time.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i malas abit and just direct thier blog here so i dun have to psot the pictures and dun have to type.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today baru found out what happened to bee yam's uncle... really speechless... i really dunno how to handle this kind of situation, since all the line i've memorized are all funny funny one... anyway, i hope she'll be okay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116196886806496400?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116196886806496400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116196886806496400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116196886806496400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116196886806496400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/10/prologue.html' title='prologue'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-116041165507927935</id><published>2006-10-10T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:34:15.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love? To like?</title><content type='html'>phew... finally got my bloody modem liao... so much has happened since i last update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i won;t tell you ANYTHING!!! because i also forgot liao.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, first of all, congratulation to bee yam... got new boyfriend lioa ooo... nice butt.. :) so soft and tender... :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, better back to the topic before i... er... off topic.. :) i tend to do that very often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after past two very "unforgetable" event, i found out one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people tend to confuse the feeling of love and like... i think that is why now a days people keep switching partners gua (come to think of it, it's kinda like how aids spread right? u bang this girl, broke up, bang another girl, broke up.... =.='''  omg those leng chai leng lui play boy gonna hire hitman kill me liao...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time people who claim "love at first sight"... which i dun really understand at all... how can you "love" someone if you don't even know his personality, his taste, his hobby, etc? if you saw a leng chai, and you got attracted by him, is that love? os is that like? do you "love" him because of him? or do you "like" him because of his "appearence"? or his "first impression"? or his "flirt"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once saw an article, it stated that girl took very seriously at the first impression. when she think you're this kind of person, it's very hard to change her view again... i think that's why there are so many sad relation loh... how bad that the guy act, the girl will tolerate, and keep saying that's not the guy's true nature... she'll give him time to "come back"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bull shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL of my friend who good with girls all tell me one thing... CHANGE YOUR APPEARENCE!!! go buy some expensive nice looking cloth, spent time gel your hair, dun diu so much, soft spoken abit, act intelligence and stop give dirty joke... in short, i must change... well, i do agree that some of the advice are very useful, but come to think of it, am i revealing who i am to the girl i like? should i fake it to win her heart? if i love her, and wanted to be with her for a long time, should i continue to fake it? or fake at first, get her heart, then revert back to the bad moth, always diu-ing, untidy ken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few weeks of meditating before sleeping, thinking of the same problem ( i swear i floated a bit on my bed that night... =.='') i think i got the conclusion that i like... i should slowly try to improve myself, at the same time never fake or attempt to hide the true self... so what if i dun like to comb my hair? it's not like i'm going for a ball or something... for god sake we going to mamak lah... takan want me wear tuksedo meh?? if the girl i like only care about appearence, she doesn't deserve my love... well, like as friend still can lah... but love... no way man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, that's only apply to the girl i like leh... i dunno what i'll do if i manage to find the girl i love... sigh... see how lah... now i'm enjoying single life... those bad incident kind made me lose confidence in girls liao... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll gay my friend again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but definately i'm gonna stay away from sky... bloody ji bai dare to spit into my mouth... =.=''' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diu......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-116041165507927935?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/116041165507927935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=116041165507927935&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116041165507927935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/116041165507927935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-love-to-like.html' title='To love? To like?'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-115587820130885011</id><published>2006-08-18T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:31:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wohoo!!!!!</title><content type='html'>yeay... 1 year older liao!!! 1 year nearer to grave liao!! =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choi! "dai gat lai si" !!!!! choi choi choi!! fast fast touch wood!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... i wish... i wish............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high distinction? that one wish also no use right? if no study sure cannot get...&lt;br /&gt;world peace? aiya let the hongkong beuty pageant wish for that lah...&lt;br /&gt;taller? aiya i'm a realist lah... i dun believe in miracles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i got nothing to wish for leh.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah got 1 liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish... i wish...... i have a more meaningful topic to write in my blog... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... damn when will it come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo speaking of topic (damn birthday wish REALLY useful...) i still wonder why so many bloggers (well, mainly girls...) can speak thier minds out so openly? really cannot understand... i mean, isn't it embarassing to say all those things out in the publc? for god sake people are reading leh??? i cannot imagine one day my sister online, ran across my blog, and knew EVERYTHING inside me... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh.. guess that's not a interesting topic leh... =.=''' eh eh cancel that wish cancel that wish!!! i know what i want to wish for liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish.... i wish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;iwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;hshewil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;lbeablet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;oc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;elebratewithme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;onmyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;extbirthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BLUSH you all never see that!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really... i think because my family lack of that tradition... we don't usually celebrate birthday... so i also dun really like people celebrate for me... a message or 2 are great in my opinion... another reason is because gift exchange are very mafan... with my super short term memory, i cannot remember ANYONE's birthday at all, let alone give them back the gift that i suppose to give... oh yeah that reminds me... i have to pass kenneth's birthday present to him leh... it's in my car for almost a month liao.. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... damn see that i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hing chun is complaining that my blog have too many words... aiyo no money buy camera phone what to do? sigh... anyone can buy me the new k800 as my birthday present?? LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... eh joking only ah.. dun really go buy ah... i'm gonna bite your head off if you really buy for me... *grrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-115587820130885011?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/115587820130885011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=115587820130885011&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/115587820130885011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/115587820130885011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/08/wohoo.html' title='Wohoo!!!!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-115449470612301980</id><published>2006-08-02T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:58:26.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers Beware! (quote from STAR newspaper)</title><content type='html'>Today when going to mamak store, i saw this title on the front page of the Sun Newspaper. after read abit, shockingly, i found out that government said they will take action on those blogger who give out false information. didn;t read the rest of the article but i assume that they don;t want bloggers give out false and negative impression to tear down malaysia's mask..opps.. i mean FACE... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if they will ban those blog that "comment" our malaysia police's services?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth known by us:&lt;br /&gt;EVERY police recieve... let me rephrase that... DEMAND... kopi money from the wrong do-ers... those who don't accept bribe, they will do that soon enough due to thier fellow colleague, or maybe they want to get to higher position faster, and recieve bigger bribe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth published by government:&lt;br /&gt;only a SMALL amount of police take bribe... although for some unknown reason, dunno whether we unlucky or what lah, 90% of the police we met recieve bribe... if the small amout of police force are on the road, i wonder where the majority of police stay? takan majority of the police all squat inside the police station right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya dunwan raise too much issue lah... not only that it will take forever to list out all the "truth" of malaysia, but also i don;t want my blog kena block and find a whole swat team waiting for me outside my house... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, the truth is, i still love malaysia... :) MALAYSIA BOLEH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of malaysia boleh, the government really should redefine the meaning of Malaysia Boleh... now that all the "Boleh" record made by malaysia are all the physical "Boleh", such as tallest, longest, stinkiest, etc etc... we "tak boleh" in maintaining out manner (acording to the reader digest's survey), and it's a joke that we are proud of those short term achievement... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn time to continue my assignment.. due next week monday and i not even start yet... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-115449470612301980?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/115449470612301980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=115449470612301980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/115449470612301980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/115449470612301980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/08/bloggers-beware-quote-from-star.html' title='Bloggers Beware! (quote from STAR newspaper)'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-115327824407892315</id><published>2006-07-19T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T11:06:36.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a Dream...</title><content type='html'>last night, audrey appeared in my dream... she still look as preety as ever, and oh... even in dream, i still can smell her body odour... i mean the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fragrant&lt;/span&gt;.... =.=''' anyway, i dreamt that she approaching me slowly, walking like an angel decended from earth, and finally look at my face, smilling... then UNEXPECTEDLY, she STRANGGLE me!!! before i lost my concious, i heard her keep repeating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;update your blog&lt;/span&gt;... update your blog... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;UPDATE YOUR BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay... so i made that dream up... I dreamt that i'm Harry Potter, with a broken leg, trying to escape from the prison of askaban (spelling?) and used a conveniently parked container lorry to escape, with my dangling, painless broken foot, which was broken by non other than.... some guy who i cannot remember the face now... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... this tell you don't discuss about broken body part during yam cha session and lay off Harry Potter and the half blood price during pre-exam week... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about harry potter, that day when i go pay the electricity bill, to pass the time, i brought the book along with me, and finally when it's my turn, i put that book on the counter, and gave that counter girl my bill and cheque... she looked at my book, and start a conversation with me about harry potter... i was so stuned, i totally lost my charm... though i'm not regret because she's a malay (no offence to the malay, but i dunwanna cut my *ahemforeskincough* yet) and she's not really my type (cheh.. like i know what type i like... =.='' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since i promised audrey i'll write SOMETHING, here you go.. satisfied? :D see, i'm a man that keep my own promise one... although late abit liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test finished yesterday... yup... i had two exam on passed monday and tuesday... monday was accounting, and microecon on tuesday... last week i read like i never read before... even my frined complaining that i don;t go out with them anymore... =.=''' anyway, i spend whole day of saturday studying account (yup... 24 hours... with breaks between them... imagine the horror in my mom's face saw me studying whole night on sunday morning... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at last, i took the exam, and it's not too bad... the question was shockingly easy, and i only start studying on last wednesday.. =.=''' i'm sure i'll get atleast a credit, but i was aiming for high distinction... =.=''' sigh... really get HD with only a few days of intensive study... that's the trade off i've learned in microecon lah... sigh... if i had extra 2 weeks then i'm sure i'll get HD... oh well.. lucky this is mid term, with only consist of 30%... if i study extra hard, i still have a slight chance getting a HD in the end... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether you guys notice or not... this few days alot of people keep splitting up leh... sigh.... i know i shouldn't say this when people broke up, but i really envy those who at least have the chance to broke up leh... sigh... anyway, hope those who broke up can recover soon lah... i know i'm useless in helping you overcome the sadness, but i'll always there with you... spiritually... physically i'm playing dota in home, or watching movie... but mentally i'll always be with you... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time for me to deliver some stuff to client, then go back to collage to meet with the research writing course group member... tata for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-115327824407892315?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/115327824407892315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=115327824407892315&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/115327824407892315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/115327824407892315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a Dream...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-115175661909817300</id><published>2006-07-01T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:41:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh?</title><content type='html'>Wah long time nv update liao.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a few days ago (or weeks... i can't remember) i heard form the radio that reader digest has conducted a survey in 35 countries, testing which country is the most polite among them all... i bet you guys alraedy knew this, Malaysia got 3rd place.. :) 3rd most UN-polite country... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rd.com/content/openContent.do?contentId=27599&amp;pageIndex=2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magazine used 3 ways to test the courtesy of the country:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "door tests" (would anyone hold one open for them?)&lt;br /&gt;2. "document drops" (who would help them retrieve a pile of "accidentally" dropped papers?)&lt;br /&gt;3. "service tests" (which salesclerks would thank them for a purchase?