<?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-15204417</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:26:42.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bao Sua Bao Hai (BSBH)</title><subtitle type='html'>I dunno what to write. So I wrote about everything and anything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-5096218242588254525</id><published>2010-02-08T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:17:12.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Is The Right Time?</title><content type='html'>They say timing is everything. They say there's no such thing as luck. Only doing the right thing at the right time at the right place. So how do u know when is the right time, thing and place? So what about unlucky? Is it the complete opposite of luck? Does luck exist? How do you change things? How would you know what to change? When to change? How to change? Or do u really need to change after all? Must change be for the better? And who is there to say what is call better? Is having more better? Or is having less better? What if your more is having less? How do one define being happy? What is the REAL happiness? What makes people happy? Does having a new car makes u happy? Will u still be happy about that car in 5 years time? People are so hard to satisfy. Or maybe I', just talking about myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-5096218242588254525?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/5096218242588254525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=5096218242588254525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5096218242588254525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5096218242588254525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-is-right-time.html' title='When Is The Right Time?'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-251776613499024721</id><published>2009-12-22T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:50:25.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved !</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned that I've moved? Well.. I did.. been staying at the new place since last weekend. Most of the stuffs are in.. now only left a few things. Still trying to get use to waiting for the lift. Still some more to do this weekend. Ooohhhh.... so mission accomplished..moved in before christmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-251776613499024721?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/251776613499024721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=251776613499024721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/251776613499024721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/251776613499024721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved !'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-1149340457758878934</id><published>2009-11-17T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:24:15.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plaster Ceiling Done</title><content type='html'>The contractor called. Yippee !!!!!!!! The plaster ceiling is ready. Next step.....painting... getting anxious. Really looking forward to getting everything done. The next few weeks is going to get even busier. Too bad I'm occupied this weekend, else i could really accomplish a lot. Busy busy busy. Both at home and at work. Didn't even have time for lunch today. Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-1149340457758878934?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1149340457758878934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=1149340457758878934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1149340457758878934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1149340457758878934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/11/plaster-ceiling-done.html' title='Plaster Ceiling Done'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-1619104160472422679</id><published>2009-10-12T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:32:54.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Early in the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/StMv-cGeShI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IpmLE4u8hEY/s1600-h/Sleepy+Driver.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391705928634354194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/StMv-cGeShI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IpmLE4u8hEY/s400/Sleepy+Driver.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woke up at 5am today to make the 3-hour drive back to Johor. Could hardly keep my eyes open. I felt fresh when the alarm sounds but by the time I rach Seremban, eye lids start to close already. Which I had some toothpicks or tapes to keep them up at that time. Maybe I really just ain't a morning person. This week better drive at night instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-1619104160472422679?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1619104160472422679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=1619104160472422679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1619104160472422679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1619104160472422679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/10/driving-early-in-morning.html' title='Driving Early in the Morning'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/StMv-cGeShI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IpmLE4u8hEY/s72-c/Sleepy+Driver.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-5788821532683915959</id><published>2009-10-05T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:47:53.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno Is Tough Work</title><content type='html'>Been running around every weekends hunting for reno stuffs for the last few months. Got most of the stuffs but still have more shopping to do. Tired. Basically not much time to rest on the weekends. So much to do. So little time. What to do? I can only do the shopping on the weekends since I'm not around during the weekdays. Sigh... Still so much to hunt for. Wallpapers, paints, curtains, appliances, arhhh..... I need a break.. maybe I'll do nothing this week....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-5788821532683915959?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/5788821532683915959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=5788821532683915959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5788821532683915959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5788821532683915959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/10/reno-is-tough-work.html' title='Reno Is Tough Work'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-4702384677587877141</id><published>2009-09-23T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:13:41.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembik....</title><content type='html'>The long weekend is over. Back to work today. Man..really holiday mood. Really have to force myself to work. So lazy.... Need to sleep early today so that I'll have more energy tomorrow. Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-4702384677587877141?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/4702384677587877141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=4702384677587877141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/4702384677587877141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/4702384677587877141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/09/lembik.html' title='Lembik....'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-1976593185835047743</id><published>2009-08-22T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:19:56.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First One Is Bad, This Is Even Worse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/So_FNcEUgaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RWkfyv2ryEQ/s1600-h/The+Legend+of+Chun-Li.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372729715139576226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/So_FNcEUgaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RWkfyv2ryEQ/s320/The+Legend+of+Chun-Li.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remeber watching the first Street Fighter Movie &lt;em&gt;maaaaaaannnyyy&lt;/em&gt; years ago. Van Damme took on the role of Guile. Well... he looks nothing likes it. The movie was bad. The plot... cheesy. The acting... lame. Many years after that... they have the 2nd Steet Fighter movie. This time they called it The Legend of Chun-Li starring Kristin Kreuk. To summarise it, well let just say if Kristin Kreuk wasn't in it... I might not watch it even if they pay me to. That's how bad it is. I'm only half way through the movie and I dunno whether I should continue watching. It is really that bad. No doubt about it. Id there's ever a 3rd Street Fighter movie... let just say I'll invest my 10 bucks in something more worthwhile. BTW, Kristin Kreuk's share just dropped big time.... bad choice babe... bad choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-1976593185835047743?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1976593185835047743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=1976593185835047743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1976593185835047743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1976593185835047743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-one-is-bad-this-is-even-worse.html' title='The First One Is Bad, This Is Even Worse...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/So_FNcEUgaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RWkfyv2ryEQ/s72-c/The+Legend+of+Chun-Li.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-248199091021803285</id><published>2009-08-21T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:37:04.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week Have Passed</title><content type='html'>Not going back to KL this week. Most probably just going to check out some car showroom tomorrow. Somehow i think I have come to accept my fate. Still fighting on but just accepting the worse case scenario. Today is the first time I had some appetite after more than a week. But still I'm not at ease. Still trobled. Still have not seen the light at the end of the tunnel yet. Still no signs of the opened door. Still struggling....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-248199091021803285?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/248199091021803285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=248199091021803285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/248199091021803285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/248199091021803285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-week-have-passed.html' title='Another Week Have Passed'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-6050455986981791485</id><published>2009-08-16T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:49:40.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreads...</title><content type='html'>I have always hated Mondays. Maybe I just hate work But then I also work on Tuesday to Friday. And I actually like Friday. Anyway, the point is I'm not a Monday person.. and also not a morning person. Tomorrow is Monday. I especially hate this Monday. It's gonna be a very bad Monday as the cycle beginsall over again. Maybe it's the last cycle. I dunno. If it is, I just hope it's swift. Anxiety is killing me. Nights after nights of nightmares. I dunno whether I'll get any sleep tonite. I really dunno anything a t this point. This sucks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-6050455986981791485?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/6050455986981791485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=6050455986981791485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/6050455986981791485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/6050455986981791485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreads.html' title='Dreads...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-3388820887970985877</id><published>2009-08-13T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:52:41.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Sick</title><content type='html'>With the H1N1 spreading and more people dying daily, the paranoia is really kicking in. See someone next to you sneezing, coughing and just rubbing his / her nose and you see people running. I feel sick myself. Dunno whether it's the weather (suddenly thunder storm then 5 minutes later all hot &amp;amp; sunny) or maybe ....arghhh... H1N1. Feeling a bit dizzy. Maybe it's just because I'm not getting enough quality sleep. I also dunno. But hearing your colleagues suspected of H1N1 isn't really helping. Makes you think maybe you also got it. Maybe it's just nothing. But made u think about death &amp;amp; stuffs like that. Made me think about wiriting a will. Maybe I should.... Well... I dun really have much but I heard it makes it much easier for your loved ones. Oh yeah... what about EPF, Sosco and all those stuffs? I think I should check whether the "nama waris" are correct. The last time I check, EPF records shows nothing. I've filled up the forms but dunno whether it have been updated. IF I make the will, what should I left who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-3388820887970985877?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/3388820887970985877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=3388820887970985877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3388820887970985877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3388820887970985877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-sick.html' title='Feeling Sick'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-904101831165275284</id><published>2009-08-10T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:20:07.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful Weekend</title><content type='html'>It have been fruitful this weekend. Kinda pack, kinda tiring. But it's fruitful. Booked the sofa, got the coffee table, got the sink, taps and stuffs, some lights and blah.. blah... blah... I hate Mondays and it's nice to be able to go on leave today. Get my minds of things.... It's nice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-904101831165275284?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/904101831165275284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=904101831165275284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/904101831165275284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/904101831165275284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/08/fruitful-weekend.html' title='Fruitful Weekend'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-5083497395332132751</id><published>2009-08-06T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:14:07.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battery Low....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Snp0hqx6RPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z6w1EqJI0jw/s1600-h/Tired+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366730027733501170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Snp0hqx6RPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z6w1EqJI0jw/s400/Tired+Man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got a lot of things to do but no mood to work. Have not been sleeping well. Tired. Lack energy. I need a morale boost. Some motivation would be nice I guess. Maybe I should just quit early today and go for a 2-hour massage session. But I dun feel like driving all the way there. And I have a lot of chores at home to do. Sigh... stucked again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-5083497395332132751?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/5083497395332132751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=5083497395332132751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5083497395332132751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5083497395332132751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/08/battery-low.html' title='Battery Low....'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Snp0hqx6RPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z6w1EqJI0jw/s72-c/Tired+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-6314180015329533672</id><published>2009-08-04T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:03:01.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Rain Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SnhS0ppC8SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OPTi6rPXPmA/s1600-h/Under+Rain+Cloud+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366130020496634146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SnhS0ppC8SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OPTi6rPXPmA/s400/Under+Rain+Cloud+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my life, it felt like as if I'm always under a rain cloud. Just when I thought things are finally settling down and as I began to take a breather, it happens again. It just never seems to end. The turmoil, the frustrations, the worries, the tsunamis of my life. Sometime I wonder if this is the punishment for my sins. But what great sins have I committed that I deserve to be tormented so. I always thought that I'm tough. Being able to rough it up when the storm comes but day by day I'm losing confidence. I prayed for strength to carry on. For wisdom, for courage. I told myself the storm will soon abate and it will all calm down soon. But it did not. Instead, it's actually the calm before the storm. The big bloody gigantic hurricane. The mother of all typhoons. Maybe there really is a big invisible rain cloud over my head and everytime it see a smile, it will just drench me and shoot out a bolt of lightning. And the cloud never dries up. It just got endless supplies to keep bringing me down. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When will I see a rainbow again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-6314180015329533672?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/6314180015329533672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=6314180015329533672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/6314180015329533672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/6314180015329533672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/08/under-rain-clouds.html' title='Under The Rain Clouds'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SnhS0ppC8SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OPTi6rPXPmA/s72-c/Under+Rain+Cloud+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-8653792250166558887</id><published>2009-08-04T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:58:17.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>Just got a phone call from the developer. Apparently they have rectified the defects that I have highlighted. Going to go check this weekend. Hopefully it's properly done. I hate the idea of going through the whole complain process again. Please... please... let it be nicely done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-8653792250166558887?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/8653792250166558887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=8653792250166558887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/8653792250166558887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/8653792250166558887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-7596343750305105390</id><published>2009-07-23T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:10:30.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting A New Place Is Tiring</title><content type='html'>Have been spending my weekends searching for this and that for the new place. It was exciting at first but now it's really tiring. Not much time left for me to rest. And still so much to do. Maybe this weekend I'll do curtains and grills. Sigh... tired....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-7596343750305105390?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/7596343750305105390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=7596343750305105390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/7596343750305105390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/7596343750305105390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-new-place-is-tiring.html' title='Getting A New Place Is Tiring'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-7821129922461625814</id><published>2009-07-18T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:07:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got My Keys After All</title><content type='html'>Was only planning to go get some measurements but upon checking I was told that Public Bank have released the payment. So... I GOT MY KEYS !!! But no CF though. Another month or so I was told. Just hope that they'll rectify the defects ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-7821129922461625814?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/7821129922461625814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=7821129922461625814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/7821129922461625814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/7821129922461625814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-my-keys-after-all.html' title='I Got My Keys After All'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-6216257061890843633</id><published>2009-07-16T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:51:20.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Fridays</title><content type='html'>Tomolo is Friday. Yeah...!!! I LOOOOVEEEEE Fridays !!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally. It's been a long week. Been working almost 12 hours daily. I've had the weekends planned out. Finally can go collect my watch. I missed it. Hahahaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-6216257061890843633?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/6216257061890843633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=6216257061890843633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/6216257061890843633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/6216257061890843633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-fridays.html' title='I Love Fridays'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-1069035317078193884</id><published>2009-07-14T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:05:31.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Ready...</title><content type='html'>Got the letter last weekend. And I've made the phone call to the developer this morning. Finally... after more than 3 years, I'l be geting the keys to my new place. Been really busy at work and have been spending the weekends travelling and shopping for stuffs for my new home. So tired. Doc told me to relax else my BP will hit the top again. Sigh.... Maybe it's really time for me to take a short vacation. Hmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-1069035317078193884?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1069035317078193884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=1069035317078193884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1069035317078193884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1069035317078193884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-ready.html' title='Almost Ready...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-1609797910922805222</id><published>2009-05-04T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:23:05.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Sf75w7ImONI/AAAAAAAAAHM/b_H86NWDNvU/s1600-h/Dilemma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331973627756034258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Sf75w7ImONI/AAAAAAAAAHM/b_H86NWDNvU/s400/Dilemma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need a break. Something longer than a long weekend break. An escape of some sort. Away from all worries. But I can't. Some VVIP coming and I can't go on leave. But I need to go on leave. Dilemma... Not sleeping well. Feel like I'm gonna fall apart soon. When will this end? The same question kept playing inside my head? When? When? When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-1609797910922805222?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1609797910922805222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=1609797910922805222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1609797910922805222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1609797910922805222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-break.html' title='I Need a Break'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Sf75w7ImONI/AAAAAAAAAHM/b_H86NWDNvU/s72-c/Dilemma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-2317754009356326241</id><published>2009-04-28T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:30:06.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Not Me..Or Is This The REAL Me ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been many weeks that I'm depressed. I have gotten better but somehow I'm not healed. I dunno how much longer it will take or even will I ever recover. But from time to time, I get moody and started thinking...maybe a tad too much. I heard of many cases lately of people I know getting into some sort of depression. I hope I won't become that. I'm working hard on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-2317754009356326241?