<?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-22984881</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:53:18.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abang Bobby's</title><subtitle type='html'>I am always a perfectly safe man to tell any dirt to as it goes in one ear and out of my mouth.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-935012534961163430</id><published>2007-04-07T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:29:27.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/210261"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/210261/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-935012534961163430?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/935012534961163430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=935012534961163430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/935012534961163430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/935012534961163430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2007/04/friend-test.html' title='Friend Test'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-4672824408610559351</id><published>2007-04-05T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:15:47.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, again!</title><content type='html'>Averdim and Sue Chin tagged me quite a while ago but I wasn't bothered to do it. I don't know whether others tagged me. It looks like many want to know the weird things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have not been into a relationship before, be it a gay or a straight one. Haha..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like sleeping on the sofa. So, every now and then, I sleep in the living room. I asked my parents to put the current sofa set in my room if they ever think of getting a new set.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make fool out of myself, especially there is crowd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I listen to oldies that many youngsters don't like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can be quite shy at times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like things that people can hardly find / get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;...and I don't wish to tag anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-4672824408610559351?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/4672824408610559351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=4672824408610559351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/4672824408610559351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/4672824408610559351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2007/04/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged, again!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-4483668758801177984</id><published>2007-04-01T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:25:26.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Collection</title><content type='html'>I know many of you guys like seeing my pictures very much (self confidence. hehe) . In fact, I have compiled them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/01/ab.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-4483668758801177984?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/4483668758801177984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=4483668758801177984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/4483668758801177984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/4483668758801177984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures-collection.html' title='Pictures Collection'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-2324505366858726685</id><published>2007-03-30T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:50:51.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Country</title><content type='html'>I came across something on the net and would like to share with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know me well. So I have to say this: "I am not the one who created this thing. Haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Malaysia"&gt;*Click here*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-2324505366858726685?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2324505366858726685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=2324505366858726685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/2324505366858726685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/2324505366858726685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-country.html' title='My Country'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-1479699402885802445</id><published>2007-03-29T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:28:30.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is Golden</title><content type='html'>Muthu robbed a convenient shop in Klang yesterday and he got away with it. Unfortunately, he was rounded up by police later as a suspect. Muthu was lined up together with other suspects and the store owner, Ah Gu was brought in and asked to identify the suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gu walked up and down several times and told the Inspector that he could not recognise the suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gu: That time was kind of dark. So I did not really see his face.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: When you made your report, you told us that you can recognise him if you see him again.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gu: Yes, but I can somehow recognise his voice.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Okay. What was he saying before he robbed you?&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gu: He said, "Itu luit suma masuk lalam beg ini! Kalau tak mau kasi, I tembak you!".&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Are you sure that he said that?&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gu: I am very sure, Sir Inspector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Muthu walked out from the line and shouted at Ah Gu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muthu: Cilaka punya Cina! How can you bluff the police?! I did not say that to you at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sketch competition in school today and my class got 2nd. Here are some of the pictures...&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt0EUpnfKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BeSYWIaUS20/s1600-h/P1030102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt0EUpnfKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BeSYWIaUS20/s400/P1030102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047255425010334882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before the show begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt0E0pnfLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3dVwKVJ6IWY/s1600-h/P1030103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt0E0pnfLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3dVwKVJ6IWY/s400/P1030103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047255433600269490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt0FkpnfMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IMfkoAgtMh4/s1600-h/P1030104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt0FkpnfMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IMfkoAgtMh4/s400/P1030104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047255446485171394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt0F0pnfNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FQGVbcB8ReU/s1600-h/P1030106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt0F0pnfNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FQGVbcB8ReU/s400/P1030106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047255450780138706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U6 Cergas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt0GEpnfOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EFTVFHpXQpU/s1600-h/P1030107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt0GEpnfOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EFTVFHpXQpU/s400/P1030107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047255455075106018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U6 Setia. Ya Chin was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt750pnfPI/AAAAAAAAABA/aiZvcZC0OaA/s1600-h/P1030110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt750pnfPI/AAAAAAAAABA/aiZvcZC0OaA/s400/P1030110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047264040714730738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So not understanding of the director to put this guy as the one who proposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt-NEpnfRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gPDzQIEUphg/s1600-h/P1030112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt-NEpnfRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gPDzQIEUphg/s400/P1030112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047266570450468114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was an undies. Tyrone, did you show them my G-string tutorial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-1479699402885802445?