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63% of the malaysian walk pass those who are in need of help... so ask yourself... if someone did the above mentioned thing, will you act with courtesily? or will you became one of the majority in malaysia, pretend that you never see anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the survey aren't that reliable... reader digest has ignored all other elements that can affect the survey... It all depend on how's that country's culture... For malaysia, we won;t help anyone, UNLESS they ask us for help... i can;t say for the other races, but for chinese, we are not that bold, like the western people... even if we saw someone drop something, we will not approach them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father travel to China quite frequently (at least 1 time per month consider frequent or not?) anyway, from what he told me, the China people there have worst manner than us... He told me that the people there will not stop for you... if you're lost, good luck, 'cause no one will answer your question... But of course, They have thier own reason... according to my father, he said that China had so many con artist, if the advertisement board drop down from the sky, at least a hand ful of them will get squashed, and another handful of them watching, and another batch of them trying to con you by selling you talisman that can protect you from advertisement board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeah, i guess we malaysian are rude... we don't hold doors for other (we have automatic doors EVERYWHERE in KL so no point...) we don't help people pick up droped document (scare later people accuse us trying to steal thier stuff...) and of course, we don't have the habit to thank people after they made thier purchase (uh... he pay us to take our thing... he pay we sell... why thank him? it's a transaction... he dun owe us and we dun owe him... no reason to thank...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a malaysian, of course i'll try to help Malaysia regain it's face... first of all, let's compare to china (no offence to china man... i had limited knowledge and china is the only country i hear more frequent then malaysia...) if you ask help form them, they ignore you... if they offer you help without you asking them, THEN becareful... watch your wallet... But in malaysia, i dare to say that we WILL NOT (or rarely) stop and offer our help... but if you ask help from us, we WILL offer the best help we can give... here's some example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snatch thieves: motorcyclist snatched your purse? shout HELP~~ no... superman won't come... he's american hero... he's too busy saving american... but instead, EVERY GUY in that area will grab what they can to help you get back your purse (or they purely wanna WHALLUP people...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got lost?: just stop ANYWHERE (for safety purposes, find an area full with people) and ask... i got lost pretty frequently, and so far, EVERYONE i asked helped me... just remember to lock your door, and put that steering lock beside you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on LRT: nenek, no place to sit ah? come come! here got sit! we won't actually hear that line in our LRT or KTM... mainly because we had TOO much space available... unless peak hour... and in peak hour, people, especially the young one WILL stand up and give that nenek his seat... how's that for politeness... :) (of course, maybe it's because during peak hour, more lenglui in the car, so can give them great first impression and strike a conversation with her... :D) oh yeah almost forgot this point... usually the people who need people give them seats don;t have to take LRT/KTM... they have family to fetch... for those who dun, and is poor, they dun have much reason to travel so far right? so it's not we are rude, it's we don;t have the chance to give your seat to other people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, malaysian are rude, no doubt about it... but we are friendly... and i heard form someone that we malaysian have most vocab in bad words in the world... but we only use them to greet with friends... i bet you that no one in malaysia DARE to go up to stranger and use those words to them (of course, unless they are looking for trouble...) at least i use bad words VERY VERY frequently... infront of my friend lah of course... we use bad words to express our feeling etc... like when we are disappointed, we will shout "DIU!" look at it like you're shouting "GOAL" when italy beat france tonight... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm abit off topic liao... anyway, i guess what i want to say in this post is that it's okay to be rude, because rude = open minded... we won't mind the details... imagine you walking to school, and you have to say good morning to EVERYONE you know... sial ah... haven't reach classroom then soar throat liao... =.='' it might seems rude to some, but sometime, over politeness will form a wall between you and other people, and the distand between you and other people will get furthur... open your heart... act naturally... politeness is a must, but not a neccesiti... don;t over do it... Politeness, it kills... (or is it drug? ah.. dun mind the detail...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo almost my lecture time liao... in HELP library typing this... :) chao now... bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-115175661909817300?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/115175661909817300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=115175661909817300&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/115175661909817300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/115175661909817300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/07/malaysia-boleh.html' title='Malaysia Boleh?'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-115022653087119945</id><published>2006-06-14T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T04:41:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh... french play like kids today... lost money liao...</title><content type='html'>argg... no mood ah... money is not a big problem... but i REALLY hate the feeling of losing... This feeling remind me of the last sem in lim kok wing, which i spented my best effort in the final project, still lose to song yuan and wye chuan in terms of graphic, interactive, entertainment, EVERYTHING... sien ah... sigh... The phrase "At least I've tried my best" really cannot cover the pain leh... still feeling the ache until now... sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn stupid france today play like shit only... stupid zedane keep pass the ball to henry, and henry keep missing the shot... stupid referee chee sin liao... keep giving out yellow card... strict like hell... wasted my time sitting there, but cannot see any goal, and still have to lose money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah stupid match took away all my mood liao.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever has this feeling, that the more people you know, the less people that you really "know"? i dare to say that i had quite alot of friends... but still... how well i know them? heck i cannot even remember thier birthday leh! it's like although there's no problem now, but still, it's rude not to know your friend's general detail right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... what to do? dunno why my memory really bad one... must because of the accident i had damn long time ago... at least that's the excuse i give myself lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite of the friends i had... i still cannot shake away that lonely feeling leh... some time even when in the midle of yam cha, in the middle of laughing at jokes, dunno why will suddenly feel damn down... =.=''' do i really need to find a spiritual support? should i join religion? but none of the religion i really like and agree on woh... i had my way of living.. and if you want me to follow those ideas that i dun like, i also beh song right? cannot find the most suitable religion for myself... but wan meh??? i dun wan join religion lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who knew me all also know i very ham sap one... i was like a hormone raging maniac, approach all kinds of women... that's why i kena twice liao... which i will never forget... =.='' ma de hai make me lost all the remaining confidence i had in myself liao... but thanks to that incident, i knew that i'm not looking for girlfriend afterall.. i dun like to get tied down... i dun like people to kacau me... i still cannot commit... in short, i'm not raedy yet... i found out that, i need a pet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually why i start to write blog ah? i'm not the kind of person that can write my emotion out... i'm dun like to share my secrets... i dun like to let people know what i'm thinking... even IF i want people to know, i cannot put it in words... i found out that most of the topic in my blog, all has entertaining values... i think unconciusly, i'm seeking atention... well, not unconciusly.. i knew that from that day i start making jokes on myself so i can make other people happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me... last thursday after me and the SgBuloh gang finish clubbing in Rush, on the way back, one of the guy asked me (that time we alone lah... and no... this time i didn't "broke back" him..)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"actualy why you let them bully you one?"&lt;br /&gt;(in the middle of clubbing, we saw some guy took of thier shirt (not pants...) so they decided to follow them... uh... actually is they decided to make me fllow them...)&lt;br /&gt;"huh? got bully meh? dunno woh... that time seems fun mah..."&lt;br /&gt;"but you not feel not song meh? let a 18-19 years old kid push you around..."&lt;br /&gt;"huh? hmm... dunno lah... friend mah... nvm one..."&lt;br /&gt;"... ken, you're too nice liao lah.... too nice until it's scary..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... this lead me to think... ya woh... all this time, i let people push me around only... last time mc they all play like that i nv angry... even that time chun keat twisted my hand (p.s. to chun keat: it's pasted so i forgive liao... just cannot forget only... :P) i did nothing.. the only thing i did was throw the chair, and claim back RM50.. that's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is being too nice a very bad thing? i dare to say that if a bully come up to me, push me on the shoulder, and demand me say sorry, i think i'll say sorry and hope he'll walk away... am i being too coward? but in my opinion, that's the only smart, unharm way to solve things mah... if 1 sorry can solve the problem, i lose abit of my pride, and i can settle the matter in the civilize, best, unharm way... but in another hand, that's very coward... it's like i didn;t even TRY to defend my pride... got quite some number of friend tell methat i shouldn't forgive and forget that easilly... some time we should let our rage and feeling take control, instead of the brain... whack first... speak later... too bad it's hard for me to follow it...i'm too rational... i'm scare of pain... i'm the guy that only look at the result... if i whack that guy, of course i'll defend my pride... but after that? the matter sure will get worst... they'll get more people to whack me... or worst... if i swallow my pride, then the matter can be solve in the quickest way... but if like this, i'll swallow my pride whenever i face a problem... do i still consider a man? can i relaly protect my family? should i continue this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... really dunno lah... all the stuff and moral that those so call "wise man" (lao-tze, kong-tze, laoFu-Tze etc) all teach us to behave... teach us how to become a moral person... i dare to say that i followed alot of them... but the older i grow, the more i know those so called "good-moral" not only cannot help us in this era at all, it'll make us miserable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take love life as example... out of 10 girls i saw, 9 girls prefer those bad boys type... i saw some taiwan series, about gangster... after the first episod, i decided to return the dvd back to my friend... sien gau... dun say the girls lah... even i also think the bad boys in the movie are cool... if i'm a girl, obviously i'll choose them over those spec wearing, comb-hair-flat-flat, not muscular, study guy... after the first episod, i realise that all the moral value i learned from childhood, are all rubish... they can't help in love life, they can't help in job, they can't help in anything at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.... 3 am liao... that's all in my mind for now.. too tired to think of anything to write... hopefully i won't write anything as sien as this again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh baru thought of something... i woner how many "I" and "Me" i've used in this blog? this lead me think back the same question again... why do i write this blog? if i want to entertain people, this is not an entertaining blog... if i wanna grab attention, why the hell i keep writing me? see thsoe blgos with over millions hits perday, they rarely tell about themselves... they talk about politics, sights, culture... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then why the hell i write blog? i dun like to express my feeling... i had better things to do instead of sitting in front of the computer on 3 am in the morning, blogging... not many people reading this... heck I also dun really want people to see this... it's too embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck i  dunno even know what i'm writing liao...  =.='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-115022653087119945?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/115022653087119945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=115022653087119945&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/115022653087119945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/115022653087119945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/06/sigh-french-play-like-kids-today-lost.html' title='sigh... french play like kids today... lost money liao...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114990634861708389</id><published>2006-06-10T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:05:08.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 485px; height: 873px;" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1130268344BATMAN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Batman, the Dark Knight&lt;/b&gt;. As the Dark Knight of Gotham, Batman is a vigilante who deals out his own brand of justice to the criminals and corrupt of the city. He follows his own code and is often misunderstood. He has few friends or allies, but finds comfort in his cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Batman, the Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="79"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;79%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Neo, the "One"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;The Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;William Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Lara Croft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="54"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Maximus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;James Bond, Agent 007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="46"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;El Zorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;The Amazing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=" 92013=""&gt;Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com%27"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... i'm the dude that wear black underwear on the outside... :D take THAT red underwear!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114990634861708389?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114990634861708389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114990634861708389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114990634861708389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114990634861708389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-scored-as-batman-dark-knight.html' title=''/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114984578416704272</id><published>2006-06-09T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T17:36:24.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.... long time nv write negative post liao...</title><content type='html'>hmmm to start this post, i'm sorry that i didn't update my blog this few day... but my friend called me just now, that he's in low yat, and he's going to help me buy a new modem so... those of you who read my blog, HORAY~~ and those who don't... BOOOOOO~~~~ \ _ /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway (now i notice i really like to use the word anyway...) collagelife was fun... but i'm not as active as i thought i will be...  sigh... those bloody help admin loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm gonna start thing from the top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i enrol, of course i'll seek council from help right? that council told me i can skip foundation if i got a diploma certificate... well, i don't have a diploma... i got the next best thing... an ADVANCE diploma... :D not that it make any diffrence but... ADVANCE!!!! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's the second week of collage, and yet, they keep telling me that they had problem with the application =.='''' on the first week, they called me and ask me bring the original or a certified true copy transcript... ok that's a resonable request, so i did and pass the transcript to them... then on second week, they call me again and said that they cannot process the application because i don;t have the foundation certificate... i was like, WTF??? you all blind ah??? never see that remark on the transcript issit?? it clearly stated "This student has passed all the subject. Proceed to next sem" ... even a half blind man (blind man cannot see =.='' ) can tell that i passed foundation leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i better stop the rant and continue with the story... ok so to solve this ridiculas problem, i've called back to limkokwing and ask for a foundation certificate. i practically argued with my formal lecturer because of the stupid cert... he keep saying that limkokwing doesn't issue foundation cert and i told him i need some prove to show to HELP admin or else i cannot enrol... at last, the lecturer ask me to give his number to HELP admin, so they can discuss it over the phone and find a solution... and i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day passed... 