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/2317754009356326241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=2317754009356326241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2317754009356326241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2317754009356326241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-not-meor-is-this-real-me.html' title='Still Not Me..Or Is This The REAL Me ?'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-3162332405877853807</id><published>2009-04-18T22:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:44:22.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunung Pulai</title><content type='html'>It's another boring weekend. Kena one saman yesterday in BP. So this morning I woke up early to go down to BP to pay the summon. After 50% discount still need to pay RM150. #@!#@! What to do.... not suppose to bribe.... in fact I didn't even bother to plead since I never intended to belanja the man in white coffee. After that I went further down to JB to look for my waterproof bag but I couldn't find it. Had lunch there and by the time I'm done, it's only 3 p.m. Then I remember Gunung Pulai from Google Maps and then I thought...what the heck.. let's go... Stupid GPS almost got me lost. And when I reach there...wow...DISAPPOINTED !!! The water is murky though it did get slightly better further up. It's like Tapah. Once beautiful, now polluted. There's garbage everywhere but the teenagers there didn't seem to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326039882169682194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SenlDeRJiRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/iQ2C5IGxiDM/s400/18042009529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I hike back down and as I was taking a breather I felt something on my feel...and guess what... shrimps !!! Lots of them and they simply enjoy feasting on my dead skin. So I caught a couple for my fish tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326040736667925170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Senl1NhZ-rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/usADQkUz9oo/s400/18042009532.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Left around 5 p.m. And again the GPS go crazy. I ended up in a pineapple field. Quite a nice view actually. Seems so serene and peaceful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326041438618378194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SenmeEfb39I/AAAAAAAAAHE/QiOsukTA5G4/s400/18042009534.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-3162332405877853807?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/3162332405877853807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=3162332405877853807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3162332405877853807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3162332405877853807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/04/gunung-pulai.html' title='Gunung Pulai'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SenlDeRJiRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/iQ2C5IGxiDM/s72-c/18042009529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-1194040165923132692</id><published>2009-04-06T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:25:14.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirations Under Adversity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, "Always do what you are afraid to do." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take calculated risks. That is quite different from being rash. ~ George S. Patton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you do not hope, you will not find what is beyond your hopes. ~ St. Clement of Alexandra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only way of finding the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible. ~ Arthur C. Clarke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit. ~ Aristotle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best way out is always through. ~ Robert Frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking. ~ William B. Sprague&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing will ever be attempted if all possible objections must first be overcome. ~ Samuel Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fortune favors the brave. ~ Publius Terence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall. ~ Confucius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are still masters of our fate. We are still captains of our souls. ~ Winston Churchill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them. ~ Henry David Thoreau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To find what you seek in the road of life, the best proverb of all is that which says: "Leave no stone unturned." ~ Edward Bulwer Lytton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you can imagine it, you can achieve it; if you can dream it, you can become it. ~ William Arthur Ward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every artist was first an amateur. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true. ~ Leon J. Suenes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do. ~ Epictetus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is no education like adversity. ~ Benjamin Disraeli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In prosperity, our friends know us; in adversity, we know our friends. ~ John Churton Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing is predestined: The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings. ~ Ralph Blum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been my philosophy of life that difficulties vanish when faced boldly. ~ Isaac Asimov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good fortune and bad are equally necessary to man, to fit him to meet the contingencies of this life. ~ French Proverb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Success in the affairs of life often serves to hide one's abilities, whereas adversity frequently gives one an opportunity to discover them. ~ Horace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A gentleman can withstand hardships; it is only the small man who, when submitted to them, is swept off his feet. ~ Confucius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above them. ~ Washington Irving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Times of great calamity and confusion have ever been productive of the greatest minds. The purest ore is produced from the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunderbolt is elicited from the darkest storm. ~ Charles Caleb Colton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the midst of winter, I found there was within me an invincible summer. ~ Albert Careb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A wise man adapts himself to circumstances as water shapes itself to the vessel that contains it. ~ Chinese Proverb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is defeat? Nothing but education; nothing but the first steps to something better. ~ Proverb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-1194040165923132692?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1194040165923132692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=1194040165923132692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1194040165923132692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1194040165923132692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspirations-under-adversity.html' title='Inspirations Under Adversity'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-1810587358141271576</id><published>2009-04-02T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:51:31.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burden That You Carry</title><content type='html'>I got these from an e-mail quite sometime ago and I've totally forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320072797845924210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyBc7TKXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zGCzDae6n0o/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320072805662949522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyB6DBgJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XiUZYZ7oDEc/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320072808197500290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyCDfTrYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/c13pC_ngmiQ/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320072808065143842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyCC_wFCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hXThNTB4RFY/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320072811678430466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyCQdOdQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VkCiqz7S0B4/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073155559938418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyWRg92XI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RNHCAEt65mU/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073165311604194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyW118deI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1_rzIloDlxc/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073164134852978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyWxdYqXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6NfcalKmfR4/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073164769329586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyWz0qAbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f7O_NhWDcLY/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073164059774066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyWxLfDHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/klFALFtmTvs/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073404930031058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSykyfbfdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zuiuQitEKyM/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073406557611650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyk4jeZoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uKAQaIaYp7s/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073409357015282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSylC-56PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hXF8LbuT6Q8/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSylAV9ZuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MRlm149_HZA/s1600-h/Carrying+the+Cross+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073408648406754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSylAV9ZuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MRlm149_HZA/s400/Carrying+the+Cross+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is this my wake up call?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-1810587358141271576?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1810587358141271576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=1810587358141271576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1810587358141271576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1810587358141271576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/04/burden-that-you-carry.html' title='The Burden That You Carry'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SdSyBc7TKXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zGCzDae6n0o/s72-c/Carrying+the+Cross+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-5527305606646302113</id><published>2009-03-30T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:33:14.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Crossroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever pause and look back at what you have achieved and wonder whether this is the kind of life that you have wanted to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever wondered whether the path you have chosen is what you had wanted or was it just something within your reach and you just grabbed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you wonder whether you had made a right choice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to change but are just too afraid to do so and you would rather stay inside your comfort zone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you thought of living a much grander life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you regreted about certain actions you had taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever ponder how much different your current life would be if you had made a different decision, took a different path or use a different word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well... I have. And I'm still thinking. But I had no answer. Wish I had one but I don't. If I can make a wish right now, I would wish that I had the answer to everything... anything... questions.. . doubts.... uncertainties....debates... research.... future.... outlook.... and then there'll be no more needs for hindsight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm tired... but I get no rest.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sleepy... but I get no slumber... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm exhausted.... but nothing rejuvenates me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm in pain..... but nobody can heal me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm lost.... but nobody sighted me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm trapped.... but I see no way out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm confused.... but I found no enlightment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm demoralised... but nothing can uplift me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-5527305606646302113?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/5527305606646302113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=5527305606646302113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5527305606646302113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5527305606646302113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-crossroad.html' title='At the Crossroad'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-5696463861394024510</id><published>2009-03-23T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:36:40.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Template</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't go back this weekend. Just laze around in Yong Peng. Friday was nice. Saturday was relaxing. I just hate Sundays. Makes me think about Monday. Didn't do much. Didn't go anywhere. But at least I manage to update the bog. Tried out a few but I think I think I like the current one best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-5696463861394024510?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/5696463861394024510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=5696463861394024510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5696463861394024510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5696463861394024510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blog-template.html' title='New Blog Template'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-8137541421861233677</id><published>2009-02-13T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:08:37.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately I've been thinking a lot. Have I reached my limit? Or am I still adjusting? But I'm suppose to be very adaptive. That's suppose to be my strength... or so I thought. Maybe it wasn't after all. Maybe I'm getting old and my brain is not what it used to be anymore. I don't really know and that's what made me kept thinking. Have I reached the limit of my capability? Or maybe it's because I'm getting complacent. Have I lost the will to excel? Lately I felt lazy, sluggish.... I can't allow this to go on. I need a breakthough... No... I DESPERATELY need a breakthough. I have dreams and goals to achieve. I can't rest on my laurel now. I need to find a way to motivate myself. I need a way out of this. But how? I must try....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-8137541421861233677?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/8137541421861233677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=8137541421861233677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/8137541421861233677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/8137541421861233677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/02/need-breakthrough.html' title='Need a Breakthrough'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-979607202817687530</id><published>2009-02-11T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:50:26.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post CNY Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As expected, the CNY celebration in my hometown gets more and more quiet over the years with more friends having their own family now. But I guess it was kinda nice to just laze around doing nothing for a week. Going back to work was tough. Even when I was back in my hometown the phone never stop ringing with more work and more bad news. Really blue lah. Everyday day also no mood. Sigh.... Wish I knew trhe cure for feeling blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-979607202817687530?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/979607202817687530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=979607202817687530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/979607202817687530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/979607202817687530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-cny-blues.html' title='Post CNY Blues'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-5103850489137114785</id><published>2008-12-31T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:02:20.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Resolutions !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It seems like only yesterday that I was transferred to Johor but it's already 5 months. Time really flies when you're busy. And now, another year have passed and we welcome 2009. The economic situation is gloomy and the news of retrenchment &amp;amp; plant shutdowns are not making the day any brighter. Looking back, I've made 5 resolutions in 2008. I've tried my best but I think I didn't really manage to fully achieve them. So for 2009, my new year resolutions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;RENOVATE &amp;amp; MOVE IN TO MY NEW HOUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I hope there' ll be no delay in the handover. Went to see the progress that day. They're still constructing the car park &amp;amp; club house. Been saving for the renovations. Hopefully it would be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;LOSE WEIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lose lots of them. Have to start finding sport or activities after work. I'm starting to hate how I look. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;VISIT A NEW PLACE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm thinking Pulau Perhentian. Last year's visit to Redang was awesome. But I was told that Pulau Perhentian is even better. Or maybe I'll go to Sabah. Or Bali. Or...... Sigh... so many places, so little time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;LEARN TO COOK NEW DISHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've been cooking lately. But somehow it seems to be always soup or spaghetti. I want to learn some new recipes. Something even healthier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;PRAY DAILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I used to pray daily before I go to bed. Somehow along the way I got "distracted". I would like to renew my daily walk with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think that's it. Another 5 resolutions. I'll try my best to achieve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-5103850489137114785?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/5103850489137114785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=5103850489137114785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5103850489137114785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5103850489137114785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-resolutions.html' title='2009 Resolutions !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-8051655898944686867</id><published>2008-12-13T12:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:43:57.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded on a Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a long and I mean a looooooooooonnnnnggggg Saturday for me. A call early in the morning woke me up even before my alarm clock beeps. Some dude asking for directions. Sigh... Anyway, couldn't sleep after that, so I decided to just get up and go to the workshop earlier. YUp, another trip to the workshop but not for the normal servicing this time. My wind screen got a crack after a stone or something hit it. At first I thought it's only a small crack, no leak and so no problems but then a colleague who had experience a similiar incident told me that the crack would develop into a long crackline before it crumbles in about a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279130069685449810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SUM81A6vNFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LZ1GYR0hVxE/s400/PC111517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, no choice....have to get it repaired. Luckily it's a company car and I don't have to pay for it. Else it would be another few hundred bucks. So I went to the workshop and leave my car there and it woun't be ready until the evening. Sigh... Luckily the workshop people is willing to send me to the Carrefour nearby. And right after breakfast I've been stranded in KFC. Thank God for WIFI. Many more hours of surfing. Well... at least I got time to update this block. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-8051655898944686867?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/8051655898944686867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=8051655898944686867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/8051655898944686867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/8051655898944686867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/12/stranded-on-saturday.html' title='Stranded on a Saturday'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SUM81A6vNFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LZ1GYR0hVxE/s72-c/PC111517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-3322848570707797251</id><published>2008-12-03T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:03:18.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;It was a trying time in the land. The price of manure has gone up and droughts, flash floods and hurricanes are everywhere. The animals are scared and no longer using their seeds to grow more crops but instead are keeping them inside their sheds. With no new crops grown, food became scarce and the animals risk starving to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Pig Supremacy Farm was badly affected too. But somehow the pigs, the chickens, the cows and even the foxes seem to be ignorant about it. Sure they talked about it but somehow they are more concerned about much more trivial matters like whether it is ok for the pigs to perform flexing exercise, or should the animals give another cow from the Always Fighting With Neighbors Farm a title award, or whether it is ok to built a few high rise barns. Yup… everything under the sun that is not helping the farm is being discussed with great depth, everything expect the stuffs that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;There were some changes in the house of the pigs of recent. There’s a new swine boss and he seems eager to prove his capabilities but all his attempts only reveal more of his incapability. But it won’t be his first silly deed. And boy oh boy had he made many decisions that rip the farm off. His first attempt as the new big swine to “aid” the situation was to cut the animals’ savings for old age with the excuse that the animals will have more seeds to spend now. It’s ok if the animals will have less to spend in their old age. It’s ok if the amount taken out is not even enough for a decent meal. Everything doesn’t matter as long as the farm can have some quick seeds to bribe more chickens and cows. Yup, the attempt wasn’t meant to help the animals. It’s purely for his own sweet benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;It won't be long before he reveals even more that he really is as stupid as he looks. With each attempts, he shows the whole land even more of how short sighted he is. Well, I guess we can judge a book by its cover after all. With recent chaos in the Always Fighting With Neighbors Farm and the Hot &amp;amp; Spicy Soup Farm, things really do look gloomy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-3322848570707797251?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/3322848570707797251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=3322848570707797251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3322848570707797251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3322848570707797251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-trying-time-in-land.