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1479699402885802445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=1479699402885802445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/1479699402885802445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/1479699402885802445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2007/03/silence-is-golden.html' title='Silence is Golden'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/Rgt0EUpnfKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BeSYWIaUS20/s72-c/P1030102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-7264949773523736394</id><published>2007-03-19T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:46:59.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>Did you all miss me or not? I am sure you all did. Well, I was giving all of you some time to miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to reply to the comments left in my blog. I have not replied to three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AverDim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. You are the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiao&lt;/span&gt; guy I ever come across.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be Abang Bobby for a day. Can you? That's a challenge, right?&lt;br /&gt;3. Orange doesn't suit you lah. Baby pink suits best. The color of your socks. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;4. I like your personality.&lt;br /&gt;5. I was sitting in front of you during Standard 6 and the 'balcony' outside our class was filled with liquid papers. Everytime you threw one outside, you will write the name of the owner and the date you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rampas-ed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. Bitch reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the greatest / most notorious thing you have ever done as a teenager?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyrone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Good leader.&lt;br /&gt;2. Couple with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah Boy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. Green. I don't know the reason but green represents you well.&lt;br /&gt;4. Err.. Your additional black "nipple". Haha..&lt;br /&gt;5. You were the class president during Form 1 but you talked quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;6. Donkey :P&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you still really a virgin? I know you have answered this but I doubt. Ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shannon Keng,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Since you left your url in my comment box, I will just write something about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be my date. Dare you?&lt;br /&gt;3. Brown.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your hair.&lt;br /&gt;5. We were looking and pointing at the shooting stars together inside Rachel's house.&lt;br /&gt;6. Hamster.&lt;br /&gt;7. None =)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-7264949773523736394?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7264949773523736394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=7264949773523736394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/7264949773523736394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/7264949773523736394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2007/03/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-5005361646689135223</id><published>2007-02-18T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:28:30.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! Let the PIG be busy after 12 years of rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/RdfP8clggqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5UeyIb07WEw/s1600-h/46018196.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/RdfP8clggqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5UeyIb07WEw/s400/46018196.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032719745982431906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-5005361646689135223?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5005361646689135223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=5005361646689135223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/5005361646689135223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/5005361646689135223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh9VhMcqqY/RdfP8clggqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5UeyIb07WEw/s72-c/46018196.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-117005822613772336</id><published>2007-01-29T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:10:26.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you leave a comment on this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blogs are meant to be public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like kennysia.com..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers talk about him after reading it.&lt;br /&gt;Readers introduce it to their friends.&lt;br /&gt;Readers laugh at his joke.&lt;br /&gt;Readers even create controversial issue out of his post.&lt;br /&gt;Some even hold grudges againts him for writing things that are sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all in all, who are to be blamed or praised out of all these things? The blogger, right? If you are afraid of the consequences, you would not post things that will lead to that beacuse the world can see what you write. It does not matter whether the readers spread the news or not. It's meant to be read by the public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-117005822613772336?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/117005822613772336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=117005822613772336&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/117005822613772336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/117005822613772336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116963101106291449</id><published>2007-01-24T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T17:30:11.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengenal Trek</title><content type='html'>Mengenal trek was a "success". If it rained earlier, we can just forget about the whole damn thing. It started with a drizzle, then heavy downpour with strong wind blowing. I would say, I trespassed a house. The gate was not locked and there is an awning. Me and my friends just stayed in there for shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chan was kind enough to let me into his car (Thank you Mr. Chan). We trailed a group of 4 *students* who were sharing two umbrellas. Me and Mr. Chan were like watching comedy from the back because two of them actually tried their best to keep the umbrella at its position. So they swayed right and left. I asked them to wait for me at the surau cos' I was going to fetch them once i reach school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car I was in was slow. Can't be blamed, though. Heavy rain mar.. ;)  I managed to reach the surau when my friends were already counting second by second. It was the last 60 seconds. If I was not there on time, they are going to leave that place already. Well, I won't ffk wan. I was just giving you all some time to feel how it is like to be under the rain. *evil* Not my fault, Nobita's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my seats are wet. Ahh.. That sounds so wrong. Haha.. ..and I'm going to enjoy the 'scent' for the next few days. You guys know how it smells like when wet seats are in the drying process especially if the surrounding is humid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-116963101106291449?