2 day passed... enrolment date is getting nearer and nearer... i cannot wait anymore... so i decided to seek that help admin and ask for the solution... =.=''' to my suprise, that admin didn't call my lecturer at all!! so i have to wait for 1 hours, and after that, she told me that limkokwing will issue a letter, to prove that i've passed foundation... but the problem is that i can only collect the letter on tuesday.. and enrollment is on friday... =.=''''' sien ah.... it's impossible to arrange my time table anymore... i sure cannnot get the best tutorial time liao... EVERYONE in help will fight thier heads off to get the best time on friday, and i can only pick the left over time that clashes with EVERY subject... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, not everything in HELP are bad... at least i met some very nice friends there... Siu Fai, Jordan, Jack, Kate, Sylvia, Crystal, Jeremy, Xuanyi, etc etc...  i'll put thier blog's link in my... uh... blogger's link section soon... :) zuanyi stated taht his blog has more than 19k visitor perday... =.=''' i gotta visit that site soon...  :) siu fai is a footsal player... good body.. nice look... he's entering LIME's "funkiest dude"... so dun forget to vote for him ah... :) but he sup[rised me when he say that he don;t have a girlfriend =.=''' Jordan is a very friend guy VERY friendly... his like the core leader in the group... he makes friend with anyone and EVERYONE... his social skill is excellent... sylvia ... =.=''' wah... dunno how to put this... no i'm not saying anything bad about her... she knew my sister,... they were secondary friend... and yes... now i have to watch what i do and how i talk infront of her liao =.=''' sien ah cannot do "those" stuff that i did in seconday and lim kok wing liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met cassandra in help, with i guess no one except hing chun and wye chuan here know who she is... :) hmm... i only chat with her for a few minuits then i have join my friend for lunch so nothing to talk about YET... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, ebnough of those boring life... i wanted to write something emotional one... but since now almost 5:30, so i better save that story for another time... :) now i prepare to go home and prepare for the world cup... time to take out my england jersey.. :D (not that i support england... i only have england jersey...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114984578416704272?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114984578416704272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114984578416704272&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114984578416704272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114984578416704272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/06/sigh-long-time-nv-write-negative-post.html' title='sigh.... long time nv write negative post liao...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114888707739251867</id><published>2006-05-29T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:03:45.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another test... there got to be some better topic that i can write.. =.=''</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 546px; height: 661px;" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Accounting/Finance/Econ&lt;/b&gt;. Related majors that match your highest scored category: Accounting, Business Management, Computer/Management Information Systems (CIS or MIS), Economics, Entrepreneurship, Finance, Hospitality, Human Resource Management, International Business, Leadership, Marketing, Mathematics, Operations Management, Industrial/Organizational Psychology, Public Administration, Real Estate, Risk Management, Sports Management, Statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider all majors in your OTHER high scoring categories. The right major for you will be something&lt;br /&gt;1) you love and enjoy and&lt;br /&gt;2) are really great at it. Consider adding a minor or double majoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Accounting/Finance/Econ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="88"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Nursing/AthleticTraining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Physics/Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Education/Counseling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Religion/Theology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mathematics/Statistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;PoliticalScience/Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Visual&amp;amp;PerformingArts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;History/Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="13"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;French/German/Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="13"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=" 164749=""&gt;WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com%27"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econ ah... at least that's gonna be my minor this time... was thinking of some manager related topic... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114888707739251867?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114888707739251867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114888707739251867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114888707739251867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114888707739251867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-test-there-got-to-be-some.html' title='another test... there got to be some better topic that i can write.. =.=&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114864229505965421</id><published>2006-05-26T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:18:15.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orientation.... OMG can't believe i'm gonna study again??!!!</title><content type='html'>damn.. yesterday i went to cyber cafe to write this topic one... i mean type...=.=''' type half way the stupid cc jump switch... all gone... =.='' half hour of typing.. gone... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess i'll strt to type what happen to me in help this 3 days... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st day of orientation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up on 7:30... damn long time nv wake up so early liao... not even when i'm working... =.=''' anyway, i reach there on 9:00pm... on the dot... wah never thought i was on time leh... stupid jam made me worry so much... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, after i reach there, and got the orientation folio, then the panic hit me unexpectedly.... damn i'm all alone leh... i look around me, everyone also in pairs or in groups... wah how am i gonna fit in woh... omg omfg !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i have no choice... i follow them, rode the shuttle bus, and follow the "tour guide" and walked around the campus... after we reached the auditorium, and ater the long and boring welcoming speech, and i was wandering how the hell i'm gonna start mix with other, then it came like a silent killer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl beside me (mind you, she quite cute leh... :) ) suddenly tap my shoulder, and we introduce ourself... she was from "zhong hua" high school. at first she was here alone, but she manage to met al her other friend that was from the same school... we went to McD and had our lunch (and i knew 1,2,3,.... 6 more girl that time...) damn.. never thought my firest group of friend are all girls.. too bad they are from psycology class so i doubt we'll seeing each other again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i got her (and another girl) contact number JUST IN CASE... :D just in case of what no need me say lah... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, she went to top up her phone, and as a gentleman (although i like to "diu" but still, i'm a gentleman.. :) ) of course i wait for her... after i waited for like 20 minuits, i sense something wrong (my colourful wolf sense is tingling... =.='' ) so i went and found her sobbing... =.='' the top up machine ate her RM50 and she dunno what to do. after i ask around, the guard told me to find the admin in student affair department, which unforturnately went out for lunch. we waited for that old faggot finish his lunch, complain to him, and he called the person incharge, and promised that she'll get her rm50 back the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing much happen on second and third day, and as i expected, i didn't meet her again. but i did call her for a few time... in case you're wandering... i had some new friends (unfortunately, all guys, with 1 or 2 girls only...) and yeah.. i think probably i can survive... :) actually things Do happen on second and third day, just that i'm lazy and it's not that big of a deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except that incident that i took almost 1 hour running up and down the stairs to find the bloody hell car... cannot remember where i park it.. =.='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114864229505965421?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114864229505965421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114864229505965421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114864229505965421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114864229505965421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/05/orientation-omg-cant-believe-im-gonna.html' title='orientation.... OMG can&apos;t believe i&apos;m gonna study again??!!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114835727012134884</id><published>2006-05-23T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:07:50.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha bee yam i win liao... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="#808000" cellspacing="3" width="85%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;姓　　名：&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;叶伟劲&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;出生日期：&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;西元1984年8月18日 (農曆73年7月22日)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;靈　　數：&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;38&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   　　你是個意志堅強的理想主義者，凡事很重視精神層面的追求，習慣將善惡分成兩個極端，頭腦很靈敏，常會冒出很多感覺，很多的點子，所以有時候會感覺&lt;br /&gt;　　比較累，那是因為你花了太多的精神。&lt;br /&gt;　　你容易情緒化，具有雙重個性，與一般人一樣，嚮往著權力，但也有深情的一面，很容易流露出內在的感情世界，而有時候會很努力實在的工作，有時卻又會感到一陣莫名的空虛感，一天內心情的起伏大，對未來有恐懼感。&lt;br /&gt;　　經常會用工作來填滿生活，但如果閒閒沒事做，你的精神力反而愈強盛，產生不知道如何抒發多餘精力的困擾，建議你多跟人相處，同時要避免性急，慢慢的把你的精神散發到人際關係，透過與人相處的融洽，會消去許多不安全感，讓自己有更多發揮的空間。&lt;br /&gt;　　事業上的成就很大，即使不是在最頂尖位置，也能夠躋身次要位置，並且會擁有中等以上的家庭，過著平穩富裕的一生，但當你的運勢強盛時，奉勸你自我節制一下，謹慎行事不驕傲，如果鋒芒太露，小心遭遇到毀滅性的攻擊。&lt;br /&gt;　　你的人生目標是擁有過人的才華，並且展現出個性和自我的特色。你有為大眾服務的心態，因此經常會投入社會公益活動，如果這次的社會公益有理想性，也能 夠將自我特色表達出來，你會更樂意去作，在職業上必需要能顯現出你的才華，不只是為了賺錢，工作目標是要朝向社會公益的性質。&lt;br /&gt;　　你的個性特徵是快樂活潑，感覺上很明亮、很熱情，具有開朗的特質。在你的內心也有細心的一面，會想蠻多事情的，為什麼這個不一樣？為什麼會如此？思想很單純，思維則很複雜，因此很多事一下子會想不透。&lt;br /&gt;　 　你的優點是永遠有用不完的精力，情感豐沛，會用感情和直覺來作為智慧的基礎，你的才華也很容易展現出來。你的缺點在於有時候會不自量力，鋒芒太露，太過 於愛搶風頭，內心較缺乏安全感，言語有時會很刻薄毒辣，其實那是因為你內心的熱情一時找不到出口，只好用這個負面方式來宣洩。&lt;br /&gt;　　你的人生運勢表現的比較直接而且有衝勁，不會轉來轉去或反反覆覆。一旦有確定的目標，你就會一直去進行，直接向前衝，並會慢慢朝向社會公益，甚至宗教，形而上的精神層面發展，如果走上藝術的路線也會很不錯，可以到達很高的層次喔！&lt;br /&gt;　　你的天賦潛能是總會在工作中找到意義與快樂，並且盡情發揮你的創造力與表達力，可以說你是個優雅的人，或一個有著藝術細胞的人，總之你很有群眾的魅力喔！&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In my own opinion lah... quite true leh... but that's how i look at myself... what do you think? :)&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/22654269-114835727012134884?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114835727012134884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114835727012134884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114835727012134884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114835727012134884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha-bee-yam-i-win-liao-d.html' title='haha bee yam i win liao... :D'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114810036837517708</id><published>2006-05-20T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:46:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think you're smart? Think again....</title><content type='html'>currrently i'm addicted to this game... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://deathball.net/notpron/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a puzzle solving game, which test your computer skill (intermediate skill)... very fun... :D me and king soong now playing together... wai yang also playing with us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go give it a try... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114810036837517708?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114810036837517708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114810036837517708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114810036837517708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114810036837517708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/05/think-youre-smart-think-again.html' title='Think you&apos;re smart? Think again....'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114786271055427272</id><published>2006-05-17T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:21:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God just threw a curve ball at me...</title><content type='html'>a few post ago i mentioned the girl i wanna woo right? then i said she got mental problem right? here's the rest of the story... the end of the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lots and lots of begging, she finally agreed to meet me... at first very happy... then she said she can only meet me on monday afternoon... so stone ah... need to work leh... but never mind... i guess i can sneak out for maybe 1 or 2 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yong fatt taged along, and we've reached pandan mewah's Mc Donald... after reach there, we've tried call her, but she nv pick up the phone. so i have no choice loh.. have to go 1 table 1 table ask... damn sia sui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last after i asked every 17 years old looking girl, all of them said no... one of then have the same surname as her leh... =.=''' damn that girl is wasting my time and my energy... she dun even want to recognize me leh... nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after me and yong fatt finish eating (took us 5 minuits), then we decided to give up and go home... she appearently playing us... =.=''' after we left the Mc, she sms me, ask me why so fast leave. she said i guess correct liao and ask me go back... fine... i'll gulp the humiliation and see her... well, i sat down, talked with her for about 3 minutis, then i have to rush back to office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, after weeks of begging, i only saw her for 3 minuits.... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on my way to work, she start sms me again... since i'm driving, so i replied her that i;'ll call her again because i'm driving... then it happened.. again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sms me non-stop, saying all the cake thing like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i know lah... you see my face dun like me anymore.... ok fine... i won;t sms you anymore... i know i;m too ugly and fat..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you want to reply me or not??? why you like that one??? see me liao now dunwan to reply my message??? i got so ugly meh???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... got alot more but i cannot remember what liao... in conclusion... those message are very very CAKE one... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,. i cannot take all those sms bombardment so i stop and sms her back, tell her again that i'm driving, and tell her that i dun think she's fat and ugly, dun think so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she bombard me again liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then why dunwan to reply me message??"&lt;br /&gt;"because i'm driving mah..."&lt;br /&gt;"i knwo lah.. you think i'm ugly.... i know i;m big, fat and ugly..."&lt;br /&gt;"dun think so much lah... i never say that mah... you consider beutiful loh... if compare other..."&lt;br /&gt;"i hate u! i know i;m ugly and you lying in front of my face!! ok fine if you thin i;m so ugly i won;t sms you again... bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... fine you dunwan smsm me i also happy... finally... tranquility....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had huge arguement with her that night... her pet sis said she got a sickness, which she cannot breath when she cry, so i demand to have the name... i can't take the mental bombardment from her anymore, and it's very very hard for me to trust her anymore.... so if i can confirmt he sickness name she gave me suit her syntom, i'll forgeet everything. i told her to be honest, tell me everything, and she keep avoid the topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... then i suddenly feel too tired to continue liao... i sent her the last message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you know what? it's very hard for me to believe you anymore. i asked to talk to your pet sister she dunwan to answer me. i try to ask your sickness name so i can help you find a cure, you cannot tell me. i'm very tired... i;'m tired of your non stop sms... i'm tired of you being unreasonable. i;m tired that i have to type faster than you. it's your attitude that i dun like. it's your negative, unreasonable attitude that ruined this freidnship. u said i'm just your pet bro, but what you did isn't what you said. you say you had a bf, but you've spented 12 hours a day trying to sms me... how can i believe you anymore? i'm too tired to continue this game... good bye..