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-7444275578788101589</id><published>2008-12-01T20:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:23:14.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Once upon a time, in a farm far far away called the Pig Supremacy Farm, lived many pigs, cows and chickens. The farm has not been actually peaceful but it has been quiet for many years because the cows and chickens are...well.... too chicken to stand up to the pigs. Most of the pigs are lazy and not very smart. In fact they are most gullible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And that's how the few head pigs managed to control the whole pig population. They kept brainwashing the other pigs that they are the supreme pigs and they can bully the other animals in the farm because they are supreme and the other animals must fear them and bow down to them. So arrogant are the pigs that they set rules that discriminates the other animals; pigs can but cheaper sheds, pigs must get more allocations in everything, other animals must speak pigs (but the sheer mentioning of pigs learning the ways of the other animals will cause outrage and condemnations), pigs can make loud morning calls in the morning (but if other animals did it, it’s called causing a public nuisance) and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The head pigs made the other pigs handicapped but they couldn’t care less for they were brainwashed again and again. Little did they know that the head pigs are only doing that for their own gain. The chickens and cows don't really like the idea that they are inferior compared to the pigs for they work hard to get what they want and not like the pigs that requires handicap rules to survive. But no thanks to the gutless head chickens and cows that have been bribed by the head pigs with chicken feeds and hay, the other little chickens and cows have no other alternatives but to surrender to the wimps of the pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As the year passed, the new animal generations grew smarter and they left the chicken coops and the barns in protest to join the new foxes. Of course the foxes too have their own agenda but the chickens and cows don't mind. They don't really like the foxes but they hate the pigs even more. And so they rebelled. The foxes made many promises during the rebellion and the biggest of all was to take over the farm. But sadly, as time passes, it just never came true. Excuses were given and many more excuses followed on but…. still no taking over of the farm. And they don't live happily ever after (at least for now)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-7444275578788101589?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/7444275578788101589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=7444275578788101589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/7444275578788101589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/7444275578788101589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-of-farm.html' title='The Story of the Farm'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-8602198858025355438</id><published>2008-11-15T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:53:11.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I called up to make the reservations for my Saturday evening dinner, the girl on the other line asked me a very funny question, "Would like to sit in the coach sir?" "Sit in a what?", I asked. Ok...ok... so I was a bit &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Shua ku" @ "Mountain Tortoise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But it was my first visit to Victoria Station ok. Who would know that they'll sit you inside a coach inside a restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269994536351995106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SSLIG_OClOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4qEU-efzqS8/s400/Victoria+Station.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I called to make the reservations because I thought it was gonna be packed like TGI Friday's. But when I reach there...huh...empty one ar? Only a few tables have been taken. Bad signs... Anyway, so my GF and I ordered. I had the beef ribs while she ordered some chicken meal. The service was surprisingly prompt and dinner was served in 10 minutes or less. And the first word that came into my mind when my ribs arrived was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DISAPPOINTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!! The ribs doesn't even looks good. I should have went to Friday's and have the Jack Daniels BBQ Beef Ribs. Sigh... You won't see me in VS anytime soon... Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-8602198858025355438?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/8602198858025355438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=8602198858025355438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/8602198858025355438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/8602198858025355438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/11/victoria-station.html' title='Victoria Station'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SSLIG_OClOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4qEU-efzqS8/s72-c/Victoria+Station.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-1292591538994232334</id><published>2008-11-13T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:35:58.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last of 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I first join this current company, I was invited to an orientation session. There were 5 of us newcomers that day. I'm in Production and the 4 others were in Marketing, Sales, Information System and Quality Control. First the Sales guy left then it was the IS guy. Next comes the pretty Marketing girl. And today the QC guy left. I'm now the last of the 5. How long before it's my turn? I don't really know. But have I not been promoted, I think I would have also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-1292591538994232334?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1292591538994232334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=1292591538994232334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1292591538994232334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1292591538994232334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-of-5.html' title='The Last of 5'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-1289573294073117974</id><published>2008-11-09T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:02:11.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Expensive Paid Vacation in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First they said he'll be making teh tarik and roti canai in space. But after some protest from people who have actually graduated from kindergarden, they said that he'll be conducting some science experiments in space. And so, the government spend billions of our tax money to send a lucky chap on the most expensive paid vacation ever. And no, he did not conduct any scienctific research neither in space nor on earth. But he sure did enjoy that paid vacation in space. Nowadays if you have billions in your bank you can also do the same. It's called space tourism. Our angkasawan is just lucky that the government decided to pay for his trip using &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tax money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the news today is that he made RM 1.2 million from his fame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestaronline.com/news/story.asp?file=/2008/11/9/nation/2502346&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.thestaronline.com/news/story.asp?file=/2008/11/9/nation/2502346&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, you don't actually believe that do you? Of course not, I'm sure he had made much much &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt; from that. Have you seen his photo book? I saw that in Popular. All the photos showing how our tax money is wasted. But I'm sure he got plenty of $$$ from selling that photo book. So what if he made lots of money? Who cares if he lied that he did not want a Datukship? Heck, they even give a datukship to a Bollywood star just because he made a film here. Hey, wait a minute. Didn't Jackie Chan also made a movie here before, Police Story? And Chow Yun Fatt and Jodie Foster when they film Anna &amp;amp; the King? That made Penang pretty famous didn't it? Sigh... our politicians with their tiny brain and stupid excuses. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-1289573294073117974?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1289573294073117974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=1289573294073117974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1289573294073117974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1289573294073117974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/11/most-expensive-paid-vacation-in.html' title='The Most Expensive Paid Vacation in Malaysia'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-2310199767549026428</id><published>2008-11-08T21:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:46:43.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunung Berlumut &amp; Gunung Lambak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woke up early today around 8 a.m., which is very unlike me on a Saturday. Usually I won't be up until noon. But I had plans today. I had a nice brunch in the Kluang Railway Station. It's been many years since I last ate there. Had the coffee, toasted bun, half-boiled eggs, nasi lemak, mee goreng and the very tasty curry puffs. Luckily everything was packed in very small portions and I can try everything. Yummy... After the satisfying meal, I began my search for the waterfall. Few weeks back I managed to visit the Bekok Waterfall and today my target is for the Gunung Lambak waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266277242649542642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SRWTQBDZf_I/AAAAAAAAADw/aMTCTskS0ls/s400/Bekok+Waterfall+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tried my GPS but it was no help. I ended up lost. Initially there were signboards but after a while, no more signboards. Sigh... So I just drove around until I finally see a signboard showing Gunung Berlumut. Well, it wasn't my initial destination but what the heck, I followed the signboard to Gunung Berlumut and guess what I found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266278625161963058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SRWUgfUC5jI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f6LbE6qbIdQ/s400/Gunung+Berlumut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I drove close to an hour to find that stupid notice. Why can't they have just put it way way back instead of 3 km from the entrance? But since I was already so close, I decided to just go ahead and see what's the fuss was about. The road after the banner was bad and before long it went from bad to worse. The tar road that's full of potholes ends and unlees you have a 4WD you stand no chance of going down the estate road. Didn't felt like walking all the way in so I had no better option but to make a u-turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was driving back towards Kluang thinking that my waterfall adventure is over when something caught my eye... the signboard showing "Gunung Lambak" !!! Hooray !!! And 10 minutes later I arrived and begin my hike up Gunung Lambak. It was a steep hike and before long the paved road is gone and the even steeper trail begins. I think I was only halfway up. Got to stop. Too tired. Got to stop smoking so much...Huff... Huff... Puff....Puff... I was exhausted. So I decided to just find a nice spot on the stream along the trail to relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266281651537504658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SRWXQpcM6ZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OVH5WlNX6Nc/s400/Gunung+Lambak+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Took out my newspaper and make myself comfortable sitting inside the water. It was really nice and relaxing. It wasn't even a real waterfall but it was nice. Hmmm... Peace and quiet. I think I'll visit again. The next time I'm gonna conquer this mountain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-2310199767549026428?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/2310199767549026428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=2310199767549026428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2310199767549026428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2310199767549026428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/11/gunung-berlumut-gunung-lambak.html' title='Gunung Berlumut &amp; Gunung Lambak'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SRWTQBDZf_I/AAAAAAAAADw/aMTCTskS0ls/s72-c/Bekok+Waterfall+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-2903476231790246383</id><published>2008-11-07T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:40:29.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Then 10 &amp; Now 8?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obama won the election. I think that's democracy. The first ever black will soon be the president. Kinda nice to know that somewhere in this world people do still choose their representative based on anything but their skin colour unlike our country here where skin colour is above all else. Doesn't matter if he rip off the people. Doesn't matter if he is incapable of running the country. Doesn't matter if he's short-sighted. Doesn't matter if he proves he's a weak leader by implementing stupid plan like EPF contribution reduction. Let just say that you are earning RM 1,000 per month. What is 3% of that? A mere RM 30. Not even enough to get a full tank of fuel. How much bigger of an idiot can he be? What my CEO said a few days ago is right. It's gonna be a bleak year ahead. For Malaysia at least. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-2903476231790246383?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/2903476231790246383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=2903476231790246383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2903476231790246383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2903476231790246383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/11/11-then-10-now-8.html' title='11 Then 10 &amp; Now 8?'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-2448152659695340176</id><published>2008-11-06T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:04:42.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q3 Meeting in Dengkil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just got back from the quarterly meeting. Felt so sleepy all the way back to Yong Peng. I felt kinda nice to go back to my old factory. Familiar faces, the expression on the faces of my old colleagues.... Brings back some memories of the hardship I had endured there. It's been only like 4 months but it sure felt much longer than that. Here I am now, back in this boring town. Alone... again.... sigh. What am I gonna do this weekend? Waterfall? Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-2448152659695340176?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/2448152659695340176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=2448152659695340176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2448152659695340176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2448152659695340176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/11/q3-meeting-in-dengkil.html' title='Q3 Meeting in Dengkil'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-1172659635586113831</id><published>2008-10-25T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:14:49.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Convocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SQ8FJrTop7I/AAAAAAAAADg/8eUVQJJTiy4/s1600-h/PA251077.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264432153221441458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SQ8FJrTop7I/AAAAAAAAADg/8eUVQJJTiy4/s400/PA251077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally, I've graduated. It's a sweet closure to another chapter in my life. Felt kinda grand when I was up the stage giving my valedictorian speech. Didn't took much photos after the event though coz I was dragged up to a press conference. Got interview by quite a few reporters but I think it was really wasted hours coz I have yet to see one come out. #@!#!!! Well... that's life... What's next? PhD? Hmmmm.... well... maybe not yet. Not anytime soon. Kinda tired from books. Maybe in couple more years...Maybe....Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-1172659635586113831?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1172659635586113831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=1172659635586113831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1172659635586113831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1172659635586113831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-convocation.html' title='My Convocation'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SQ8FJrTop7I/AAAAAAAAADg/8eUVQJJTiy4/s72-c/PA251077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-2815506671466462747</id><published>2008-10-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:59:03.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 30 !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today marks my 30th year of existence in this world. Time really flies. I still remember once during uni time, I got kick out from the casino because I was underage. At that time, I just can't wait to get older. But now that I've hit the big 30 marker, I really felt old. What irony... Am I the only one feeling this way? My celebration plan is all screwed up now since my meetings which were schedule for today have all been postponed. So here I am, all alone in a "ulu" town....All alone with no one to celebrate with me. No friends, no family, no nothing. Sigh... not a very good start. My convo gonna be this coming Saturday. Will be delivering my first ever valedictorian speech. Kinda excited. Can't wait....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-2815506671466462747?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/2815506671466462747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=2815506671466462747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2815506671466462747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2815506671466462747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-30.html' title='The Big 30 !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-949169967998169567</id><published>2008-10-14T21:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:56:08.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why They Always Cost So Much... The Real Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A minister for a small country, Mr. Najis H/O Amurdererwife was in the process of interviewing a group of contractors who have submitted the tender for the purchase of 12 units of flying bicycles (Euro-Cycle).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contractor #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Najis : Your bid is 30 billion. How do you justify that amount?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;European Contractor : 10 billion for material, 10 billion for labour and 10 billion for other expenses and a little profit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Najis : Ok. Thank you. Next !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contractor #2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Najis : Your bid is 60 billion. How do you justify that amount?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US Contractor : 20 billion for material, 20 billion for labour and 20 billion for other expenses and a little profit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Najis : Ok. Thank you. Next !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contractor #3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Najis : Your bid is 90 billion. That's higher then any other contractors. Why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Contractor : 30 billion for you, 30 billion for me and we'll get the European contractor to do it for 30 billion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you now know why all those projects alway cost so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-949169967998169567?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/949169967998169567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=949169967998169567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/949169967998169567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/949169967998169567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-they-always-cost-so-much-real-story.html' title='Why They Always Cost So Much... The Real Story...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-8487834997847575952</id><published>2008-10-14T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:51:41.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oouch !!! My Fingers Hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had always wanted to learn guitar. Now that I have started taking lessons, it is really not as easy as it looks. Maybe I just don't have any musical talents. Been practising real hard. My fingers are really sore now. Sigh.... The class is on Thursday but I still can't play the song properly yet. Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-8487834997847575952?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/8487834997847575952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=8487834997847575952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/8487834997847575952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/8487834997847575952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/10/oouch-my-fingers-hurts.html' title='Oouch !!! My Fingers Hurts...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-6157201475022132822</id><published>2008-10-12T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:44:33.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Weekend in Johor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow is Monday again. I hate Mondays. I'm neither a morning person nor a Monday person. Sigh... Another weekend have passed just like that. Yong Peng really is a boring town. Yesterday I was so bored that I looked up Google and make an hour journey to the nearest waterfall in Bekok. Reach there around 4 p.m. And before I even had time to pee in the water, it started raining heavily. Got all soaked by the time I reach my car. Today I went to Batu Pahat to service my car but by the time I reach they're closed. Sigh... End up going to Carrefour to do a little shopping for sundries and food. Made my favourite soup today and finally did some weeding. Kinda accomplished today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How come the weekends always felt so short? Another 5 days to go before the next weekends. Another stressful week ahead. Sigh.... I hate Mondays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-6157201475022132822?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/6157201475022132822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=6157201475022132822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/6157201475022132822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/6157201475022132822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-weekend-in-johor.html' title='Another Weekend in Johor'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-719906797409910473</id><published>2008-10-11T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:36:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been That Long....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been like forever like almost a year since I last updated this blog. Been lazy. So much have happen since I last blog. Let me see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've finally visited Pulau Redang, the best island I've been to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256277080788473330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SPIMJ_FslfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DGS8O8h0UKE/s400/P5040019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've fired a gun and got interview for a column in the local chinese daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256278356825545618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SPINUQspG5I/AAAAAAAAACA/kAF7Hh1RvrY/s400/P5110063.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've went to Bukit Merah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256279658736885554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SPIOgCsfnzI/AAAAAAAAACI/sb4WTFZkm2I/s400/P6020098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petrol prices have went up and then came down (very litte).