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116963101106291449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116963101106291449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116963101106291449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116963101106291449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2007/01/mengenal-trek.html' title='Mengenal Trek'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116835365467794970</id><published>2007-01-09T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:40:54.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>I think I'm falling down.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I have fell down.&lt;br /&gt;Crawling.&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to be up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-116835365467794970?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116835365467794970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116835365467794970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116835365467794970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116835365467794970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2007/01/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116628562731189009</id><published>2006-12-16T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:13:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scissors, Rock and Paper</title><content type='html'>Do you people still remember the game we used to play when we were small? Scissors, Rock and Paper, we called them. We played this game a decade ago but today I am going to spice it up with additional stuff from the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/429777/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/845398/02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/512372/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/801847/01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/64582/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/903664/03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/631704/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/186603/04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/76278/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/900139/05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/678706/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/385835/06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/958174/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/490128/07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/987318/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/539191/08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/294625/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/300817/09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/696413/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/48113/010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/282938/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/566262/011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/683681/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/17136/012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/6739/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/671033/013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/276399/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/874278/014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/652613/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/242035/015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/320403/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/933354/016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/842277/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/543977/017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/88541/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/218806/018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/649662/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/465085/019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/985839/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/354932/020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/320993/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/423690/021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/752312/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/309130/022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, some of you guys have seen this somewhere but I just thought of sharing and going down memory lane. Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-116628562731189009?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116628562731189009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116628562731189009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116628562731189009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116628562731189009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/12/scissors-rock-and-paper.html' title='Scissors, Rock and Paper'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116609927304208346</id><published>2006-12-14T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:27:53.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How-to-make-a-G-string Tutorial</title><content type='html'>Yes, you read the title correctly. Today, I am going to teach you people how to make a G-string on your own. Christmas and New Year are just around the corner. Clothes with less cloth cost more than we expected. So take this opportunity to make something special for your loved ones during this season. It costs you nothing more than RM10.00. Perhaps, RM5.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, go to a nearby pasar malam to get a short pants. Whatever colour you like it. Baby pink is sexy. Get something cheap because you are going to modify it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/567863/040913161407s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/334557/040913161407s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second, get your tools ready. Simple! A pair of scissors and stapler / sewing kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/59340/scissors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/674624/scissors.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/202473/my-stapler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/71434/my-stapler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, start cutting the pants to the shape you want. I bet you don't need me to show you how a G-string look like NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/166040/P1020782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/690781/P1020782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/775151/P1020783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/238156/P1020783.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to leave the tail longer as you need to measure how big is your bottom later and only cut after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the front part, you will know how to cut it. It does not need to be too long because it is only there to cover your private part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, you get something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/941923/P1020788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020788.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end. 2006 is coming to an end. You guys must be thinking who is the best/hottest model of the year. Many people described me as a crazy guy who does all sorts of things. Some say I am funny. Well, I do have the other side of me just like anyone else. This is not the argument actually. You have to scroll down to see the 'Voted'...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/1600/352531/P1020791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4650/2347/400/381714/P1020791.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-116609927304208346?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116609927304208346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116609927304208346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116609927304208346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116609927304208346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-to-make-g-string-tutorial.html' title='How-to-make-a-G-string Tutorial'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116600235359145179</id><published>2006-12-13T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:32:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streamyx</title><content type='html'>Dear people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. My internet connection was down. since 19 November. After two days, I called Streamyx up and filed a report and they promised me that they will get back to me in two days time. I waited but they just couldn't be bothered. I called them again. They told me that everything has been fixed and they thought I got my connection back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filed a second report. I bugged them every other day asking them to come as soon as possible but they just don't have time for me. I got damned pissed off. So I went to their office today and talked to one of their superiors. The fellow who was supposed to come to my place got scolded for delaying. Finally, he came within hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, if you people have problem with them, ask me on how to go about. Kononnya, they sentiasa dalam usaha memberi perkhidmatan terbaik. I will help them to achieve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-116600235359145179?