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and until now, no more sms... except that last sms she sented me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whatever... tis will b the last time we talk, u... wont saw me in tis wold again...now, no one care of me again, wt the bullshit promise u give r stupid,no one wif b v me ady... bye, hope u happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i scare she;ll die, but i know i've tried my best... she never listen to me, and i'm fed up that she so unreasonable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, 1 night of argue can get me some tranquility, peace and quiet... so syok... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114786271055427272?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114786271055427272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114786271055427272&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114786271055427272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114786271055427272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/05/god-just-threw-curve-ball-at-me.html' title='God just threw a curve ball at me...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114748929097638408</id><published>2006-05-13T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:01:30.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some personality quest again... :)</title><content type='html'>wah bee yam saw ur blog liao... :D i'm 70% weird leh!!!!! hahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FFF8C2;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFCE3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will only have one true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been deeply wounded in the past, and you're still recovering from that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to you that your lover is very attractive. You like to have someone to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Smokin' Hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/hot.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a terrible flirt, a sharp dresser, and a party animal.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're totally sizzling too. And for you, being hot just comes naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/"&gt;Are You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!! DAMN FREAKING UNTRUE LEH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Animal Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/animal4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Power Animal: Shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal You Were in a Past Life: Polar Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong character - you are an aggressive, ambitious, go-getter.&lt;br /&gt;You were born to lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Animal Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beware the monkey with gun!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F0FFF0;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 8 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=''' sien gau... i know i'm childish but.... 8 YEARS OLD??!! sien gau... no mood liao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114748929097638408?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114748929097638408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114748929097638408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114748929097638408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114748929097638408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-personality-quest-again.html' title='some personality quest again... :)'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114740263008232971</id><published>2006-05-12T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:57:10.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot...</title><content type='html'>hehe... remember that i still looking for good phone? well, pda are kinda good for me, but sorry to say this eric, but... p990 aren't really look appealing for me leh.. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, found some nice model recently... Nokia 6280, SE 900i (i still cannot forget him.. :) ) N90 or some new version that hasn't been release yet... :) seems like i still prefer phone over pda.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my friends are correct... all of those phones are darn expensive, and with that kind of money i'm better off buying a laptop... it's a good mp3 player, good movie player, great games available, wide screen, good battery life, nice internet connection.... basically EVERYTHING i need.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i said : "i want to call people leh...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what they said ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take a double side tape, then tape a new 3310 on the side of lap top and presto!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=''' stone 2 times loh... =.='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114740263008232971?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114740263008232971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114740263008232971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114740263008232971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114740263008232971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/05/woot.html' title='woot...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114723134853577213</id><published>2006-05-10T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:22:28.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i really that suck?</title><content type='html'>sigh.... after yesterday's call fromher... i confirm liao... she got metal problem... =.=''' like most of the ALL A, excel in everything student, she had too much pressure from the family... summore there's also some family matters that troubles her too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i've spented alot of time trying to convince her that she's not alone, she's not bad luck, she doesn't cause her friend that live in sabah, which died of accident, trying to convince her there ARE people that care about her... blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all ended up, time and phone credit wasting effort... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.... yong fatt also helped try to convince her.... finally, he told me that it's impossible to help her now... just let her calm down for a few days first....sien ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i really that sucks? two girls that (finally) said "love me" some how got some mental problem... =.='''' ma de hai.... this time my confidence really sink deeper than atlantis liao... =.='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114723134853577213?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114723134853577213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114723134853577213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114723134853577213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114723134853577213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-i-really-that-suck.html' title='am i really that suck?'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114706664764054920</id><published>2006-05-08T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:39:18.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be prepare... it's a Loooooooooong entry....</title><content type='html'>Wah it's been so long since i last write something that happened in my life woh? but not many people see also... what for i write? like that my friend Sze Mun said "What for write blog? Then come out yamcha nothing to chat loh?" kinda right also woh... sometime yam cha with blogger i afraid this situation will happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh you know ah yesterday ah...&lt;br /&gt;A: I know... it's in your blog...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ooo... ya woh... Then yuou know ah this girl that keep calling me&lt;br /&gt;A: I know... it's in your blog...&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stone.... Uh... then you heard about this joke ah? why do King Kong...&lt;br /&gt;A: Kingkong joke ah? I know... it's in Other people's blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=''''' get what i mean? lucky not many of my friend have a blog, and the one writing blog are those that i rarely yam cha with... kinda good to know how are they...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh what the hell??? this is not the reason i write this post lah.... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to the topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't write this in my log yet so all of you don;t know yet, and i'll start from the very beginning... and i want to warn you... inside alot of vulgar words.. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, when me and yong fatt yamcha with some bestari friend, he recieved a message said "who the hell are you?" we were like, STONE LOH, and then he used my phone to call that number... but that person nv pick up the phone... then after some message passed front and back, and kim ann almost gonna sent some very inappropriate message back to that person... but at last, all thing settled, we explained that we don;t know that person , and that person also appologized for her rudeness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, she called me for the first time, and that's how i know it's a "her" instead a "he"... we chated for few hours... * blush... damn embarass... i mean lazy to write... in short, we've chated for few days non stop... summoer most syok part was that she smsed me to call her, gave me permision, so at least i know she want me to call her... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what i'm going to write NOW, is the main climax of this entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday afternoon, while we're on the phone again, i kinda forgot to pay attention (and i'm still gonna blame that bloody brake system of the chi bai MyVi), i accidentally banged an old fart's car... the most unsyok thing is, his bloody old car unscratched (well, maybe there's 2... or 3... scratch.. =.=''' ) any my new Myvi (not even start her first service yet...) Bumper "lip" liao... =.=''' bloody hell i can't believe an old fart's car is stronger than my new, out of factory car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i don;t have to pay that old fart, and i decided not to talk to her for a while, since i know i'll get upset, and afraid all shoot anyone beside me....then somehow dunno why we start argueing... she said she bring bad luck to me, make me had accident... i tried to explain to her, and told her not to worry, blah blah blah, but she nv listen... so i fed up liao, tell her to calm down, then sms me when she ready to talk again, then i left my phone in ex-"hong kong shopping center" to change the cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some while, after i took back the phone, she keep sms me and tried to call me, ask me why nv pick up phone... then keep say she dunwan friend with me anymore because she bad luck and talk all crap and nonesense... at this moment, i finally know why all the people say girl is very very hard to understand... in my opinion, it's IMPOSSIBLE to understand them... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she refused to reply my sms, and refuse to answer my call. without choice, i left her alone loh... let her calm down abit... that night we continue the plan... go SODA clubbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot... what a syok night ah... after reach there, the familiar atmosphere, the familiar song, familiar toilet bowl (my best companion when i'm super drunk...) and to me and hing chun suprise, there HE was!!! the one and only TERRY LAW!!!!   DAMN THAT BASTARD COME CLUBBING NV CALL ME!!!!!! we've chat, drank, and see how he hug this bar girl, hug that promo girl with envy eyes and rage in heart.... *ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good time never last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, Yong Fatt told us that he lost he phone... HC helped him find the phone for 1 hour, minimum, with no result... basically that incident made me less "cake" liao... not as enjoy as before liao... can;t really enjoy when your friend finding the phone... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's like a sweet, sweet, ham sap dream compare to what's gonna happen next.. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... some people who knew Yong Fatt joined our gang, and in the middle of syoking, the bouncer caught one of his friend... damn that chi bai fella... never use his brain one!! he dare to open a "5 chai pill" in front of the bouncer!!! never sangka that guy cake until like that!!!! sien gau... anyway, he was "invited" into the bouncer room, and hc go help him... and i help other people exit the club, afraid they also kena together... and to mysuprise, another yong fatt's friend keep shaking his head...... DAMN!!!!! tak sangka all this penis head bring "feng tao pill" also!!!! what the hell!!!! here is club lah not disco lah!!! ji bai gia!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky the bouncer nv see him, so i draged all the people out of the club, then i went backt o the bouncer room, try to help... after i entered the room, to my suprise, not only that "5 chai" guy bring 5 chai, he even bring a bloody metal rod!!! A WEAPON??!!! ma hai nv thought got people so lan stupid... even lan tao also 100% more clever than them!! come clubbing bring what weapon???!!! lan jiao!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my suprise, i saw yong fatt's phone on the table... at least SOME good news appeared... after i thanked the bouncer, try to take the phone bank, he slaped my hand, and said he found the phone on one of yong fatt's friend's sox.... WTF????? OMG WHAT KIND OF DAY IS THIS?? IMPOSSIBLE SO MANY CONFUSE THING HAPPEN IN 1 BLOODY CHEE BYE NIGHT MAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ok... breath, wei ken... relax... what done is done... breath in... breath out... breath in... breath out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm the ONLY sane person in the room (2 "beika" + 1 "thieve"), i negotiated with the bouncer, and agreed that if the owner of the phone doesn't want to charge, the thieve guy can go. and he can overlook the 5 chai incident. but the weapon... THE BLOODY CHEE BYE WEAPON!!!!!........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've tried all the way tried to find yong fatt. to my suprise, i cannot find him ANYWHERE. then not long after, i was chased away from the bouncer room... hing chun (1 of the beika) has to handle thing on his own... which i don;t really think he can handle... anyway, i pass my phone to hc, to keep contact with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i rejoined the survivor outside the club, to my suprise, the "feng tou" ka ate "lok lok" outside the club, without money to pay, and i have to pay RM31 for that bloody ji bai!!!! diu!!! feng tou my feng tou lah!!!! eat what ji bai lok lok!!! i'm so angry i almost grabed the lok lok stick and push them into his bloody ji bai ass hole liao... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i took care of all the survivor, try not to let them run over by car, and most importantly, try not to let them eat anymore bloody lok lok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after alot of hours, the captives came out from the jail, so i approach them to see how i can help... the first glance they saw me, they yell at me (including hing chun) "DIU DON;T COME NEAR!!! DON;T FAN US!! WE DISSCUSSING!! YOU GO MAMAK EAT!!"... =.='' i think i should improve my vocab liao because i can;t think of anything to marah liao... anyway, frustrated, i sit in the mamak, wait for them to finish disscuss. finally everyone finish talking, and we're once again on our way back to sweet sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing pop in my mind after the chaos is... where the hell is my phone? later she call me i didn;t get then die loh... so i ask the phone from the swearing hing chun, which said want to call all the sungai buloh sargeant, officer come ganas them, and another beika also say wan call what taiko what tailou come revenge... anyway, after i asked for th phone, hc said... "diu dun have lah!!! all kena rampas by them!!! only i took back mine because i stay there to help!"... stone loh... diu just now all i did is what? eat shit ah? eat lok lok ah!!!! i never even get the chance to eat lok lok leh!!! summore have to pay for bloody RM31 lok lok!!!! diu most importantly, THE GIRL AH!!!! I BLOODY CARE WHAT PHONE KENA RAMPAS MEH!!! I JI BAI CARE YOU GOT SARGEANT FRIEND MEH!! I LAN JIAO CARE YOUR TAILO GOT 1000 MA CHAI MEH!!! I CARE ABOUT MY GIRL AH!!!!!!! DIU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... breath in... breath out... breath in.... breath out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... what's done is done... cannot do anything liao... can only take back the phone after this night... i shout at the speeding, blured, caked hing chun, so we can actually survive to take back the bloody phone, and i sented those beika back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually that night not all thing is bad.... at least one of the beika (a girl) still have the sanity to at least say "thank you" to me... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------sunday------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't do anything.... no phone, no girl, no plan, so i decided to head for the office, try to finish the super page and yellow page design... i told my mom, whoever called me, ask them to call the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i work until 8pm (... not exactly work... 2/3 of the time i was watching anime... lol) and i reach home, my mom told me Hing chun tried to reach me... damn i almost snap at my mom liao... raised my voice abit (still regreting it.. =.