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been promoted to management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have moved to a boring little town in Johor to assume my new responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've sold off my car since I got a company car with the new post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've visited Phuket. Do you know that you can rent a M16 for as little as 600 Bath? And right in the middle of a shopping centre? I had always wanted to know how it would feel like to fire a machine gun. It was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've finally bought myself a Tag Heuer for my 30th birthday (which will be very soon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've finally have time to learn guitar now that I don't have to work so late nowadays. Been taking few lessons since I moved to Johor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, that's about it. A short summary since my last blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-719906797409910473?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/719906797409910473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=719906797409910473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/719906797409910473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/719906797409910473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-that-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been That Long....'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/SPIMJ_FslfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DGS8O8h0UKE/s72-c/P5040019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-7896323541771631463</id><published>2008-01-01T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:33:45.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year Has Come !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been like forever since I last update this blog. 2007 is gone and as we welcomes 2008, it's that time of the year again when I ponders about life and where I'm heading. It really seems to have passed really fast. It's like it's January one day and suddenly it's already December. Maybe I'm just too busy trying to accomplish this and that. Did not manage to achieve all my 2007's resolutions though. Come to think of it, I did quite badly. Thank God I still manage to complete my Masters. I hope to do better this year. Been giving myself too many excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So for 2008, my new year resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE MORE PRUDENT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I really have change my spending habits a lot but somehow... now and then I'll still pamper myself with expensive stuffs. Just another year before the house is ready. And so much more after that. Everything needs money. Been working really hard at work so that I can achieve all my P.O. and get more bonus. Did better than last year but still did not get my 100% target. Sigh... Really feeling the pressure here. Everytime I think about it, I felt like start puffing another stick again (I've stop smoking for about 2 months now...). Money! Money! Money! Can't live without it, can't have enough of it. Maybe it's a good idea to put the Tag Heuer F1 watch on hold first. Sigh... I do really like that watch.... Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVE A FULL &amp;amp; HEALTHY LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't really work until 10 p.m. nowadays. Been able to leave before 7 p.m. quite consistently with proper planning of my work so I'll try to maintain that. I'm not really getting any younger. Gonna be hitting the big &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this year. Really must start taking care of my health. Will exercise more and swim as often as I can. Maybe start playing sports again and hope that I won't injured my knee again. Planning to travel more both locally and abroad. Hopefully there's be no change to my planned trip to Australia. And maybe I'll visit Langkawi again. Or Kota Tinggi (provided there's no flood). And also Redang. And I'll spend more quality time with my family. I'll try to go back at least once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go BACK TO THE &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's been really long since I last go to church. Too many excuses. It's really time that I patch up things with God. It'll be hard. I just hope that He'll still take me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP CURSING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I said the same thing last year but instead of getting better, I'm getting much worse. I really must stop. If you know me and you hear me curse, please do remind me of thi ok? Many thanks and gratitude in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLAN MY CAREER PATH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My boss and my boss's boss once asked me this after knowing that I've completed my Master degree, "What's your next plan?". Well, I do know where I want to go. I've known since the day I started working. But the only thing is which path I'll choose to get there. I've been in a palm oil mill, machinery design, service industry, sales, metal fabrications and now roof tiles. I might know what I want but I don't really know what God have planned for me. I've been through a lot of hardship all the way since my school days. But somehow I've survived and the challenges that I had faced has made me stronger each time I overcomed them. All the industry I've been in to, it's like God's plan to prepare me for something so much more greater. But until He tells me what that greater purpose is, I really need to start mapping my career path. I've never been with the same company for more than 3 years. It's almost my second year now with the current company. It's no bed of roses but I do feel accomplished (at least for now). So I think I'll spend this year to evaluate whether this will be my path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So I think that's it for now. If you know me, please do pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2008 !!! New challenges ahead... Bring it on !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-7896323541771631463?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/7896323541771631463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=7896323541771631463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/7896323541771631463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/7896323541771631463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-has-come.html' title='A New Year Has Come !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-3603752580610368131</id><published>2007-09-15T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:25:13.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating with Jacky Cheung !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm free !!! I'm free !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok...maybe that's not entirely true. Let me rephrase that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm almost free !!! I'm almost free !!! Yippee !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Still have my viva next Tuesday. After that I'll be truly free. Free to take my PC apart. Free to clean my room. Free to play all the games I want. Free to blog. Free to go swimming. Free to watch all the movies I had missed. I sure have a lot of catching up to do. It's time for the good old days before my MSc. I think I'll be doing some travelling also. Go places I have not been or maybe just visit some frens in other states. I think I've really lost touch with the world around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Submitted my first draft yesterday afternoon. I really felt relieved. As if the 2-ton burden have left my shoulders. After this, I dun think I'll be going back to study anything academic anytime soon. Working full time and studying part time is really tough. The weekends are spent attending classes. And when the module is over, it's another 6 weeks of ploughing through more books and journals to complete the post module assignments. Then as you are about done, more modules and more assignments awaits you. So I end up spending whatever meagre time I had left after the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; long working hours trying to complete the assignments. I had basically no time for entertainment and not to mention sleep. That part really sucks. But I did learn a lot though. And it had really help me work better and achieve more. Maybe that's the real different between a local degree and a UK degree. Ok maybe I've just grown up and thinks better now. Dun know and dun really care. All I know now is I just had to complete my viva and then I can start having a life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Celebrate my (almost) new found freedom by attending the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jacky Cheung World Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert in Bukit Jalil with a bunch of frens. And I must say that it's money well-spent. He was &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWESOME !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The music, his singing, the light shows, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was nothing short of spectacular. I'll definitely attend his concert again if he ever shows up in Malaysian soil again. He is one talented dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACKY CHEUNG, YOU ROCK !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-3603752580610368131?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/3603752580610368131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=3603752580610368131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3603752580610368131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3603752580610368131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/09/celebrating-with-jacky-cheung.html' title='Celebrating with Jacky Cheung !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-5455862632629964893</id><published>2007-07-13T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:35:59.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/RpdnbacKkGI/AAAAAAAAABs/2-xNUZOy2Ag/s1600-h/Seeds+Saver.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/RpdnbacKkGI/AAAAAAAAABs/2-xNUZOy2Ag/s400/Seeds+Saver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A successful Christian business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business. Instead of choosing one of his directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together. He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you. The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. "I am going to give each one of you a SEED today - one very special SEED. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back hereone year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO". One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plantand he felt like a failure. Six months went by-- still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however. He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil. He so wanted the seed to grow. A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection. Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick at his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room.When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown bythe other executives. They were beautiful--in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him! When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives. Jim just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!" All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the financial director to bring him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!" When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed - Jim told him the story. The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "Behold your next Chief Executive! His name isJ im!" Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new CEO the others said? Then the CEO said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow. All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be your new Chief Executive!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the Story &lt;em&gt;(from the e-mail I received)&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you plant HONESTY, you will reap TRUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you plant GOODNESS, you will reap FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you plant HUMILITY, you will reap GREATNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you plant PERSEVERANCE, you will reap CONTENTMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you plant CONSIDERATION, you will reap PERSPECTIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you plant HARD WORK, you will reap SUCCESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you plant FORGIVENESS, you will reap RECONCILIATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you plant FAITH IN CHRIST, you will reap a HARVEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You Shall Reap What You Sow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But IMHO....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you were to hire someone who can't even find out what was wrong but just kept doing the wrong thing, the company will be gone very soon. A very good message in the end but the story... well....more like a story written by a 10-year-old to me. Good effort though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-5455862632629964893?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/5455862632629964893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=5455862632629964893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5455862632629964893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/5455862632629964893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/07/seed.html' title='The Seed'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/RpdnbacKkGI/AAAAAAAAABs/2-xNUZOy2Ag/s72-c/Seeds+Saver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-2111857251366732805</id><published>2007-06-07T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:42:23.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toyota Cars... Very Lasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A fren sent me this. Those Toyota cars sure are lasting. Like that still can run...chia lat... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/RmbiLHUwWTI/AAAAAAAAABc/Wa_MJ2K3bsY/s1600-h/Toyota+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/RmbiLHUwWTI/AAAAAAAAABc/Wa_MJ2K3bsY/s400/Toyota+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/RmbiLXUwWUI/AAAAAAAAABk/aXmgs-hBlO0/s1600-h/Toyota+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/RmbiLXUwWUI/AAAAAAAAABk/aXmgs-hBlO0/s400/Toyota+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-2111857251366732805?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/2111857251366732805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=2111857251366732805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2111857251366732805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/2111857251366732805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/06/fren-sent-me-this.html' title='Toyota Cars... Very Lasting'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/RmbiLHUwWTI/AAAAAAAAABc/Wa_MJ2K3bsY/s72-c/Toyota+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-1029175305474634499</id><published>2007-06-01T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:26:07.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of the JOY-ful Little Pig - A True Malaysian Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;l&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Rl70ND7dhoI/AAAAAAAAABU/xjx8glL6nIE/s1600-h/Wantan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Rl70ND7dhoI/AAAAAAAAABU/xjx8glL6nIE/s400/Wantan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a little piggy born in a pig farm. The little piggy was somewhat different from her peers. She was a bit smarter than the majority of the swine in that farm. She wasn't the only one though, for there are a few others in the farm that share the same sentiments. But somehow, the little piggy was more vocal than the others. The little pig didn't like staying inside the pig farm because she knew her eventual fate. She didn't like the idea of ending up like a typical pig, being wrapped in the next meat dumpling or the next wantan. Neither did she wants to be the fourth wife of the perverted boar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to run away but try as she could, she just simply can't. She can't even protest for if she squeals too much she'll annoyed the farmer and guess who will be the next to end up on the dinner plate? The farmer do have such huge arsenal to deal with deviant pigs for he was the biggest farm owner in the country. Initially, from time to time whenever the little pig squeal, the cow and the duck will join in too. But when the farmer comes... they too will suffer the same fate. Because of the fear of the farmer's wrath, the chicken and cow too eventually shut up and stop bothering. So the little piggy was left alone. And she kept wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did she end up in the pig farm anyway? She did not choose to stay in a pig farm.&lt;br /&gt;Why wasn't she given a choice on where she wanted to be born?&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't she be born as a donkey instead?&lt;br /&gt;The farmer knew she didn't like the farm but why can't the farmer just let her go?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the farmer knew that if he let one go, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the rest of the pigs would have wanted the same thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the little piggy kept wondering and pondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as fate would have it, one day the little piggy got lucky. She was taken away by a vegetarian. It was a dream come true for the little pig. No longer did she need to remain in the pig farm with the rest of the ignorant pigs but the new owner even brought her to a pro-choice country. It was a much different farm from her old place in Malaysia. Pigs can choose there. And the little piggy also realized that her old farm was the only few in the world (maybe the only one in a civilized country) that took away pigs' freedom to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She do miss some of the pigs in the old farm but she knew she would never see them again. Her old master will surely torture her to death should she dare returns to the old farm. And with his cruel, narrow-minded and dictatorial nature, he will surely punish any of the pigs that dare to so much as to speak to the little piggy again. And because the little piggy have become so infamous, most of the ignorant pigs would have already boycotted her. But it wasn't all that bad, for at least it was her choice. She could make a choice! And never had she felt more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ful as a pig. And she lived happily ever after. There were rumours that she had become a kangaroo, but that's a story for another time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-1029175305474634499?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1029175305474634499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=1029175305474634499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1029175305474634499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/1029175305474634499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/06/once-upon-time-there-was-little-piggy.html' title='The Story of the JOY-ful Little Pig - A True Malaysian Story'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Rl70ND7dhoI/AAAAAAAAABU/xjx8glL6nIE/s72-c/Wantan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-3767922207277873577</id><published>2007-05-29T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:49:02.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housemates From Hell !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back when I was still in my uni years, I had this housemate named Fam. She was like the biggest big badass bitch I've ever met. And I do really hate her so. I never would have thought that there's anyone else as kiasu or kiasi as she is until now. All I can say is this is a really big world and there's plenty of bitches to go around. The latest bitch name is Molly. A real bitch with an ass for her mouth. With a face that look like a cat that have been run over by a truck, a washing board for a body and the character worst than the most kiasu of the most kiasu Singaporean, she is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bitch. Moved out recently and left this pile of garbage (on top of a lot other stuffs) for me to clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Rlw3xz7dhlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tXJBEG3N7ec/s1600-h/Pig+Sty+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Rlw3xz7dhlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tXJBEG3N7ec/s400/Pig+Sty+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have never seen a clock with so much dust in my life. What was she thinking anyway? Making a dust bunny clock? No wonder all the guys stay away (far far away) from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Rlw3yT7dhmI/AAAAAAAAABA/DgHYMuJU5iU/s1600-h/Pig+Sty+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Rlw3yT7dhmI/AAAAAAAAABA/DgHYMuJU5iU/s400/Pig+Sty+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Took everything she can (except the garbage of course). The stove, the bloody gas tank (I wonder why it never blew up in her car), my BBQ set and for bloody sake, a half empty RM 2.70 per bottle dish washing liquid from Tesco. I mean.. How low can she still get? Oh... did I mention that she's also a thief. That bitch even took with her the landlord's ladder. Just when I thought that I have met the worst, here comes this bitch. And the bitch have a sidekick too. Another bitch named Emily. Sometime I really do pity her. To be used by the other bitch and still have no idea whatsoever. Can't really blame her though since you can really call her the brightest bitch around. Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Spend the whole evening yesterday cleaning up some of the mess, the kitchen in particular. Bought a new stove too. Damn tired, but I do really enjoy throwing away all their stuffs. It was real fun. Somehow, it brings a sense of relieve. To look at it from a more optimistic view... At least the bitches are gone...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD RIDDANCE !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And screw them if they dun pay up the utilities bills. I'm just glad they're finally gone. If you were ever approach by a Citibank credit card sales person with a face that gives you the urges to smack her right there and right then, that must be my ex-housemate from hell...Molly. I wanted to post her pic but I'm afraid she'll scare away the children and make the rest puke. So take my advice...stay away... stay far far away... You've been warned !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-3767922207277873577?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/3767922207277873577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=3767922207277873577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3767922207277873577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3767922207277873577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/05/housemates-from-hell.html' title='Housemates From Hell !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Rlw3xz7dhlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tXJBEG3N7ec/s72-c/Pig+Sty+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-3843020441259953475</id><published>2007-04-19T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:50:23.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barking Up the Wrong Tree AS USUAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saw the headlines today in &lt;a href="http://www.thestaronline.com/news/story.asp?file=/2007/4/19/nation/17486450&amp;amp;sec=nation&amp;amp;focus=1"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"RULES FOR TUITION".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Makes me wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Is giving tuitions a more serious crime than accepting bribes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Macam-Mana-You-Nak-Settle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; legal gangster (the dude in white shirt &amp;amp; black pants lah) can always make some &lt;em&gt;(I'm being modest, it should read a whole damn lot)&lt;/em&gt; extra income by getting you in trouble in the first place and then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"advising"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you to take the alternate to legal actions(summons). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*wink* *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So can his counterparts in dark blue. But if teachers don't give tuitions, can they demand bribes from the students? How about RM50 for every extra ten point for test / exam scores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do the Government know what will happen to the teachers when they can't earn enough to make ends meet? Should teachers, like other government workers start driving taxis or become bouncers and GROs in pubs after school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have the Government conducted a study on what would happen if all teachers suddenly stop giving tuitions? And what will the socio-economic impact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Don't the Government have better things to do then to harrass the group that have contributed so much to the society? Is it because that big bully in Public Works have asked the media and everyone else to shut up about the leaking pipe and there's nothing else to do because of that, so they start picking on the weak teachers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If the Government won't allowed the teachers to find extra income, are they willing to increase the teachers' salaries? Gosh... we have such a loaded Government in Malaysia &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they stop spending billions to send some dudes up to space to make roti canai and teh tarik &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stop that Public Work bully from hiring blacklisted contractors &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stop building bridges today and tear them down tomorrow so that they can pay their relatives in the projets billions of ringgits &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; give money to the idiot who poison our air annually by burning their forests. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lah... but don't count on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is really sad. If you ask me &lt;em&gt;(I'm not a teacher BTW)&lt;/em&gt;, earning some money through your dedicated efforts and hard work is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Making ends meet while helping others is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Asking for bribes is a sin !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Taking bribes is a sin !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bullying someone weaker than you but not doing anything to that big bully in Public Works that everyone hates and should be fired is a sin !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Can the Malaysian Government do something right for once? Go and pick on somebody your own size !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And something else, also from the paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Ri9WbdxgphI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UK2VShnxQCY/s1600-h/Disillusioned+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Ri9WbdxgphI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UK2VShnxQCY/s1600-h/Disillusioned+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Ri9WbdxgphI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UK2VShnxQCY/s1600-h/Disillusioned+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Ri9WbdxgphI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UK2VShnxQCY/s1600-h/Disillusioned+Girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one disillusioned girl. By implementing all this stupid restrictions it doesn't mean that the Government cares about our education system, it just shows that some dude who was bored playing Spider Solitaire in his posh office &lt;em&gt;(decorated with tax payers hard-earned income)&lt;/em&gt; suddenly decided to open his mouth and say something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HE THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was intelligent. That's all... Wake up girl !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-3843020441259953475?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/3843020441259953475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=3843020441259953475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3843020441259953475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/3843020441259953475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/04/barking-up-wrong-tree.html' title='Barking Up the Wrong Tree AS USUAL'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/Ri9WbdxgphI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UK2VShnxQCY/s72-c/Disillusioned+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-7968247185098272790</id><published>2007-04-17T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:51:31.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxis Scam !!! BEWARE !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/RiTKLBESmCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/c2jIufhI0uw/s1600-h/Maxis+Bill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/RiTKLBESmCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/c2jIufhI0uw/s400/Maxis+Bill.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just got my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maxis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bill. More billing problems as expected... Not the first time something like that happen but the latest incidents really tops it all. You know those sms you receive from time to time i.e.; latest ringtones, some stupid promotion that you dun even want to know about, etc. etc. In short,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SPAM !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If it isn't bad enough that you have to waste your time to delete those stupid messages, nowadays you are even charge to receive those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SPAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s. And your telco (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Maxis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) is even helping them to do that. What nerve !!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*%#@!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For no reason whatsoever (I &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt; subscribe to any of those stuffs), I got charged for something I dun even want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's like you went to the market to buy some vege and the vendor just stuff some meat into your basket and demanded that you pay for the meat that you never wanted in the first place. And you are a vegetarian !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How's that ??? And be careful of those offers even from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Maxis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (or your other telco) as well. I received this sms that you can try out this colour emoticon sms for free (free 10) and ended up being billed for it. And the latest one, I'm suppose to pay only RM2 for unlimited colour sms at normal sms rate and ended up being billed RM20. Called them up to try to resolve this but they can't even solve it on the same day. Have to wait 7 days some more. One thing for sure, ain't gonna trust any of those sms I received anymore. And yeah... I got a fren who received a sms informing her that she had won a price in a Petronas contest &lt;em&gt;(she didn't even go to Petronas)&lt;/em&gt; asking her to dial a certain number to get more info on how to collect her price and guess what? She ended up calling some 600 pay-by-the-minute call. Sort of like the phone sex numbers. So some words of advice, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;DO NOT BE GREEDY !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How can the telco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Maxis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;even allowed this to happen? Have the pre-paid war eaten up so much of its profit margin that they must resort to such dirty tactics to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cheat, swindle and lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;??? Welll.... I have only one word for the guy or gal who came up with this scam (or at least allowed it to happen)....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCREW YOU !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-7968247185098272790?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/7968247185098272790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=7968247185098272790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/7968247185098272790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/7968247185098272790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-got-my-maxis-bill.html' title='Maxis Scam !!! BEWARE !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__EUxF7C9Knk/RiTKLBESmCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/c2jIufhI0uw/s72-c/Maxis+Bill.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-117634862469001115</id><published>2007-04-12T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:33:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudah Jatuh Ditimpa Tangga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When it rains, it pours...The wound on my head have not evenj started healing and here I am wounded again. Woke up early today to get ready for work but as I was trying to stand up... Ouuucchhhh !!!! Couldn't even stand straight. At first thought it was another gouts attack but the doc told me it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tendonitis"&gt;tendonitis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="mailto:#@%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;#@%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Painful is the word... No swimming for me for at least another few weeks. &lt;a href="mailto:!@*$"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!@*$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-117634862469001115?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/117634862469001115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=117634862469001115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117634862469001115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117634862469001115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/04/sudah-jatuh-ditimpa-tangga.html' title='Sudah Jatuh Ditimpa Tangga'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-117630052697105734</id><published>2007-04-11T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:51:57.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/1024/683392/20070411%20Injured%20Head.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/328911/20070411%20Injured%20Head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt my head today while working. Hurt like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*#@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!! Wasn't bleeding too bad though so no stiches required. The photo was taken by a colleague after i wiped off the blood. I usually wore a hard hat when I go into the shopfloor, dunno why I didn't today.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouuuccchhh .....!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have to be extra carefull.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-117630052697105734?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/117630052697105734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=117630052697105734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117630052697105734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117630052697105734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/04/bleeding-head.html' title='Bleeding Head'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-117629941227367717</id><published>2007-04-10T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:50:12.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Find Junior New Partner(s) ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Call back a few days back. Junior seems depressed. Now we are wondering whether it would be a good idea to get Junior a new partner. He just seems so sad and lonely. But if we were to get him a new mate, I'm afraid they might end up fighting (Junior bullying the young ones of course). I'm contemplating now whether to buy 2 females to accompany him. Really have to ponder this out carefully. Sigh... so much too think and still have my thesis to do. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-117629941227367717?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/117629941227367717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=117629941227367717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117629941227367717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117629941227367717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/04/should-i-find-junior-new-partners.html' title='Should I Find Junior New Partner(s) ???'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-117629862388896526</id><published>2007-04-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:33:00.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Remembrance of Mimi ( July 2004 - April 2007 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1024/27012007072%20(edited).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/196396/27012007072%20%28edited%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi went to guinea pig heaven today. She was the first guinea pig I own. I remember the day I bought her from the pet shop in I Utama. It was like she was calling me from behind the glass display and asking me to take her home. That's why I named her Mimi (Me Me). Of the two, Mimi was the one with more problems compared to Junior. Flea infestion, underweight (she was so skinny at that time), loss of fur, irregular teeth... I remember force feeding her with milk daily using a syringe, rushing her to the vet when I noticed she was ill, giving her frequent baths (she smelled so sweet)... I'll really missed her. Back then when I still keep her in my room, she used to call out to me everyday when I got home, knowing that I have some nice treats waiting for her. Junior use to bully her when she was still small and I always have to hold the vege in my hand to feed her so that Junior won't hog all the food. And now she's gone and Junior is left all alone. I don't know when it'll be Junior's turn. Guinea pigs just don't last very long when they are lonely. They will sort of get depressed and lose the will to live. The two were so close. I remember one time when I took Mimi donstair to get some vege from the fridge and Junior screamed non-stop until Mimi is back in the cage and they ran round and round. And the time when I put a divider inside their cage and they immediately became very quiet, like heart broken. And I have to remove the divider and they were immediately playing around again. I'm really worried. I don't want to lose Junior too. She lived a short live but I think she must have enjoyed every bit of it. I gave her the best food, care and love and I hope she had lived a good life. I think mom misses her a lot too. Both of us are really devastated. It reminds me of the time Pinky my pet rabbit died. I was very young back then. I stood by her when I know she was dying until the moment she stop breathing. Mimi was with mom and I wasn't there to see the last of her. Something I'll regret... I really hope there's a guinea pig heaven and Mimi will rest in peace there. I really will miss her dearly... I will...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-117629862388896526?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/117629862388896526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=117629862388896526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117629862388896526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117629862388896526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-remembrance-of-mimi-july-2004-april_05.html' title='In Remembrance of Mimi ( July 2004 - April 2007 )'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-117509089403841692</id><published>2007-03-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:08:14.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finally In !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After an extremely long wait, the performance bonus is finally in. Have been anticipating it since December last year. Really glad that the results did not disappoint me. Now I'm motivated more than ever to get 100% of my KPIs this year. Alright...!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-117509089403841692?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/117509089403841692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=117509089403841692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117509089403841692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117509089403841692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-finally-in.html' title='It&apos;s Finally In !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-117051184860853752</id><published>2007-02-03T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:10:48.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Academic Extension</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got my extension letter from the uni a couple of days ago. Cool... another 6 months for me. Not gonna be much though, but hopefully it would be enough for me to complete my thesis. Been delaying too long. Gonna have to start working on it right after Chinese New Year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-117051184860853752?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/117051184860853752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=117051184860853752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117051184860853752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/117051184860853752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/02/academic-extension.html' title='Academic Extension'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-116934509785971934</id><published>2007-01-21T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:52:49.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been really long since I last posted anything. Been really busy...really busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Been thinking long and hard too and came up with these resolutions for 2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;COMPLETE MY THESIS &amp;amp; GRADUATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Have been giving myself too much excuses. Do not want to delay it any further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BE DEBT-FREE &amp;amp; START SAVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Need to clear all my credit cards' outstanding balances. No more changing of handphone this year. Won't be buying that &lt;em&gt;Yaris&lt;/em&gt; either. Need to clear all the debts ASAP so that I can start saving up some $$$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LIVE A NORMAL LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Been so used to sleeping late &amp;amp; end up being late to work. I want to rest ealier &amp;amp; be punctual to work this year. And I want to finish work latest by 7 p.m. No more working until 10 plus. Will plan my time so that I can have more personal time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BALANCED DIET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I need to watch my diet. Really need to cut down on the uric acid level. Need to lose weight also. Must find time to exercise. Need to start swimming or playing some sports again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;STOP CURSING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Got to watch what I say. It's becoming a serious habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, there you have it. My 2007 resolutions. Pray for me that I'll achieve them this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-116934509785971934?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/116934509785971934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=116934509785971934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/116934509785971934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/116934509785971934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-resolutions.html' title='2007 Resolutions'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-116198112826451373</id><published>2006-10-28T04:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:38:44.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>156 Road Deaths in Last Nine Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/20061020%20Road%20Accident%20Taman%20U.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/200/20061020%20Road%20Accident%20Taman%20U.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/20061023%20Road%20Accident%20Mines.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/200/20061023%20Road%20Accident%20Mines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is one of the time when I hate to be right. Read about the shocking statistics in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/10/27/nation/15835012&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Star Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've personnall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y witnessed 2 of that horrible accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What else can I say? That's what you get when u try to tackle the symptom of the problem and not attack its root cause. Or in layman terms :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why scratch your butt when it's your leg that's itching ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-116198112826451373?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/116198112826451373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=116198112826451373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/116198112826451373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/116198112826451373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/10/156-road-deaths-in-last-nine-days.html' title='156 Road Deaths in Last Nine Days'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-116101642848286471</id><published>2006-10-17T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:39:06.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just got back from TI. Hopefully everything will go as planned and we can move in to the new house by next month. Maybe it was the stress or the bed or the weather or....maybe it's simply because it had never actually healed. Maybe it's just not a big scar, maybe blood is still oozing from the scar. I do still think of her from time to time but having that dream yesterday nite really brings back a lot of memories. It's strange sometimes or maybe it's just life. You'll never get what you wanted the most but those that you can get, you'll not want them. At least not until they're gone and then you realized that you do want them but by then it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Birthday coming soon...another year older if not much wiser. It's funny how people always make a wish on their birthday. I too did that before... but it seems so long ago. Can't even remember when was the last time I make a wish. Maybe it was the disappointment that my wishes never did come true that persuaded me to stop hoping. I've made so many mistakes over the years and I still am. I always believe that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" A fool learn from his own mistake, a wise man learns from others mistakes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a fool...with no cure for my foolishness. If only I can reverse time and undo the wrongs that I did. Will I have no regrets then? Will things turn out better? A friend once told me that when God closes one dor, He always open up another. I wonder where is my door now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-116101642848286471?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/116101642848286471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=116101642848286471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/116101642848286471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/116101642848286471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/10/strange-dream.html' title='Strange Dream'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-116040453123771410</id><published>2006-10-09T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:39:56.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would George Bush Do ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/2006%20Haze%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/400/2006%20Haze%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I stared outside the windows when I woke up this morning, I kinda have a deja vu. The view outside seems so familiar. Was it Genting Highlands? Or Cameron Highlands? Hmmm... What was it? That was until the pungent smell of something burnt got sucked in through my nostril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarhhhh.... the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!@*%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!@# HAZE IS BACK !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AGAIN...