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116600235359145179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116600235359145179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116600235359145179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116600235359145179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/12/streamyx.html' title='Streamyx'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116342520411565526</id><published>2006-11-13T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:40:04.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Adam's "Please Forgive Me"</title><content type='html'>This song has been stucked on my mind for few days. I just can't figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It still feels like our first night together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feels like the first kiss and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's gettin' better baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one can better this  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still hold on and you're still the one  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first time our eyes met it's the same feelin' I get  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only feels much stronger and I wanna love ya longer  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You still turn the fire on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So If you're feelin' lonely.. don't  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the only one I'd ever want  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I only wanna make it good  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So if I love ya a little more than I should  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please forgive me I know not what I do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop lovin' you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't deny me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This pain I'm going through  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please forgive me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I need ya like I do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please believe me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every word I say is true  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop loving you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still feels like our best times are together  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feels like the first touch  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're still gettin' closer baby  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't get close enough I'm still holdin' on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're still number one I remember the smell of your skin  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember everything  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember all your moves  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember the nights ya know I still do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing I'm sure of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is the way we make love  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the one thing I depend on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is for us to stay strong  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With every word and every breath I'm prayin'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's why I'm sayin'... &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/22984881-116342520411565526?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116342520411565526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116342520411565526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116342520411565526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116342520411565526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/11/bryan-adams-please-forgive-me.html' title='Bryan Adam&apos;s &quot;Please Forgive Me&quot;'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116298487263536906</id><published>2006-11-08T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:21:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISH...</title><content type='html'>Datuk Zakaria's "stories" have been the national headlines for the past two weeks. I actually kept track with all the updates as everything took place in my own hometown, Klang. I can build 24 of my house on his piece of land (43000 square feet). Do the calculation yourselves and to those who keep thinking I am staying in a bungalow, now you know what ordinary size my house is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to talk any further about the controversy raised by this issue but the dream I had last night. You may say it is weird for me to dream of such but... Anyway, I dreamt of Datuk Z and his mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying opposite of his mansion. His mansion is big, real big. And he built a small wooden house on the car porch (his car porch is big, anyway) for his son. I do not know which one but one of his sons lah. One day, he had a big fight with his son and he decided to tear down the wooden house he has built, not wanting his son to stay there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how I managed to sneak into his mansion but there's a wooden hut outside. He was going berserk and I was hiding behind the hut watching him. He used a hammer to destroy the wooden house and he set fire on it. I was like, "Whoa! Really big fight man! What if he sees me peeping at him? I sure habis wan." Then he cooled down and I quickly ran back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he had a campaign. It was very grand. A lot of people came. The front place of my house was jammed up by cars. During the campaign, he talked a lot. I was the only member of my family who went. So I listened to what he has got to talk and told my family about what he said. On my way back home, one of Datuk Z's bodyguard actually followed me, not to guard me but to make sure that I keep my mouth shut on what his boss has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know and started telling my mum as she was watering the plant. The bodyguard grinned at me and told me, "Jangan cakap apa boss saya cakap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I missed my morning alarm. My mum woke me up at 6.30am in the midst of the dream. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Potong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it continues tonight. I will let all of you know ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-116298487263536906?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116298487263536906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116298487263536906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116298487263536906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116298487263536906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/11/ish.html' title='ISH...'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116280972582904592</id><published>2006-11-06T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:42:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Datuk K was 27 years old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/NewImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/NewImage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-116280972582904592?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116280972582904592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116280972582904592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116280972582904592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116280972582904592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-datuk-k-was-27-years-old.html' title='When Datuk K was 27 years old...'