=''')... anyway, i told what happened last night, and my car, to my parents... as always, my parents understand the situation, never really scold me... then finally it came back to my memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE KIM ANN'S CARD, AND THROUGH KIM ANN I CAN FIND HING CHUN MAH!! damn why i nv thought of this ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i quickly phone him, and found out he's going to take the phone back... after some hour, he phone me again, and gave me back my phone outside his house... and to my suprise, the first word come out form my mouth is "woah!"... 58 miss call.... =.=''' damn... i tried to call her and explain, but she nv pick up the phone... so i can  only sent some sms to her, then go to sleep liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------- monday ----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew... after i wake up, i recievved her message liao... i think it's okay liao... but i dunno... deep inside me i think something has changed... dunno lah... i think this time fail again liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to think... cannot be one mah... we never even met... is she trying to use me to fill her time? she told me she just broke up with her boy friend... somehow i thought i'm the one who is playing, leading and control the game... but somehow... i think the situation going to terbalik soon liao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot one woh... people say love in first sight, and i alraedy dun believe that... now we haven't see each other yet.... sigh... dunno lah... hope she's not ugly or fat or just simply play with me lah... (not that i hate fat people... just some childhood trauma made me dislike having a fat gf... =.=''' dun ask...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry long or not? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah... i not yet buy the bloody monitor so i cannot update my blog frequently... alot of stuff happened and i dun really have the time to type in ffice... except today... no time also must make time... just wanna rant, let go of the rage in my heart since that clubbing night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114706664764054920?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114706664764054920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114706664764054920&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114706664764054920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114706664764054920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/05/be-prepare-its-loooooooooong-entry.html' title='Be prepare... it&apos;s a Loooooooooong entry....'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114663050078983799</id><published>2006-05-03T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:28:20.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mwahahahaha.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#98FB98;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'll get at least 90%... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lazy write blog ah... lazy fix the stupid computer, and lazy to write blog in office... =.='''&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114663050078983799?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114663050078983799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114663050078983799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114663050078983799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114663050078983799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/05/mwahahahaha.html' title='mwahahahaha.....'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114619830769300718</id><published>2006-04-28T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:49:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To help or not to help?</title><content type='html'>Did you ever have this feeling, that you really want to giv some advice to your friend, but dunno if it's suitable or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm not too dependable, so not many people actually talk to me when they have some problem. But still, somtime, when they do, I dunno what kind of advice i should give them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the advice i can give, are all positive thinking. But i also know that, not all advice are also suitable for all situation. for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advice A good for situation B, but not to B1, beacuse some small details that you need to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a scenario...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Fatt's GF "fly" him for another guy a few month ago, and being an ex-samseng (at least that's what he told me...), he say even though he won;t whack him, his "heng dai" will whack that guy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told him "what's the point? either u whack him urself, or ur brother whack him, people will know YOU'RE the one who whack him... There's not wrong in love... summore last time u also rampas alot people's girl mah... kena "giu" 1 girl... cin cai lah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he told me "I memang "giu" other people's gf, and i'm ready for them to whack me. it's thier problem that they nv do." ( Walau u so big size and so many brother who dare whack u?? not fair loh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Then u also not need whack him loh. generous abit. show them the girl mean nothing to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Sorry loh. i need face one... If people see i kena "giu" but never take action, they will look down on me one loh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i wanted to say that... i cannot give good advice... that's all i wanna say... =.='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114619830769300718?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114619830769300718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114619830769300718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114619830769300718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114619830769300718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-help-or-not-to-help.html' title='To help or not to help?'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114602280450354374</id><published>2006-04-26T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T11:40:04.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W900i... The End... =(</title><content type='html'>Okay i'm suppose to get my W900i on last saturday, which my friend promised. She asked me meet her at the Mc D opposite of sungei wang and we can finally get the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yong Fatt reached that place, and we've waited from 5:30 till 7:30, and the guy who got our phone never appeared... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month of waiting and this is the result.. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, Yong Fatt got molested (by none other than muscle-loving Vivian... :) ), i'm phoneless, and Vivian RM2k less (which, according to Yong Fatt, she's bluffing...)... =.=''' lucky i never pay deposit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... any suggestion for any new phone model? :) Yong Fatt suggest L7, but i kinda still like that W900i... can't make my decision...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114602280450354374?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114602280450354374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114602280450354374&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114602280450354374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114602280450354374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/04/w900i-end.html' title='W900i... The End... =('/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114550142916777096</id><published>2006-04-20T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T12:06:21.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Namo Amitabha......</title><content type='html'>Nope i'm not dead yet... but my closest friend almost died... twice in this week... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... dunno he make who unhappy lah... that time when i reach his house, i found him half dead liao... wah so scare ah.... after 1 week they told me he's fine... just some internal organ unrepairable liao... =.=''' wah after i heard that news i almost break down ah... A few years ago i met him he also got alot of problem liao... we've used 1 year time tried to solve his health problem, and i thought he was cured... sigh... They told me his health condition very bad liao... kena alot of virus that i cannot remember thier scientific name... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after they've treated him, of course i'm the one who fetch him back... we've spent the night together until 7am something... We've played, we've chat with other girls, we surf web together... :D... ah.... sweet, sweet quality time.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that night, i went back to my place to take a nap, and sleep until afternoon. i felt boring, so decided to find him and play. To my suprise, I found him breathless liao!!!!!!! OMG i paniced, and sent him back to the same place where they saved him before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for them to see what's wrong with him, i started to think back how we met in selayang mall, the time we spent trying to cure him, the girls we chat together... games that we've enjoyed together, movies that we watched together... sigh.... dun wan think liao... make me wanna cry... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long day of waiting, they told me that he can be save afterall... lucky last time the part they implanted in him still got warranty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURSE the stupid thunderstorm that fried my computer's motherboard again... =.=''' next time gonna take great care of him liao... i still got alot of anime and porno not yet back up ah... =.=''' scare me like hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D and that's why i didn't update my blog for so long... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114550142916777096?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114550142916777096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114550142916777096&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114550142916777096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114550142916777096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/04/namo-amitabha.html' title='Namo Amitabha......'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114526724987403758</id><published>2006-04-17T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:47:29.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another personality test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#C0E3F3;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be A Sagittarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDF0F9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/sagittarius.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about you: bold and adventure loving, life is one big party for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bad about you: you don't think before speaking - and you often regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love: you're flirtatiously playful, but you never play games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you're: the one who keeps everyone laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal job: fortune teller, philosopher, or athlete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of fashion: your own mix of vintage and new pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to pig out on: anything you haven't tried before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Sign Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah... so true... but i like leo better leh... seems more fierce and pride...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114526724987403758?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114526724987403758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114526724987403758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114526724987403758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114526724987403758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-personality-test.html' title='another personality test...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114472990682768981</id><published>2006-04-11T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:42:41.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好！非常好！YES!!!</title><content type='html'>Those who do/did/done Direct selling, might recognize that motto... That's what I heard whole night yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, Daphne asked me to go to this business &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;, which I dun really like, but wanted to do something more useful then sitting in home, read Chronicle of Narnia or yam cha with friend, so I decided to drag my lazy butt and attend the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After back from work, I have VERY little time to bath, change, then I have to rush all the way to Daphne's house to fetch her.... And like always, Sg. Buloh is JAMMED with cars... =.=''' Long story short, By the time we reach the hall, we were late for 1 hour... Luckily Dexter somehow knew that I'll definitely arrive late (yeah... I'm notorious for being late... EVERYTIME) so the time that he told us is actually 1 hour earlier than the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;, and we are just in time to listen to the first word came out from that speaker's mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, I realized that it's NOT a business course... It's in fact a LB (Lamp Berger) mind washing session!!!! OMG!!!! I kena tricked!!! Sigh... It's too late for me now... I was tainted by LB's idea and motto and everything... I just wish my friend will never leave me... Sob... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least those are what I thought at first.. :) I kept an open mind and listen to what they have to say... Most of the stuff the speaker said are kinda true... Direct seller, in my opinion, are 1 of the most positive thinking person in the whole world... And some of the more successful Direct sellers profit has so many zeros that I actually lost count... =.=''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how everyone look at direct seller, But I have much respect for them... At least respect to those who are ACTUALLY willing to work hard... Direct selling is a very cruel world... Either you put 110% of your effort in it, or else you gonna fail miserably... But for those we can bear the training, the tense and the suffering, you'll come out as a more confidence, successful, very GENG person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is if you can tahan all those hell training.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really interested in joining the direct selling firm to get rid of my lazy bones (Yeah... They've successfully Brainwashed me...) But deep down inside me, I still have doubt in direct selling... Deep down inside me, a voice telling me not to do it... I dunno it's the devil or the angel, but I'm gonna listen to everything first before make decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah... We've arranged another meeting (and no... It's not all about LB... I won;t attend it if it's all about LB... We'll discuss some personal problem I have to solve soon... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, after that brain washing session, I have to rush back to Sg. Buloh, drop Daphne off with her friend, and rush to another Yam cha session with Suki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to let you Rest your eye, there's a second part for this.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- To be continue --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114472990682768981?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114472990682768981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114472990682768981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114472990682768981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114472990682768981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/04/yes.html' title='好！非常好！YES!!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114472841044315917</id><published>2006-04-11T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:47:15.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好！非常好！YES!!! -- e.p.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- Continue --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some prologue of how this yam cha session took place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, 12:45, while I'm sleeping, I was awaked by a telephone call... Unwillingly, I picked up the phone, and it's a girl that I never met.. =.='' here's the conversation (roughly... I was sleeping, remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: Hey is this Ken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *yawn... Oh yeah... whazzup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: Haha... You doing what? I now at mamak alone woh... wan yam cha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (WTF???????) Huh? Seriously?? (look at phone... No name...) uh... Who are u ah? Cannot recognize your voice leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: LOL... Call me "Wu Ming Shi" (no name) lah... How? wan yam cha? I very lonely lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (where got so big gap la (frog) fly around one??) Huh? Tonight ah? Cannot leh.. Tomorrow got work.. I have to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: come out lah... You can wake up tomorrow one lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (uh-huh....) hmm... Then you really alone ah? Got anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: No woh.... Really alone... So sien lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? No other leng lui ah? Then dunwan lah... Zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: aiyo got me enough liao mah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (=_='' OMG I'm gonna get rape by her....) uh sorry lah today really cannot... Tomorrow I'll call you again yam cha lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: you say one ah! You call me tomorrow ah... I'm free on 11:45...