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no thanks to our very thoughtful Indonesian neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;According to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stupidity"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;STUPIDITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is the quality or condition of being stupid, or lacking intelligence, as opposed to being merely ignorant or uneducated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terrorism"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERRORIST ATTACKS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; are usually characterized as "indiscriminate", "targeting of civilians" or executed "with disregard for human life". The term "terrorism" is often used to assert that the political violence of an enemy is immoral, wanton and unjustified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having done that, we can proceed to summarize the current situation as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the haze issue due to the forest burning in Indonesia is nowadays a recurring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TERRORIST ATTACKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to bring down our economies, scare away our tourists and poison our lungs, and the Malaysian Government do indeed know who the culprit that is poisoning its population annually is, but has since done NOTHING to counter this but instead did things like making it easier for the Indonesians to come into our country legally to rob our banks, snatch our purses and harrass our women, this kind of act can be named pure&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;STUPIDITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If America was its neighbour (instead of Malaysia), I wonder if the Indonesian still dare to burn their forest? And if the Indonesian do dare to conduct such act of terrorism on American soil, I wonder how many warships will George Bush send to Indonesia? &lt;em&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;. interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-116040453123771410?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/116040453123771410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=116040453123771410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/116040453123771410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/116040453123771410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-would-george-bush-do.html' title='What Would George Bush Do ???'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-115971401471161397</id><published>2006-10-01T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:41:03.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reduce Speed Limit to Prevent Accident ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was just channel surfing when I saw the newscaster saying something about the governement wanted to reduce the speed limit at a few accident-prone areas to prevent accident. And I was thinking... do Malaysians even read the signboards? So what if the speed limit signboard in KESAS reads 90 km/h? Does that prevent people from driving at 120 km/h? I mean, that's pretty stupid to me. It's the skill and attitute that needs changing &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the stupid signboards. What does changing the signboard from 90 km/h to 60 km/h do anyway? If you ask me, just another new opportunity for the dudes with a button badge saying, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Saya Tidak Terima Rasuah Hanya DUIT KOPI"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to make another few quick bucks in time for the coming raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can't they do something meaningful and really worthy of the taxes I paid for once? How about starting with fighting corruption beginning with the driving schools and JPJ. Everybody knows that you only need &lt;strong&gt;$$$&lt;/strong&gt; to get your driving license &lt;em&gt;(provided you don't kill any grannies who's trying to cross the road during your driving test).&lt;/em&gt; And because of that, one doesn't even need to achieve the bare minimum skill to drive a car before getting his or her license. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Have the government ever thought about that being a cause of high accident rate in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Who the crap ever did a finding that all accidents happen because one is driving very fast? Schumacher drives very fast too but as far as I know, the dude's still kicking. Then maybe you might come to the conclusion that maybe the reason he's still alive is that he's one darn skillful driver. One simple example, picture this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's a 2-lane road. A car is travelling on the left lane while a motorcycle is travelling on the right. Suddenly the car makes a right turn (without signalling and keeping to the right first as he should) and the motorcycle came crashing onto his right door, flew accross the car, helmet fell off (cause he didn't tie them), crushed his skull and died on the spot. So what was wrong here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The car is driving too fast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But if he was making that turn at 25 km/h instead of the 40 km/h which he did, will the motorcycle still crashed into his car? If the motorcylist had fasten his helmet would he still be alive? If both of them had really taken their driving tests instead of paying for it to get a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"kopi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; license, would they have actualy learned something and prevented this? Which is more likely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something worth pondering eh...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why is the government always like this? Why scratch your butt when it's your leg that's itching? Like what my boss would say... " Ask them to go fly kites lah !!!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speed Don't Kill People, Only Stupid People Do !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-115971401471161397?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/115971401471161397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=115971401471161397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115971401471161397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115971401471161397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/10/reduce-speed-limit-to-prevent-accident.html' title='Reduce Speed Limit to Prevent Accident ???'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-115756122193293762</id><published>2006-09-07T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:56:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been really busy lately, so no time to update this blog. Got this from a fren...touching stories with important messages...Felt kinda rejuvenated after reading the 4th one. Maybe all the crap that I'm facing now gonna be rewarded one day...maybe...just maybe...&lt;em&gt;hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. CLEANING LADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:&lt;br /&gt;"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"&lt;br /&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello."&lt;br /&gt;I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. PICKUP IN THE RAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, at11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached… It read:&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others." Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3. ALWAYS REMEMBER THOSE WHO SERVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.&lt;br /&gt;The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.&lt;br /&gt;By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.&lt;br /&gt;"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.&lt;br /&gt;The little boy again counted his coins.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.&lt;br /&gt;The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;4. THE OBSTACLE IN OUR PATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand! Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;5. GIVING WHEN IT COUNTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare &amp; serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.&lt;br /&gt;I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her.”&lt;br /&gt;As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".&lt;br /&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-115756122193293762?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/115756122193293762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=115756122193293762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115756122193293762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115756122193293762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/09/5-tales.html' title='5 Tales'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-115496860437501657</id><published>2006-08-08T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:41:49.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame On You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually my fren had sent me this for quite some time, just that I didn't manage to check it out until tonite. How shocking !!! Suddenly, I felt so ashame to tell people that I actually graduated from that university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-GRuHAvVVE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An explanation of what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6hSybRJyMKQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching these two videos, I wonder...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does two wrongs makes one right? So, the bunch of people is from an illegal party. So, does that give the other party any rights to be barbaric?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this how university students are supposed to behave? To resort to violence and to behave like hooligans?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regardless of what 3rd class degree they got, do they not at least learn to be civilize?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come they have so much time to dwell in politics when I barely had time to take on some extra language classes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't the head of the "legal" student party supposed to be a shining example to the rest? Is yelling and shouting like a baboon a good example?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;IMHO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;University is not a place for politics. It's an opportunity to learn. And it's the responsibility of each students to grab hold of this opportunity to prepare themselves for the bigger picture out there. Why waste senseless time being pawns of some political sharks?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the chinese students...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why don't you spend more time studying? Aren't you suppose to be wiser than the other party?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the uncivilized malay pigs (I do have very civilized &amp;amp; good malay frens BTW)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Get a life. Go spend your easily earned scholarship @ my money (yes, I paid my taxes) on some motorbikes or go play soccer with the ball on your hand or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shame on you. Both of you !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-115496860437501657?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/115496860437501657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=115496860437501657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115496860437501657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115496860437501657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/08/shame-on-you.html' title='Shame On You...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-115428405532908070</id><published>2006-07-31T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:42:15.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are Friends For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kinda touched by this cartoon...&lt;br /&gt;To all my buddies out there who's been my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Pig"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all these years... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;THANKS FOR BEING A FRIEND !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; All right, enough said. I'm all teary now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/What%20Are%20Frens%20For.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/400/What%20Are%20Frens%20For.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-115428405532908070?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/115428405532908070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=115428405532908070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115428405532908070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115428405532908070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-are-friends-for.html' title='What Are Friends For'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-115419394338604938</id><published>2006-07-30T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:45:08.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Tiger Gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was planning to continue my uneventful day with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but too bad that TGV had already stop showing it at Mines. Having no better plans, decided to watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dragon Tiger Gate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; instead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/400/Dragon%20Tiger%20Gate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went inside not knowing what's the movie about other than that it's from a comic book. The movie started with some background story and stuffs. Pretty confusing for a &lt;em&gt;non -&lt;/em&gt; Dragon Tiger Gate comic reader. But as the movie proceeds... WOW... pretty impressive. The endless fight scenes, simple dialogues, straight forward good guy versus bad guy plot, multiple scenes advertising Nokia's range of handphones and some pretty hot chicks make this movie a value for money treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6b3WTS9-Co" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like the trailer, then all I can say is that the movie is much much better than the trailer. I think I'll give this one a 9 out of 10.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-115419394338604938?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/115419394338604938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=115419394338604938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115419394338604938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115419394338604938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/07/dragon-tiger-gate.html' title='Dragon Tiger Gate'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-115410072736973806</id><published>2006-07-28T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:42:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Test !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A fren sent me this. Very amusing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There was only one little thing bothering me. It was her beautiful younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts and generally was bra-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day "little" sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. Well, I was in total shock and couldn't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled off her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door. I opened the door and headed straight towards my car. Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing outside, all clapping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With tears in his eyes, my future father-in-law hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test.....we couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Wait..... wait.... not so fast... if you think this is another story about being loyal to your partner, read on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the moral of this story is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Always keep your condoms in your car........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muahahahaaa.....!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-115410072736973806?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/115410072736973806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=115410072736973806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115410072736973806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115410072736973806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/07/test.html' title='THE Test !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-115358934107523909</id><published>2006-07-23T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:43:12.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Mans Chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are some movies that are best left as it is without a sequel, just like the sequel to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pirates of the Carribbeans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Well... at least that's what I think. Or maybe it's because I have such high hopes after watching the trailer for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Mans Chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/Pirates%20of%20the%20Caribbean%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/400/Pirates%20of%20the%20Caribbean%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The movie was going fine until close to the end. Then it sort of went downhill from there. Comparing it to the LORD trilogy which makes you can't wait to watch the next one, this really makes you wonder whether the RM9 you've spent is better off spent on an ice blended drink. Or maybe it was because of the @#*! Mr. Breath-Smells-Like-A-Dirty-Socks sitting next to me that spoils it all? Everytime the dingbat open his mouth to talk to his girl... pheeeeeew... Makes me wonder how the girl can stand him anyway. Love must be really blind or maybe in this case... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;smell sensory impaired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Muahahahhaaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-115358934107523909?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/115358934107523909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=115358934107523909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115358934107523909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115358934107523909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-of-caribbean-2-dead-mans-chest.html' title='Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Mans Chest'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-115325321317760751</id><published>2006-07-19T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T04:06:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged Underground Cable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/Damaged%20Underground%20Cable.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/320/Damaged%20Underground%20Cable.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been a really rough week at work this week...and to think that it's only Tuesday. Sigh.. Another big surprise awaits me when I got to the factory today. It was awfully quiet when I got down from the car. Hmmm.. that's strange...well... maybe they have a late profile change over....hmmm.. or so I thought. Bump into my supervisor as I was walking from the car park...and guess what... POWER FAILURE !!! The TNB staffs were pretty prompt to arrive and upon checking, found one of the underground cable damaged. To cut the long story short... rented genset arrived more than 3 hours late, @#%@ person-in-charge who is rude, pissed off...and end up going back at 2 a.m. Sigh... That's another day at the factory. Wonder what awaits me tomorrow. Hopefully something positive for a change. Man...am I tired or what.... sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-115325321317760751?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/115325321317760751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=115325321317760751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115325321317760751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115325321317760751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/07/damaged-underground-cable.html' title='Damaged Underground Cable'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-115281350905438003</id><published>2006-07-14T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:58:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated, Disappointed &amp; Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a really terrible day today. Spent the whole day at the factory rewiring one of the major machinery and at the end, to have a new problem poping up. Sigh...Another long day tomorrow. And what's more, the lady from Public Bank called again numerous times bugging me about my housing loan. Makes me wonder if there are actually people working in the bank these days. First they told me that they had approved my loan for up to almost 97%, now after I have signed and paid for everything, they're telling me that there's been a mistake and wanted me to top up the balance. And on top of that I found a mail from the lawyer when I got back. Same issue regarding the loan. Damn.... what the crap is happening? I sure would like to know... I'm gonna be making some phone calls tomorrow and I wonder who's gonna be my &lt;em&gt;victims&lt;/em&gt;. Kekekeke... To makes matter worse, have to run around to get the stuffs for the new house back in TI. End up only having dinner at 11.30 p.m. Sigh.... So tired... so many things to think about... work, house, stupid bank, stupid lawyer, stupid developer, blah... blah... blah.... Oh please... please... I need a break....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-115281350905438003?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/115281350905438003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=115281350905438003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115281350905438003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115281350905438003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/07/irritated-disappointed-exhausted.html' title='Irritated, Disappointed &amp; Exhausted'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-115246309959784388</id><published>2006-07-10T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:38:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..I'm Connected Again !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been like 2 weeks since I last get to access the internet. Stupid TM Net !!! After like calling and yelling for no less than 6 times did I finally get my broadband back. Talk about being stressful. Anyway, just glad that I finally check my mails and surf the net again. Sure have a lot to tell. Will continue blogging soon. Cheers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-115246309959784388?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/115246309959784388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=115246309959784388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115246309959784388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/115246309959784388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/07/finallyim-connected-again.html' title='Finally..I&apos;m Connected Again !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114996213821694984</id><published>2006-06-11T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T01:55:38.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another weekend. Was planning to sleep until very late today but was woken at 9 by my boss. Sigh.... Why did Alexander G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;raham Bell invent the telephone anyway? Cut the story short, didn't sleep well after that and decide to go out &lt;em&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/em&gt;. End up in Ikea and it was a very good decision indeed. Manage to get a few things for my room and also selected some stuffs for the new house back in TI. It was a beautiful day indeed with pretty gals wherever I turn my head to. It was a really pleasant &lt;em&gt;cuci mata&lt;/em&gt; experience. There was this one gal that really caught my attention and my oh my...is she a sight to behold ! She caught me stealing glances at her at the lightings section and I should have taken that opportunity to talk to her...damn... what an opportunity wasted. But then again, I would have just make a fool out of myself. But..now we'll never know...sigh....Somebody need to come up with a time machine...&lt;em&gt;pronto&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114996213821694984?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114996213821694984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114996213821694984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114996213821694984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114996213821694984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-weekend.html' title='Another Weekend...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114945138083991472</id><published>2006-06-05T03:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:30:15.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippery Nipple...No Pun Intended !