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ok!! See you on tomorrow 11:45... BTW what's your real name? I need to save your name in my phone book leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: Mmmm... You can call me Suki.. :) See you tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ok good night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that LB session, I've sent Daphne to her friend, who's waiting at a mamak store, then I go and pick up Hing Chun and Yong Fatt, and head to another yam cha session... After Suki gave the direction, we're back to the same mamak where I drop Daphne... OMG I'm damn embarrass that I almost wanna make some wild reason and go other place yam cha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, Suki IS Daphne's friend... argg.... There's some very awkward stuff happened between me and Daphne so the moment she saw my car... Damn the whole face changed... wah... I dunno how to react at all... God must hate me to pull this jokes on me... Bloody hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was surprised, because Suki and Yong Fatt knew each other before too... Daphne is Hing Chun's relative, and the whole relation on that table, very very complicated... Headache man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, enough ranting... What's past was past... No use sulk in that unfortunate event... Yeah we've talked, joked, advised (for some reason all the girl I met recently all have problem... And with Yong Fatt around, they'll tell him their problem, and we sit there, listen to them council... =.='') And I went back at 2am (I think) that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah btw, i found out before that yam cha, Suki is another girl that he SMSed by using my phone... =.=''''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114472841044315917?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114472841044315917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114472841044315917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114472841044315917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114472841044315917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/04/yes-ep2.html' title='&amp;#22909;&amp;#65281;&amp;#38750;&amp;#24120;&amp;#22909;&amp;#65281;YES!!! -- e.p.2'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114429626523994819</id><published>2006-04-06T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T12:08:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Lucky Number Slevin</title><content type='html'>Ok... I decided to try to write a movie review again... Last time I failed... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I've watched this film yesterday, accidentally... I wanted to watch shaggy dog or maybe ice age 2, but the seats are all taken... Bloody hell... Stupid people got nothing To do on Wednesday night... All go watch movie... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked the ticket seller what he recommend, and he said this movie. Lazy to choose anymore, and that's the earliest movie we can watch, so I bought the tickets and go in the cinema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what's that movie is about... Totally clueless... So the first 30 minutes I just watch the movie, without knowing what 's going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a great movie... Maybe at first I had low expectation, that's why I think it's a great movie. I figured that if you have high expectation, the satisfaction you got will get less... It's like when you espect your son to get an B, And he got a A, you'll feel happy, but not excited... If you expect him to get a C, and he got an A, think of the celebration you're planning for him.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo off topic liao... =.='' Well, I'll try not to reveal any story, since even a bit can ruin the fun of this movie... The way the director play with the angle, is impressive... You'll be amazed even by the first scene, in the bus/ train station... The color, the angel.... Simply beautiful... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plotting and the story is what attracted me... This is not a linear story line, which you have to pay attention to EVERY scene, which is quite hard to do especially you had NO IDEA what this story is about... But the director was kind enough to put back short reels to remind you previous scenes at the correct time, so you'll go "Ooo... So THAT's what happened..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best part of the movie was the dialogue... The dialogues are Intelligent, Unpredictable, confusing, AND funny at the same time... I salute the script writer... gonna go find that movie's script and read it... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie doesn't have any boring scene at all.. When it's not action, it's funny scene... And for the first time, I think Lucy Liu is cute... :D Song Yuan... This movie got Lucy Liu ah... Fast fast buy original CD and simpan loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this movie was so good, it made me write this review... So go see it... Go now... NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/2308/1600/2979poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/818/2308/320/2979poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Kansas City Shuffle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/22654269-114429626523994819?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114429626523994819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114429626523994819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114429626523994819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114429626523994819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/04/movie-review-lucky-number-slevin.html' title='Movie Review: Lucky Number Slevin'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114422567232547857</id><published>2006-04-05T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:06:52.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun raised from west that morning! -e.p.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...continue...&lt;br /&gt;Woah... I've spent too long to update this story... Dun even remember how to start again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, after that faithful Loft day, The whole gang decided to go and watch a movie... That movie is "Don't open your eyes"... It suppose to be a scary movie, but the director is Wong Jing (The director that worked with steven chow long time ago...) so we all expected it to be funny instead of scary... and we're right.. :) it's a very poor scary movie, but an average ghost comedy... :) it's worth your money if you have some spare time and you have no where to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, my point is... before we enter the cinema, Yong Fatt received a call from the jockey last time... He said he found the key, and asked us when we'll go and take. So after the movie, me and Yong Fatt went there and retrieved the key... they chat a while, joke around, and we're off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the NEXT day after that, Suk Ming said she want to go and drink some alcohol... She's having some relationship problem... So this time, 4 person gone to loft... Again... (Yong Fatt, Suk Ming, Daphne, and me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 3 times I went to loft in 3 days.... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've went there, let that same jockey parked my car, then we went in loft... This time it's not the same like my clubbing routine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's no bouncer... Not even 1... =.=''' I miss those muscular, abnormal large man... =.='' feel less secure without them walking around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There's no noise... Just music... No customer, no Dancer, no blurred drunk chick, no nothing... Just us, the bartender, a few cleaner, and a few waitress... =.=''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe because it's Sunday night, and everyone need to work the next day, that's why it's not the same as last Friday night... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, due to the lack of people and mood, we just drink and chat... We've moved around a bit to chase off that bored feeling... Yeah anyway, when we almost want to leave, the jockey came up, gave me the key... They want to take early leave because lack of customers... We invited them to sit down and drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how we finished the bottle and made some friends.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. The key was with another jockey... He parked the car, took out the key (for god-know-what reason), and went back home early... That's why we cannot find the key...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, I'm glad that we've made some friends instead of enemy... :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/22654269-114422567232547857?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114422567232547857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114422567232547857&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114422567232547857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114422567232547857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/04/sun-raised-from-west-that-morning-ep2.html' title='The sun raised from west that morning! -e.p.2'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114403569444143446</id><published>2006-04-03T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:32:23.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun rised from west that morning!</title><content type='html'>It's true!!!! i've seen it with my own eyes! i can't believe Bee Yam and Sze mun willing to go clubbing with us! i thought it's an early april fool joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that unforgetable morning, Bee Yam SMSed me, asked me to go to clubbing with her friend... I was like Hiroshima atom bombed by USA, stuned and shocked... after drag a few friends more, we drove to Loft that day, and here's the participant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driver: Yong Fatt&lt;br /&gt;Public Relation: Terry&lt;br /&gt;The "COOL" Guy: Hing Chun&lt;br /&gt;The Beuty: Sze Mun, Bee Yam&lt;br /&gt;The Beast / The Extra Guy: Me~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a typical clubbing routine... except that we drink so little it scares me... can't even finsih half bottle... and we've ordered TWO bottles of whisky... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went quite smoothly, except 1 thing... my lack of communicating skill really crushed my confidence and mood that night... can't make any decent conversation with anyone... sigh... really have to improve that ah... or else gonna be single for life... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some very awful dance, made some boring jokes, dranked a pinch of alcohol and we're ready to head back home at 2:30am... dun scold me because we went home early... it's was friday night and i still have to work on the next day...have only couple hours of sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEN IT HAPPENED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jocky in charge of our car lost the bloody car key.... not the whole bunch of keys... they lost only 1 key... the ignition key... =.=''' spend countless hours searching for it (well, 2 hours to be exact) At last, Yong Fatt lazy to find anymore. He borrowed that jockey's STOLEN bike, asked Hing Chun to follow him back to SG. Buloh to take the spare key... and yeah... not joking with that stolen bike... Yong Fatt told me later that the bike dun have key attached to it... they hijacked it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while waiting for them to come back (Bloody duo never tell us they going back home to take spare key), Bee Yam's friend, Mun Soon and Laurence aka the party organisers, found out that the jocky lost our key... being a responsible hosts, they "talked" to the jocky, almost had a fight with 1 of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i envy they have the guts to stand up to them, help us scold them, despite of thier size, numbers, and that they are gangsters... but then Yong Fatt said another fact that i must agree too... they not steady enough... they don't really ahve to fight with them because of 1 bloody key... summore that's not thier keys either... They shouldn't pick a fight because of the diffrence in size and numbers, and we also have alot of girls follow us... thier action will put all of them in danger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, there's still second part to this story, but i'll post next time... dun even have time to eat lunch yet, and it's alraedy 5:17PM.. =.=''' To sum up this topic, We managed to go home at last, and after i reched home, it's alraedy 5.ooAM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be continue...&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/22654269-114403569444143446?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114403569444143446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114403569444143446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114403569444143446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114403569444143446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/04/sun-rised-from-west-that-morning.html' title='The sun rised from west that morning!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114369278261671893</id><published>2006-03-30T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:26:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W900i</title><content type='html'>Woot!!! finally decided to buy this model after long consideration... a bit big, but it covered everything that i need... superb mp3 player, good camera, a phone... too bad it's so bulky it's gonna attact alot of extra attention from the ladies on the street once i slid it in my npocket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my new friend, Vivian,  said she can get me that phone with 2k, + 1G memory... after pursuaded by Hinc Chun and Yong Fatt, i decided to waste a bit of money to buy something i want. But she said that i need to pay her first, then her friend will bring the phone to me 1 week after... At that point i hesitated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i trust her? i only met her for 2 times... The way she talk showes that she's not trust worthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some serious thinking, i asked her to help me get the phone first, then i'll pay her. she seems aren't that willing... i understand how she feel... she was thinking the exact same thing as i am... scare of being cheat by other people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate all this guessing and doubting game... but i have to do this... i have to protect myself... i really hate the selfish side of me... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that at one time, Cheng Wai (anotehr secondary friend) was having financial problem. He went to alot of people, all refused to help him. At last, he found Kim Ann (Another... ah... lazy explain liao), and He corrowed Chen Wai 2k to help him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i heard till this part, i started to think... if Chen Wai asked money from me, will i borrow him? If King Soong and Hing Chun decided to borrow money from me, will i borrow them?  2k for me now is kinda little, but what if 10k? 20k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire Kim Ann's courage of helping him... i don't think he had that much of money back then and 2k probably are kinda alot for him that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... i really need to trust people more... People probably will call me stupid if i mistrusted someone, but when do i care what other people think? as long as i know i'm not afraid to trust people. as long as i know that i still have hope for humanity. despite the reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114369278261671893?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114369278261671893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114369278261671893&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114369278261671893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114369278261671893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/w900i.html' title='W900i'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114369066508226246</id><published>2006-03-30T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:51:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a phase...</title><content type='html'>Recently i met a lot of new faces, befriended with them, and gotten kinda close with some of them too... but recently i got this feeling... the more friend i got, the more lonely i'm feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, there's some problem with my computer... can't open it for some bizzare reason... With nothing else to do, i decided to call some of my friend to have a drink nearby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrolling through the phone book, i've excluded the unknown telephone number i saved, new and not that close friend, etc etc, and i found out that i only have that a few friend that will actually come out with me... and all of them replied "dun wan lah" "lazy liao" "next time lah"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly realised that although i have alot of friend, but i'm not that close with most of them... of all those phone number, only that few number that i'm familiar with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno lah really tak biasa express myself... guess it's just a phase... hope it'll pass soon... have to start work on my people skill liao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114369066508226246?