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Found this really interesting cocktail recipe for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Slippery Nipple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1 part Bailey to 1 part Butterscotch schnapps. Mix together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114945138083991472?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114945138083991472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114945138083991472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114945138083991472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114945138083991472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/06/slippery-nippleno-pun-intended.html' title='Slippery Nipple...No Pun Intended !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114944920549182852</id><published>2006-06-05T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T03:26:45.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komplek Aik Aik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still sick but went back to my hometown, &lt;em&gt;The Land of Chu Cheong Fan&lt;/em&gt; anyway. Traffic was bad all the way home, most probably due to the Saturday holiday. Sigh...Went for a haircut the next day. Hair getting unkempt. Saw this on my way...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/320/Pathetic%20Rat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The little creepy thing was in such a mess. Fur almost gone, wounds...most probably gonna die soon. The building is in such a mess and I guess even the rat can't stand it anymore. Luckily my hair stylist is gonna move shop by my next visit. Whew....what a relief...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114944920549182852?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114944920549182852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114944920549182852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114944920549182852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114944920549182852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/06/komplek-aik-aik.html' title='Komplek Aik Aik'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114944859674745385</id><published>2006-05-31T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T03:16:36.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread Audit ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/Bakery%20Ular%20Staff.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/200/Bakery%20Ular%20Staff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still suffering from food poisoning, so thought of getting some easy to digest bread from a nearby bakery. Reach the place at 9.45 p.m. All right...still got time. Walk towards the door and pushed...and pushed...*@*!#.. it's locked!!! On the door it's written open until 10.00 p.m. The staffs were still inside, busy counting the breads, oblivious to my presence. As I was leaving, another unlucky few arrived. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114944859674745385?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114944859674745385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114944859674745385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114944859674745385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114944859674745385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/05/bread-audit.html' title='Bread Audit ???'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114883798460354138</id><published>2006-05-29T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:39:44.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smallville Season IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just finish watching the season finale for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;mallville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Season 4). I hope TV3 will continue to air Season 5. Manage to browse some webpages on Season 5... hmmm... interesting plot and twist of event... I just can't wait... maybe I'll go download Season 5... hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114883798460354138?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114883798460354138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114883798460354138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114883798460354138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114883798460354138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/05/smallville-season-iv.html' title='Smallville Season IV'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114875573247977619</id><published>2006-05-28T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T02:56:21.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men: The Last Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yahoo !!! It's finally Saturday. Been a looooooong week at work. Still much to do on Monday...but that's a story for a another time. Just got back from the movie. Went with Philip to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.x-menthelaststand.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X-Men: The Last Stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/400/The%20Last%20Stand%20Banner.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Great movie, as expected. Didn't expect to see so many mutants hero die though. Oooopsss...my appologies to those that have not watched the movie. kekekeke.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (my idol since my teenage years) is still waaaaaaay cool. Where can I get those claws??? And Rogue, is it worth giving up her power for some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"cold"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sex? I mean, if you have such super cool abilities, will you give it up? Cyclops...hmm...wonder why they added him anyway...to promote the very expensive Oakley? I like what he said to Logan though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not everybody heals as fast as you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ow true it is. And the new girl, Ellen Page (Kitty), I think she is just absolutely sweet. Can't wait for ner next movie. The ending is pretty confusing though. Did Magneto got back his power? Or did he not? So will there be a X-Men IV? What will they call it then? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;X-Men: The Very Last Stand, This Time For Real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Hey, I'm not complaining...sounds cool to me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114875573247977619?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114875573247977619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114875573247977619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114875573247977619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114875573247977619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/05/x-men-last-stand.html' title='X-Men: The Last Stand'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114848041330053721</id><published>2006-05-24T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:45:35.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Must People Keep The Plactic On When They Drive A New Car ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I did too much thinking lately. As my mind was wandering off while driving to work this morning I saw this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/320/New%20Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lady driving a brand new Avanza. I have no idea when she got her car but since it's only 8.15 a.m. in the morning, I doubt that she just got out of the sales office. The seats and everything were still wrapped in plastics even the driver seat. My question is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is there a need to keep the wrapper / plastic on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Is it too let people know that it's a new car? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So that a dude who had played too much GTA can easily pick it out from the crowd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Is it to prevent it from getting dirty?&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long does she intend to keep it on anyway?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Could it be that she likes sitting on plastics? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So that she can slipped on the smooth plastics surface and rushed head first onto the windscreen when she hit the brakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Could she have like the smell of plastics heating up under the hot tropical sun? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So that she can inhale more toxic gasses and die faster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a strange strange world this is....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114848041330053721?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114848041330053721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114848041330053721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114848041330053721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114848041330053721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-must-people-keep-plactic-on-when.html' title='Why Must People Keep The Plactic On When They Drive A New Car ???'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114840521948771130</id><published>2006-05-24T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:04:22.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did Something Really Wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/Stressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/200/Stressed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did something really bad a few days ago and I had told myself not to repeat it but at the end I still did it. I don't really know what's wrong with me. And I can't think of any way of doing my acts. It's like I'm sinking deeper and deeper into a quicksand of sins but I can't find a way to get out. I'm so full of guilt now. I feel really confused...it's a horrible, terrible feeling...And I could only blame myself. This sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114840521948771130?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114840521948771130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114840521948771130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114840521948771130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114840521948771130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-did-something-really-wrong.html' title='I Did Something Really Wrong...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114815264477485306</id><published>2006-05-21T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T03:17:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porridge Steamboat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went for steamboat with a few hometown frens. Been there a few times before, so I thought of trying something different today and ordered the porridge steamboat (they have 4 different soup types i.e.; chicken, tomyam, bah kut teh &amp; porridge). Man... was it a dissapointment compared to my previous few visits. The fish taste like rotten fish and it most probably is. So I thought of washing it down with some sugarcane juice and guess what? It's not fresh. No, it's way pass it's expiry. The rest of the stuffs didn't go too well either maybe coz we burnt the porridge. Kekekekee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/Porridge%20Steamboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/320/Porridge%20Steamboat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114815264477485306?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114815264477485306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114815264477485306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114815264477485306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114815264477485306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/05/porridge-steamboat.html' title='Porridge Steamboat'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114763260672106314</id><published>2006-05-15T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:50:58.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxis 3G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still customizing my new gadget. Just remembered that Maxis is having a promotion on the new 3G service. Browse the webpage and make a call to Maxis (123) to subscribe. Already have the 3G SIM card, so only need to activate the service. Hmm... lots of free stuffs until the end of June. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/Maxis%203G%20Promotion.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/400/Maxis%203G%20Promotion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Manage to connect after clicking a few buttons and having the settings sent to my phone. So I just click away until I saw &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; N&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!! Yippee...free cartoons for a whole month...or so i &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then only did I found out that you can only get the streaming video from a LIMITED area with STRONG signal (or bandwidth as in the error message). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;D*** F****** C*** !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well.. no cartoons then. &lt;em&gt;Sigh....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114763260672106314?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114763260672106314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114763260672106314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114763260672106314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114763260672106314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/05/maxis-3g.html' title='Maxis 3G'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114763131023954604</id><published>2006-05-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:28:30.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N70</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Much as I hate to say this but my O2 Mini is officially retired. After wasting about RM600 it only managed to work for about a week. So, today I finally went to Low Yat to purchase a new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nokia N70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smartphone. Of all the phones that I had purchased over the years, this is the first one that is non-original (AP set lah...). What to do? The O2 repair costs, car broke down, shoes koyak, Mother's Day present, etc. etc. So the RM300 difference between the original and AP set enables me to get an additional 1GB RS-MMC, screen protector, car charger, a really neat &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Skinx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, etc. etc. Hmmm.. oh yeah...still charging the battery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114763131023954604?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114763131023954604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114763131023954604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114763131023954604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114763131023954604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/05/n70.html' title='N70'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114701140198256662</id><published>2006-05-03T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:46:12.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Got my PPC back from the O2 service centre and guess what...it is still functioning after all. So instead of buying a new phone, I gave my Pocket PC a new casing instead. Even gave it a new skin. Found one of those shops that will "wrap" your PPC, handphone or even MP3 player with some sort of sticker in Low Yat. Now it looks brand new. Yippee...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114701140198256662?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114701140198256662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114701140198256662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114701140198256662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114701140198256662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-life.html' title='New Life...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114608057537765330</id><published>2006-04-27T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:46:28.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet PPC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dropped my Pocket PC yesterday while getting out from the car...well..more like running out from the car since it was raining heavily. The back cover flew open and the battery was dismantled. And of course plenty of rain water got in. And more dents and scratches on it (not the first time). Manage to get it switched on and reinstall all the softwares and games and then...&lt;strong&gt;boom&lt;/strong&gt;..after all my hard works... it reset itself again. I'm giving up. Tomorrow morning, I'm gonna take it to the expert and have it dismantled, cleaned and dried. And maybe give it a new casing too. Hmmm... good idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114608057537765330?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114608057537765330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114608057537765330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114608057537765330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114608057537765330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/04/wet-ppc.html' title='Wet PPC'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114277511144711981</id><published>2006-03-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:31:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Big Decision in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We make some many decisions in life and today I just made another big one... I'll be the new owner of a condominium in Jan 2009. Still a long time to go before I can finally have a place of my own but well...that's once resolution achieved. It's a very modest place...1268 square feet and with some really neat facilities. A pretty decent place for a bachelor I think. Now...how am I gonna decorate my bachelor pad? Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114277511144711981?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114277511144711981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114277511144711981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114277511144711981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114277511144711981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-big-decision-in-life.html' title='Another Big Decision in Life'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114277445829941419</id><published>2006-03-17T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:10:29.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/Wounded%20Thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/200/Wounded%20Thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In my last 6 years of working experience, I think this is the first time where I was really hurt and need to be rushed to the clinic for medical aid. My right thumb got pulled in to a bench grinder while I was grinding something and got quite badly hurt. Lost about &lt;strong&gt;40%&lt;/strong&gt; of the fingernail and the flesh underneath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The picture was taken 2 days after the incident when I went to change the bandage. It was bleeding pretty badly at that time and the doctor have to cut off the skin / flesh that was partly grinded off &lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/strong&gt; anaesthetic !!! Ouch...!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114277445829941419?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114277445829941419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114277445829941419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114277445829941419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114277445829941419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch...!!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114123002212225336</id><published>2006-03-01T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:46:49.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fuel Rise..!!! So What Else is New ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;The latest increase in fuel price is just insane...30 cents !!! That's almost a 20% increase. Guess my next full tank gonna be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; another RM15 to RM20 higher. What a swell time to change job and move to an office much further away from home. If I had known this, I would have definitely ask for higher pay. As usual, the government is giving all sort of excuses. I sure hope the promise to use the money saved from the reduced subsidy will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be fully used to improve the country's transportation system. But as the saying &lt;em&gt;(the one banned from the media)&lt;/em&gt; goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;For every RM 1,000 allocated for building highways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;RM500 goes to the "Semua Goyang, MRR2 Sikit Juga Goyang, Saya Talak Goyang" Minister &lt;em&gt;(*blink* "blink*&lt;/em&gt; you know who).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;RM250 goes to THE Minister's colleague, town council, etc. who are without conscience or fear of hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;RM125 goes to the main contactor who will subcontract all the work out to the person most willing to pay for his next Mercedes S350 since he will not be blacklisted even if the project fail. Of course lah, since out of the RM125, RM25 will be used to treat THE Minister to karaoke, dangdut, Bollywood night clubs, etc. to get into THE Minister's good side. After some toddy, anything also can. Give order for next project after first one failed also can. "Sure...no problem...*burp*", said THE Minister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;The remaining goes to the sub, sub-sub or sub-sub-subcontractor actually doing the work...with the cheapest of material, labour and skill of course. What to do, no more budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;So at the end, we got the "best" of highways and roads with "lots" &lt;em&gt;(almost one for every highway built inclusive of the one that is not working)&lt;/em&gt; of proper lighting and safety features. And of course, loads of toll plazas to collect more money from the taxpayers for many many years with many many more years of extension because the toll operator is very "kam cheng" with THE Minister (&lt;em&gt;which can be expected since THE Minister also get a RM20 for every RM100 collected)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;The near future sure looks dim. The chain reaction is gonna start (or already started). Utilities prices will go up, followed by food, transport and eventually everything else. If the person is already living on a very lean budget every month, what else can he cut? Shower once a week instead of twice daily? Sell off his car and buy a bicycle? A packet of Maggi mee to eat for 2 days? Sigh...when am I ever gonna get a 20% pay increase anyway ??? Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114123002212225336?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114123002212225336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114123002212225336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114123002212225336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114123002212225336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-fuel-rise-so-what-else-is-new.html' title='Another Fuel Rise..!!! So What Else is New ???'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-114097475469373119</id><published>2006-02-25T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:49:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace Mr. Branley...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/Branley%20Fong.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/200/Branley%20Fong.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It's been a really looooooooong week. A terrible one indeed. My ex-boss passed away on Friday. Life is just so short and fragile. He looks so healthy when I last saw him before leaving the company. And all of a sudden he was back in the hospital and just leave like that. My biggest regret is not manage to visit him at the hospital. I felt really bad. Of all my previous job appointments, he was the one who had taught me the most about life. Valuable lessons that I'll never forget. He was also the one who told me right in the interview that he likes me and that he saw leadership qualities in me. The same person who told me that I have something unique. A really rare experience for me. A man with vision he was. He had such big plans. Something that I admire. And he'll always be remembered as a good boss to his colleague and a good husband and father to his family. It's really too late for me to do anything now. I'm just glad that he had accepted Christ and that he's with the Lord now. At least he won't have to suffer no more. Life is just so cruel sometimes... and this incident made me realized that the messages and Power Point presentations that I receive almost daily is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live life to the fullest and make everyday worthwhile and meaningful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow your dreams and live them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live today as if it is the last for what if tomorrow never comes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you love someone, tell them now for tomorrow might be too late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is short, make it sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Rest in peace &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Branley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...I'll always remember what you had taught me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-114097475469373119?