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114369066508226246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114369066508226246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114369066508226246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114369066508226246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-just-phase.html' title='It&apos;s just a phase...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114351820389630907</id><published>2006-03-28T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:56:43.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天生一对</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Audrey sent me a site that can test compatibility between me and you... try it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://katabana.matchren.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114351820389630907?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114351820389630907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114351820389630907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114351820389630907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114351820389630907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_27.html' title='天生一对'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114317034070869924</id><published>2006-03-24T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:23:29.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Quiz~~~</title><content type='html'>I've always obsessed with personality quiz... it help me kill the time and know more about myself better... :) Found this on my friend Iris's blog so i tried it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(230, 230, 250);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: August 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a cohesive force - able to bring many people together for a common cause.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to excel in work situations, but you also facilitate a lot of social gatherings too.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond being a good leader, you are good at inspiring others.&lt;br /&gt;You also keep your powerful emotions in check - you know when to emote and when to repress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Emotional maturity beyond your years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Wearing yourself down with too many responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Crimson red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Snowflake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&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/22654269-114317034070869924?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114317034070869924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114317034070869924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114317034070869924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114317034070869924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/personality-quiz.html' title='Personality Quiz~~~'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114301510827844179</id><published>2006-03-22T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:11:48.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~Just give Pork a chance~~~</title><content type='html'>I admit that i got some issue to work on... So bad of me to degrade someone like that... well i want to use this chance to say sorry to those pork... i mean ladies that i met that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up my mistakes, One of the ladies, Vivian, called me again yesterday, so me, Yong Fatt and Yau Sook (another new friend), decided to meet them. To show my respect to them and my determination to change, i even rejected my other group of friend's invitation ( Hing Chun and Kenneth..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG mistake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like Deja Vu all over again. They ask us to go to setapak, We listen to thier direction, got lost in Cheras. NVM we'll just ask other person... Hing Chun... and got lost again In MRR2... NVM i said i'll change so i'll tahan the mistakes, asked another bystander... GOT LOST AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours and hours of driving and getting lost, we reached the destination... Not a big group... 2 girls (including Vivian) and another guy. Before i even sit down, that guy seems very anticipated and excited to see us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Hey nice to meet you. I've waited so long to meet you... :D... I got a business that you will surely interest in... XD "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=''''' to tell you the truth i reallly dunno how to responce in that situation. I promise to change, so i cannot shoot him gau gau... But it's really annoying that i drove for so many hours... to listen to a BLOODY BASTARD GIVING ME LECTURE???!!!.... sorry... lost control ... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, maybe i can learn something or whatever, i'll give him a chance.. :) Breath in- Breath out- Breath in - Breath out... yup... relax liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he was introducing some product, called Omegatrend or something... works like bonus link... You call outstation, you gain some point. You buy something, you gain some point. But instead of exchange the point to get free stuff, you'll get money. and it worlk like LV and Elke, the more downline you have using the product, the more points you'll get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Basically after that part, i ignore him completely... so are the other people... appearently Vivian and his gal friend are also in the same business... yup... this yam cha session is a god damn trap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... this is what you'll get if you give those pork chop....... i mean ladies a second chance... =.='' believe me... i've tried... sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114301510827844179?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114301510827844179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114301510827844179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114301510827844179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114301510827844179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-give-pork-chance.html' title='~~~Just give Pork a chance~~~'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114270866489401078</id><published>2006-03-19T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:21:43.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired,,,, REALLY tired... =.=''' stupid pork chop... =.='''</title><content type='html'>surrounded by pork chop for whole day... have to drive to kl, see a bunch of pork chop, then keep U-turn between mines and belutong for hell know how many times, because of some stupid instruction given by some pork chop, then finally reached the destination, ended up surrounded by MORE PORK CHOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn... i'm sick of pork... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In detail:&lt;br /&gt;Yong Fatt asked me to go to Sungei Wang, because his SMS friend's academy is having a fashion show (Snipe Academy... some hair stylist academy...). We had no problem reaching there, although dunno for what reason we decided to park in Time Square and walk there... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show.... are kinda lame from a designer's view (not a pro designere, but STILL a designer none the less...) but if you think it as some autie barber shop presentation show, it's still ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, Yong Fatt introduce me to his friend, Vivian, and she introduced us some of her friend too... yup... 1st group of pork chop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they finished packing, they say wanted to go to thier another friend's saloon opening ceremony. We dun really mind the distance, because we thought there are at least 1 chun chick at that place... we were too optimist... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some pork chop's stupid instruction, we've gone in and out of Belutong at least 4 times (I lost count due to the fact that I'M DRIVING!!!) at last, we found the place, and to our suprise, there it was... pork chop heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, stayed there for a while, ate some not that tasty buffet, and Yong Fatt got molested the whole night.... omg what a nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, we managed to escape from that "heaven", because HC called and invite us to go watch UNDERWORLD. well, he didn;t actually invited us. he bought the ticket without us knowing it. so with only 30 minuits time, we have to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. leave that heaven, which is VERY HARD because those pork chop really dun wan to let us go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fetch a porkchop back to her apartment, which is mediocre hard, although we've lost at some point and lost precious time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. rush to cinema in less than 10 minuits.... from KL... with Traffic jam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the result was that we've late for 30 minuits, watched the movie (Yong Fatt slept through the movie, while i was too tired to focus on the movie, with beds and pillow filled my mind...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... After some calculation, i've spend over 15 hours in a car today. except for those event mentioned above, today i have to drive to klang, get 4 package, then drive back to PWTC, then turn back to factory before parking for the stupid trolley THEN head back to PWTC again... skiped my breakfast, and with over 5 person keep calling me every minuits, rushing me to deliver the bloody package... =.='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114270866489401078?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114270866489401078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114270866489401078&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114270866489401078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114270866489401078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/tired-really-tired-stupid-pork-chop.html' title='Tired,,,, REALLY tired... =.=&apos;&apos;&apos; stupid pork chop... =.=&apos;&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114270689670580684</id><published>2006-03-19T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T07:33:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一。。。</title><content type='html'>一個人吃飯&lt;br /&gt;一個人看戲&lt;br /&gt;一個人逛街&lt;br /&gt;一個人睡覺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一個人玩樂&lt;br /&gt;一個人傷心&lt;br /&gt;一個人哭泣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22年的一個人。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放棄了。。。習慣了。。。累了。。。算了。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114270689670580684?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114270689670580684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114270689670580684&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114270689670580684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114270689670580684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='一。。。'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114244185745592047</id><published>2006-03-16T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:13:00.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W~~~~~ATAAAA!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Remember a few post ago i said i want to learn weng chun? Today i finally got a chance to follow Yong Fatt to one of the martial art class. His master asked him to go back to the dojo and teach. I just follow him, and depend on the situation there, i'll decided whether to learn or to chicken out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His master's dojo is in Sri Hartamas, abit too far for me, but i don;t really mind, if i go straight to that place after work, and rest there. So the distance is not a problem. After i went in, i was amazed by those gym equipment. Damn they have more stuff to play with than that stupid Kelab Rahman Putra gym!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we reach there, his master is training other people, so i stand there and watch... and all those basic training looks so.... painful =.=''''' .... wah i dunno if i can tahan for even 1 day man... and that's only the basic training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they done training, and i got some brouchure, we went yam cha with one of Yong Fatt's senior. The've talked alot about the dojo, some funny competition/exam stuff and the master. Believe it or not, their master is VERY famous. black belt 6th, and whole malaysia only got 2 people with that title... That is the second best title. The best title is black belt 7th, and that guy is a japanese... Thier master also good with business. From proton perdana, switched to BMW in half year, and now planing to change again. into a Benz...=.='' never knew coaching is so rewarding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But according to thier story, this martial art learning process is a hell. try break a 1 inch thick board with your bare fist. try it.. =.=''' chee sin... i dunno i can tahan or not. i think i'll cry after see that bloody board... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Yong Fatt said that he maybe want to learn something new. like dancing for instance. or something. so... any suggestion? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114244185745592047?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114244185745592047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114244185745592047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114244185745592047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114244185745592047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/wataaaa.html' title='W~~~~~ATAAAA!!!!!!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114210989478532872</id><published>2006-03-12T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T04:44:54.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Effect...</title><content type='html'>This few day damn busy. Almost everyday also got go yam cha and event going around. Can't believe a few weeks ago i stayed in home almost everynight, play flyff... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It's a great thing that i've met Yong Fatt again... :) To tell the truth, i'm not close with him when we're in secondary. But a few months ago, we met again at kinrara, and we've keep in contact ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His my another turning point in life. When i started to feel like i'm sinking into the routine life cycle, he pulled me out from the pit hole, and introduce me into his world... The OTHER world that i knew it existed, but never got the chance and guts to know it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was an ex-gangster. Lots of "pek yao" story behind his scars, and lots of stuff that i never heard of, and lots of other things that can grab my attention for a very loooooong time... :) The way he's living are totally different than me, and i'm glad he accepted me as who i am, not trying to convert me or what ever, and introduce me to his other friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda nervous at first, because those HK film mislead me. But in reality, they are friendly, funny, open, and very nice to hang out with... :) They also got lots of activities that i never knew exist. Today we've planed to go to subang, because some Japanese racers came here and going to "Piu Yee", perform those uber skills in movies like Initial D... I was like woahhhhhh i never knew got this kind of activities one... althought when we reach there, the "performance" has ended and we not even got the chance to look at the car or driver or anything, but still, my point is that i can see alot of things from a different point of view. and i'm lovin it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard of the phrase "butterfly effect"? Some scientist said that a flip of wing from butterfly, in one part of the world, can cause tornadoes in another part of the world. The chain reaction that we caused from our daily activities, EVERYTHING, can decide how we will live our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a point in writing this topic. Just want to say that I appreciate all of you. All of my friend. All the living organism in this planet. Without you, I won't be the same person as i am now. You help made me into who i am, today. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114210989478532872?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114210989478532872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114210989478532872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114210989478532872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114210989478532872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/butterfly-effect.html' title='Butterfly Effect...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114201433271306298</id><published>2006-03-11T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T10:39:18.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid, stupid day....</title><content type='html'>Yup. Today is a stupid day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm suppose to take a bag sample to my client before i go to work, but that stupid company still not open yet.. =.='' i mean come on man, it's alraedy 8:30 man!!! can't believe got people work late then me (except my father, of course). anyway, being a very UNDERSTANDING person, i don;t really mind that and found a restaurant, slowly had my breakfast. Well that "Tom-Yam Pan Mee" was quite delicious so i'm not mad about that company anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. The worst is coming... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok after i reach the office, my father straight away bombarded me. He is suppose to recieve some artwork through e-mail, from China, and I've recieved it yesterday. here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "OI WHY YOU NEVER DO THAT ARTWORK FOR ME??? I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO DO THAT YESTERDAY!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Ya, i open liao. But the artwork got problem woh. I thought i told you yesterday liao? I--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "GOT PROBLEM YOU DUNNO HOW TO FIX AH??? VERY IMPORTANT STUFF ONE AH!!! CALL YOU DO ONE EASY THING U ALSO DUNNO HOW TO DO AH??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: "I got try to do liao. Not my problem. Is that stupid designer never save properly. I cannot open the file."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "WHAT CANNOT OPEN!! PEOPLE THERE TRY LIAO CAN OPEN WHY YOU CANNOT OPEN??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: "I really donno woh. Probably when sent e-mail got problem gua. Always got this thing happe--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "WHAT PROBLEM??? WHY I ALWAYS ASK YOU DO THING ALSO GOT PROBLEM?? EVERYTIME ASK YOU ALSO SO MANY THING TO SAY!! WHY YOU NEVER TELL ME GOT PROBLEM?? THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT ONE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: "I dunno it's important. I--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "DUNNO IMPORTANT CANNOT ASK AH!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I almost shouted :"Diu. I dunno how i ask??" But i managed to gulp that down....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "YOU NOW FAST FAST GO USJ THERE HELP ME SETTLE THIS THING!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... practically that ruined my entire day... I do admit i got do wrong. But i not "song" my father blame me for something i cannot fix.. =.=''' Summore i really hate that word: "IF YOU DUNNO CANNOT ASK AH??"... stupid phrase... how the hell i know i need to ask? it's like shouting "HOW THE HELL YOU DUNNO HOW MANY BULU I HAVE??? DUNNO CANNOT ASK AH??? WHY THE HELL YOU DIDN'T ASK???"... very illogical phrase... =.=''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, got out with my friends Yam Cha so yeah... Feeling much better liao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114201433271306298?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114201433271306298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114201433271306298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114201433271306298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114201433271306298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupid-stupid-day.html' title='Stupid, stupid day....'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114170966111425636</id><published>2006-03-07T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:37:52.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yin and Yang</title><content type='html'>One of my friend told me yesterday, that he never believe that fate exist. He believe that we are the one that creating opportunity, and Fate, is cause by our action. Then my other friend believe that Fate control us. Who you met, How you met, What you did, all was controled by fate. And both of them ask me, "What do y ou believe in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me only a few minuits to decide which side i'm with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we control fate, and fate control us. hmmm... wait let me rephrase that. We and Fate co-exist with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we are the one that control our action, and our action can alter the path of fate. We have the power to choose which path we'll follow, and We have the knowledge to know where will the path we chose will lead us to. That is why i said we can alter the path of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in another point of view, we also controled by fate. Our action, our ways of thinking things, our decision, ALL of them are affected by fate. Fate, can decide who we will meet, and that person might change the rest of your life. Every second that you're living, every decision u make, are affected by your personality, which are affected by the family you're born in, friends that you hang out with, teachers that you study under, etc etc... And faith is the "one" that lead you into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i wrote, it seems that fate is more superior, but no. We human have the ability change. We are more capable to change, if compare to other life form on earth. We're able to change the way we think, the way we act, the way we live. Most importantly, We, are the one who do the decision making. You can't say things like "Let fate decide." Fate only can lead you to the door. You're the one who choose whether to open it, or ignore it, or choose the next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin and Yang. Fate and Decision. Man and Woman. Love and Hate. Everything in this world are balanced. You get some, you lose some. You give some, you get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooo...... think too much liao... my brain cannot take it liao... =.=''' all this phylosophy stuff not suit me and my brain at all... =.='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114170966111425636?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114170966111425636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114170966111425636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114170966111425636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114170966111425636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/yin-and-yang.html' title='Yin and Yang'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114162147401042008</id><published>2006-03-06T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:11:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Row, Row, Row your boat...</title><content type='html'>No, no... i didn't row any boat last weekend. I'll explain it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the same routine for whole of last week. Wake up, Work, Go home, Computer, Sleep.... Basically nothing exciting happened... until yesterday, Sunday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i'm spamming skill in Flyff and complain that i have no life, one of my friend called. So i rushed out (Yeah the reson i rushed is because he said got 2 girls waiting for me... o.O).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've met in Sg. Buloh, and i was quite disappointed after i saw that two girls... :( anwyay, my friend told me that he was dumbedby his gf... ooow.... so charm... althought i dunno what that feeling is.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. like all those who got dumbed, he bought 4 cans of beer, and lead me to a lake side, called Tasik Biru or something... yeah... that's the paradise for those itchy couple to save some money from rent those cheap motel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked, we joked, we laugh, we drank, and we scared the shit out of ourself... =.='' stupid lake looked damn creepy... dark, misty, those annoying noices, cars that constant shaking, mourning...... ANYWAY, i don't really have the mood to seduce that 2 girls so we decided to go home around 1am or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol... let me guess something... you thought i'll talk about my friends problem here? hehehe... so busy body for what? whatever happened happened... he decided to try and see whether can save the relationship or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time i've asked him and that 2 girls to bring people, and we'll boogy in Soda club... sigh... kinda sick of that place... what to do... they say want there... i better start find someone to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... plain and boring week....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114162147401042008?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114162147401042008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114162147401042008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114162147401042008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114162147401042008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/03/row-row-row-your-boat.html' title='Row, Row, Row your boat...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114110122024940576</id><published>2006-02-28T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:19:22.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I BELIEVE I CAN FLY......</title><content type='html'>and yes... i flew.... virtually... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i started to play the online game, flyff... again... my friend King Soong decided to play and well, i kinda decided to tag along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad game... no bots, full 3D, nice graphic effect, tons of quest... kinda good game.. and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT"S TOTALLY FREE!!! YEAH!!!!   ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why i never update my blog recently... kinda lazy to go out and social...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... another friend of mine came back from Aus... His mother is sick and have to go through operation, so he has to come back... but according to him nothing serious acured so i didn't ask anything else... Hope she recover soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're suppose to have a drink at Irwin's house, but i got so hook up to that flyff game, i forgot to call them and confirm... so whole weekend wasted in front of that bloody computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i got to get a life... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114110122024940576?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114110122024940576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114110122024940576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114110122024940576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114110122024940576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-believe-i-can-fly.html' title='I BELIEVE I CAN FLY......'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114035943646469734</id><published>2006-02-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:30:36.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle, Twinkle, Little star...</title><content type='html'>Oh..... i wish....... I WISH THAT I'LL DO THESE THINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is where i'll post what i WANT to do and hopefully, i'll do them soon....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rock Climbing lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... when i'm small, i like to climb up and down the longkang, and... uh... somehow that lead me into thinking that i can do well in rock climbing... :) found someplace where i can register for rock climbing, join clubs, and recently 1-U has opened up a DON'T-KNOW-WHERE largest rock climbing facility... even FAITH want me to go and learn... the motivation is building... gonna go register soon... hopefully around this or next month... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mushu (prefebly Weng Chun or best, Taichi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this... when you facing a gangster (note: A GANGSTER... is a bunch, run.......), isn't it cool to be able to shout with Bruce Lee sstyle "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WATAA&lt;/span&gt;~~~~~ Dun bully me... I know Weng Chun!!!"     lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a freaking leather shoe -Done... :) A Hushpuppy worth RM120-140... forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got tired with sport shoes, and wearing sport shoe and go meet client... and i've talked about this since last year April or June... but i finally got 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Create a huge "Moonbuck-Choco" - 1 Stop Chocolate store.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my friend said that kick arse shop cannot bring back and franchise here, might as well create 1 and beat it.. :) gonna find 1 day to do some serious research... yeah... find 1 day.... dunno which day, but find 1 day...... hopefully this year since this year for us rat people it's good to start investing... or do business...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114035943646469734?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114035943646469734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114035943646469734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114035943646469734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114035943646469734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/02/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html' title='Twinkle, Twinkle, Little star...'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114030140793044576</id><published>2006-02-19T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T12:21:37.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I OWNED THE DANCE FLOOR!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>uh... well, actually i&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; exaggerated the fact *a little bit*... i OWNED 1 step of the stair case.. :D well, that's my dance floor so basically i'm not lying.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is weekend night, so it's stupid to waste it, surfing whole day... so i've gathered some friends, and gone to that club called "Poppy"... i hope i spell that correctly... ANYWAY, a FINE lady tag along, and we've danced WHOLE NIGHT... :D with her back facing me the whole time.. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the purpose i decided to hit the club to night is to meet new bitches... uh i mean new babes... so i head into the crowd, dance around (and touch around }:D ), and guess what... no luck... no one even notice i'm there... sigh... all, and i do mean ALL of them is at least 1 head taller than me... not that i have prejudise toward tall people, but that is too much.. :( on the bright side, there's no chun chick anyway... sigh~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enough for sad cases. Let's get back to the topic. I saw a malay guy dance wildly (and oh man that guy has skill...) like usual my sensei (Terry) challenged him, and befriended with him.. :) and like always, i stood there, watching, and try to imitate him... well, it's DAMNHARD, but i still managed to learned some of the moves he's pulling... and the great part is, a foriegner came up to me while i'm practicing, and say "Hey, you dance incredibly! That move is so great!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a stoned moment, I was like.. "uh... thanks man, you not bad yourself... :)" and we've danced together for sometime... :) too bad he's a GUY!!!!! damn i want a girl to say that.. :( well, 1 step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the club light up the... light, one my my friend, Irwin, found out that he lost his new HP!!!! i'm a Hhandphone dummy so i don't know the model, but i DO know it's worth RM1700!!! damn!! hope he'll get over it soon... i would pray for you if i have a religion... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... 6:30am... to sleep or not to sleep, that's the question... hmm... i don;t want my mom chop slam - pile driver combo me, so i think i need to hit the sack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114030140793044576?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114030140793044576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114030140793044576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114030140793044576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114030140793044576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-owned-dance-floor.html' title='I OWNED THE DANCE FLOOR!!!!!!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654269.post-114030045885924891</id><published>2006-02-19T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T06:07:38.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOYO WHAZZUP DAWG !!!</title><content type='html'>heh... second blog in my life... created 1 in friendster, but i doubt any one saw it before... =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend told me that writing blog is so......... girlish... =.=''' but what the hell... try something new once in a while has been my motto for life :) ...  got the constantly create new excitement and spice up the life  if you wanna live in this dull, boring, routine society...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna write those mushy stuff (not that i have any mushy stuff to write.. =.='') just gonna post when something SYOK happened and also post what i want to do in life (and hopefully i got the motivation and feeling to ACTUALLY try them.. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. almost forgot... thanks to whoever visiting this blog... i can't believe someone actually click on my name and view my blog.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654269-114030045885924891?l=katabana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/feeds/114030045885924891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654269&amp;postID=114030045885924891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114030045885924891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654269/posts/default/114030045885924891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katabana.blogspot.com/2006/02/yoyo-whazzup-dawg.html' title='YOYO WHAZZUP DAWG !!!'/><author><name>katabana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362632414530030719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h192/katabana/untitled11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