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/114097475469373119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=114097475469373119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114097475469373119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/114097475469373119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/02/rest-in-peace-mr-branley.html' title='Rest in Peace Mr. Branley...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-113993524215223122</id><published>2006-02-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T01:25:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Lonely Valentine...sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/Pooh%20Bee%20My%20Honey.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/320/Pooh%20Bee%20My%20Honey.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yup...it the time of the year again when the price of roses soar many many many folds and restaurants are all fully boked. Which means it's another lonely &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for me...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. My parcel reached its receiptment this afternoon and I got the reply pretty soon after that. Not "excatly" what I wanted to hear. Obviously my imported &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pooh&lt;/span&gt; and Belgium chocolates plus my passionately composed poem didn't do the trick. And to think that I've been pondering and searching for weeks for the perfect gift. Sigh... well...it wasn't an actual rejection though. I could have been rushing for things and she do need more time to get to know me. At least that is what I console myself with. What's wrong with me? Why am I saying that? Shit...it must have been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-113993524215223122?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/113993524215223122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=113993524215223122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113993524215223122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113993524215223122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-lonely-valentinesigh.html' title='Another Lonely Valentine...sigh...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-113993166490636640</id><published>2006-02-13T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:47:10.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Today's my first day at the new company. New job, new colleagues, new environment. My very first job with an MNC. So, now I'm no longer a big shot in a small company but a small fry in a huge organization. Doesn't sound all that bad at all; less responsibilities, better pay. What else can I ask for? Gonna be submitting my last assignment this weekend too. So, this is really gonna be my fresh start. Hopefully I can make it at this new environment. Praying hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-113993166490636640?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/113993166490636640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=113993166490636640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113993166490636640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113993166490636640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-113679881989107269</id><published>2006-01-09T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:47:56.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year Has Come !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Arhhh....another year had passed. Looking forward to another wonderful and hectic year ahead. Few more weeks to Chinese New Year and a new beginning for me. Have just collected my new appointment letter after 3 grueling interviews. Have just submitted my resignation letter last week to HR. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES ! YES ! I have FINALLY resigned. Yippee !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Boss still in Singapore so have not meet him yet. Dunno what he'll say leh.... hmmm....Gonna be really busy, so I guess my guitar / drum lesson will have to wait..again... Postponing my thesis too. Most probably for another 6 months. New year resolutions? Hmm...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Live healthy. Last year was a really bad year for my health. So, got to really take care of my health this year. Hopefully still have time for sports after starting the new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cut down on cigarettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Get my own house / condo. Been searching around but have yet to find one that I like and will suit my budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Start my thesis so that I can graduate next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Start my saving plan / habit. Finally...after so many working years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Hmmm.... what else? Stick to my new year resolutions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-113679881989107269?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/113679881989107269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=113679881989107269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113679881989107269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113679881989107269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-has-come.html' title='A New Year Has Come !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-113495940568649823</id><published>2005-12-19T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:37:46.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew.....Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Completed my last module yesterday. Finally I'll be able to sleep in on Saturdays and Sundays. Though I still have my post module assignments and thesis to go, but somehow, there's a sense of relieve. It's like a new milestone in my life. Planning to fill up my weekends with something else. So many things have popped up in my mind ; learn electric guitar, drum, golf, 3D modelling, mandarin, japanese, korean, etc. etc. Really dunno what to do first. Well...maybe I'll decide after Christmas. Hmmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-113495940568649823?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/113495940568649823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=113495940568649823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113495940568649823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113495940568649823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2005/12/whewfinally.html' title='Whew.....Finally...'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-113464260824504897</id><published>2005-12-15T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:37:25.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man, the Guinea Pig &amp; the Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/1600/Christmas%20Piggie.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/320/Christmas%20Piggie.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;A man walks into a bar and asks the bartender, "If I show you a really good trick, will you give me a free drink?" The bartender considers it, then agrees. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny guinea pig. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a tiny piano. The guinea pig stretches, cracks his knuckles, and proceeds to play the blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;After the man finished his drink, he asked the bartender, "If I show you an even better trick, will you give me free drinks for the rest of the evening?" The bartender agrees, thinking that no trick could possibly be better than the first. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the tiny guinea pig. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a tiny piano. The guinea pig stretches, cracks his knuckles, and proceeds to play the blues. The man reaches into another pocket and pulls out a small frog, who begins to sing along with the guinea pig's music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;While the man is enjoying his beverages, a stranger confronts him and offers him $100,000.00 for the frog. "Sorry," the man replies, "he's not for sale." The stranger increases the offer to $250,000.00 cash up front. "No," he insists, "he's not for sale." The stranger again increases the offer, this time to $500,000.00 cash. The man finally agrees, and turns the frog over to the stranger in exchange for the money."Are you insane?" the bartender demanded. "That frog could have been worth millions to you, and you let him go for a mere $500,000!" "Don't worry about it." the man answered. "The frog was really nothing special. You see, the guinea pig's a &lt;strong&gt;ventriloquist&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-113464260824504897?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/113464260824504897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=113464260824504897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113464260824504897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113464260824504897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2005/12/man-guinea-pig-frog.html' title='The Man, the Guinea Pig &amp; the Frog'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-113452844165420773</id><published>2005-12-14T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:36:49.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick-Up Lines to Use on Engineering Chicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Those Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I won't stop bugging you until I get the address of your home page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Let's convert our potential energy to kinetic energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wanna come back to my room and see my 166MHz Pentium? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;How about you and I go back to my place and form a covalent bond? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;You're sweeter than glucose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;We're as compatible as two similar Power Macintoshes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wanna see the programs in my HP-48GX? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Your body has the nicest arc length I've ever seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;You're hotter than a bunsen burner set to full power! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;My love for you is like a concave up function because it is always increasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nowadays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;How about you and I get back to my place so that I can plugged in my USB device to your USB port?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Do you want to sync at my place or your place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Newton was right. Your action is giving me a reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;My ride is just outside. Want to test my newly mounted adjustable shock absorber together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Have you heard about the Principle of Equilibrium? Do you want to see how my mass goes in and mass go out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Do you want to see my turbo-charged piston in action?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You have the right radius at the right place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Can I MMS you sometime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You're hotter that all the heat generated by 5 fire tube boilers added together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Do you usually 2.5G or 3G?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You're like Aspartame, just as sweet but minus the guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;We are as compatible as a key and the key way in a 0.18kW AC motor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Want to lubricate my piston?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;My love for you grows exponentially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Want me to show you how 1 plus 1 is equal to 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-113452844165420773?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/113452844165420773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=113452844165420773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113452844165420773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113452844165420773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2005/12/pick-up-lines-to-use-on-engineering.html' title='Pick-Up Lines to Use on Engineering Chicks'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-113446668442919854</id><published>2005-12-13T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:34:34.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gullible? Hypocrites? Ignorant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Logged on to &lt;em&gt;My Yahoo!&lt;/em&gt; and noticed an interesting piece of news about a convicted killer and the petition to the Governor to grant him clemency. Browse a few webpages with varying opinions and it just make me wonder...&lt;em&gt; " What the #@*! is wrong with the Americans anyway?"&lt;/em&gt; Must the issue of racism be brought up in every court case?&lt;strong&gt; IMHO&lt;/strong&gt;, it's a very simple case...the cold-blooded dude murdered an innocent man and slaughtered a whole family, he was convicted and so he should face the music. Sure, he wrote a couple of books, made a movie, blah..blah...blah... but he killed innocent people. Do those people he murdered deserve to die such a cruel death? Was he ever really repentent of his crime? Have he ever admitted to the crime and said that he was repentent? No..never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then there's his group of supporters; some actors, rappers and a &lt;em&gt;so-called-reverend&lt;/em&gt;. The artists I can understand, after all they have only hoped to be more popular through this case. But hey...do you think they'll wanna be involved if they don't get paid. The &lt;em&gt;so-called-reverend&lt;/em&gt;...please... please....I beg you... stop insulting God. Checked his history and this dude is a pure politician i.e.; have affairs, mistresses, corrupt, etc...etc... Do you call such person a man of God. A man who is not in the same standing as God should not call himself a reverend and insult God. How can the Americans be so ignorant and gullible? For those supporting him, what if the people that he have murdered is your family? How would you react? Anyway... this is only my personal opinion. Please don't take my words for it. Browse a bit, research a bit before coming to your own conclusions. And may the Lord have mercy on those who are truly repentant. Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-113446668442919854?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/113446668442919854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=113446668442919854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113446668442919854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113446668442919854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2005/12/gullible-hypocrites-ignorant.html' title='Gullible? Hypocrites? Ignorant?'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-113445524324072225</id><published>2005-12-13T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:34:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Kicking !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;It's been like months now since I last updated this blog. Been kinda busy.. you know..all kind of stuffs... work, assignments, Korean drama series, games, games, and more games. Bought a few games but have only managed to played one of them. Fable - The Lost Chapter is one Kick*ss game. I'm playing the good guy at the moment. Gonna finish it soon so that I can start my massacre of all the towns.... MUAHAHAHAHA (evil laugh).....!!!! So I guess Age of Empires III and Halo will have to wait. Or I might just go and buy the new Need for Speed Most Wanted...hmmmm... so many games to play..so little time......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-113445524324072225?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/113445524324072225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=113445524324072225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113445524324072225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/113445524324072225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2005/12/still-kicking.html' title='Still Kicking !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-112416891914959022</id><published>2005-08-16T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:06:42.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can See Clearly Now  (The Spoof) !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see clearly now the haze has gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can see all the stupid drivers blocking my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gone are the dark smoke that had me choke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s gonna be a bright, (bright) bright sun shiny day.&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be a bright, (bright) bright sun shiny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I can make it now the haze has gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of the itchy eyes and coughing have disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is the heavy rain I’ve been praying for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s gonna be water, (water) water everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s gonna be water, no more water rationing days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look all around there’s nothing but traffic jams.&lt;br /&gt;Look straight ahead, there’s nothing but cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see clearly now the haze has gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see all morons blocking my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gone are the dark smoke that had me choke,&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be water, (water) water everyday.&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be water, no more water rationing days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-112416891914959022?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/112416891914959022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=112416891914959022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/112416891914959022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/112416891914959022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-can-see-clearly-now-spoof.html' title='I Can See Clearly Now  (The Spoof) !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-112375245608790870</id><published>2005-08-11T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T17:32:29.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Now Officially Official !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ok, this is what happen... I made a mistake while embedding the midi file. And somehow, I became the only one that is able to hear the music. To cut the long story short, I have found a place on the web that will host my music now but in .wma format instead. So it's gonna take a bit longer to load the page if you dun have broadband...so be patient...And as usual, I will update the music from time to time to sort of give the blog a fresh feel. So, stay tune...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-112375245608790870?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/112375245608790870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=112375245608790870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/112375245608790870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/112375245608790870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-now-officially-official.html' title='It&apos;s Now Officially Official !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-112372855093156043</id><published>2005-08-11T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:33:35.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Samy Vellu, Thank You Indonesia !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever notice that there are so much things in life that we have taken for granted. Stuffs that have been so routine that we fail to appreciate it. I would just like to take this opportunity to thank the Works Minister for reminding me this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for making my life miserable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for reminding me how life sucks every morning when I travel to work and every evening on my way home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for removing all the convenient u-turns in Serdang (and previously in Sunway) and creating bottlenecks that makes my usual 15-minute journey an hour in hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/320/Traffic%20Jam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning Traffic ! The 2 km "Car Dragon".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;And last but not least, thank you Indonesia for being such a great neighbour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for burning your forest and blowing all the smoke over to Malaysia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for making the place I stay looks like Genting Highlands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/320/Way%20To%20Factory2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On The Way To Office !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5201/1109/320/Mines4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for making me realise that breathing is worse than smoking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for boosting Malaysia's economy by helping to drive all investors and tourists away with the haze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for raising our API and making the air hazardous to our health.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for repeating this same cycle year after years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you! Thank you! I owe all these to you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-112372855093156043?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/112372855093156043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=112372855093156043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/112372855093156043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/112372855093156043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-you-samy-vellu-thank-you.html' title='Thank You Samy Vellu, Thank You Indonesia !!!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15204417.post-112365625831696193</id><published>2005-08-10T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:33:03.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Polls. Vote Me! Vote Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yup...the first batch of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BSBH Mini Poll ©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;is out. Hurray...!!! This is the first of many more mini polls. Do cast your votes. I have put them on auto-cycle. So, you should see a different type everytime you drop in. Mini polls to date :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Would You Rate This Blog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Would You Fire?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Use the Force Luke...and may the Force be with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15204417-112365625831696193?l=bsbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/feeds/112365625831696193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15204417&amp;postID=112365625831696193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/112365625831696193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15204417/posts/default/112365625831696193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bsbh.blogspot.com/2005/08/mini-polls-vote-me-vote-me.html' title='Mini Polls. Vote Me! Vote Me!'/><author><name>The Dude of Dudes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615672246897006028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5201/1109/400/468559/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