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116258435613313459</id><published>2006-11-04T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T04:05:56.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting Marriage</title><content type='html'>I shut down my blog temporarily due to some rather personal reasons but now, I'm back. Got miss me or not? Sure got lah hor. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:Blue;"&gt;The wife and a husband have the secret to making a marriage last:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Two times a week, we go to a nice restaurant, have a little wine, some good food and companionship. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We also sleep in separate beds. Hers is in Sydney and mine is in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I asked my wife where she wanted to go for our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.&lt;br /&gt;So I suggested the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She has an electric blender, electric toaster and electric bread maker&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "There are too many gadgets and no place to sit down!".&lt;br /&gt;So I bought her an electric chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Remember.... Marriage is the number one cause of divorce. Statistically, 100% of all divorces started with marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I married Miss Right. I just didn't know her first name was Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I haven't spoken to my wife for 18 months. I don't like to interrupt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last fight was my fault. My wife asked, "What's on the TV?"....&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Dust!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-116258435613313459?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116258435613313459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116258435613313459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116258435613313459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116258435613313459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/11/everlasting-marriage.html' title='Everlasting Marriage'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116084153667941788</id><published>2006-10-14T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:58:56.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not rich</title><content type='html'>Life is sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. My shoes, watch, handphone, spectacles, mp3 player etc all are very costly. Something many people envy... but that does not mean I am rich. I am not a son of a rich man either. You keep a distance away from me just because you can't afford to buy those stuffs?? Just because you think you do not have the standard to stand beside me? Think of it again... I never asked you to go away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-116084153667941788?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116084153667941788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116084153667941788&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116084153667941788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116084153667941788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-rich.html' title='I&apos;m not rich'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116074334957174468</id><published>2006-10-13T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:42:29.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deep a valli!</title><content type='html'>Do you know that INDIANS are the most advance race in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed how they communicate? With a red DOT on their forehead. They use InfraRed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why they shake their heads when chatting? It's due to poor reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now they are going to change red colour to blue. Know why? Because BLUETOOTH have better signal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-116074334957174468?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116074334957174468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116074334957174468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116074334957174468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116074334957174468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-deep-valli.html' title='Happy Deep a valli!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-116012591918751424</id><published>2006-10-06T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:11:59.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over!</title><content type='html'>Finally, exam is over after a week. I was not quite prepared for this exam actually. In fact, most of the people were not. Yesterday's PA paper was like Tyrone's blog because the teacher set the same font but I just cannot imagine reading a blog with exam questions. If it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soalan bocor&lt;/span&gt;, I do not mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stumbled upon a site with information that is very useful for those who are fasting this month. Do &lt;a href="http://rojaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/chinas-latest-delicacy-cheap-fried.html"&gt;take a look&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-116012591918751424?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/116012591918751424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=116012591918751424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116012591918751424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/116012591918751424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/10/over.html' title='Over!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115936220305895162</id><published>2006-09-27T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:13:57.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Averdim tagged me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://averdim.blogdrive.com"&gt;Averdim&lt;/a&gt;, why must u tag me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Averdim tagged me on the 2nd of this month but I was away from the blogosphere for almost a month and now, I am back in action. Miss me or not? Haha.. Miss my picture or not? I am sure some of you have seen my pictures in &lt;a href="http://averdim.blogdrive.com"&gt;Averdim's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com"&gt;Tyrone's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Below is the hottest of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g203/AverDim2/Averdim/gerard.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's the tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- what made you happy this week?&lt;br /&gt;Endless laughter in class. Funny classmates, I have... And the fact that I am no longer popular like last time. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what made you sad this week?&lt;br /&gt;The thought of me being &lt;s&gt;lonely&lt;/s&gt; single...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are you contented with your life?&lt;br /&gt;No? Not yet. I have not made full use of myself. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- has someone made u happy lately?&lt;br /&gt;Lately? Hmm.. *nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what do you plan to do to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotize her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- how are you feeling at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Stressed and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what/who made you feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;Stressed because exam is this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are you the type of person who easily gets hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Not really because I hurt people and I do unto them as I'd want them to do unto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- do you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I &lt;s&gt;do&lt;/s&gt; did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- have you ever been to a point in your life that you’ve thought about giving up?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! And I won't want to talk further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Er.. It was so long ago. I think it's Tokyo Drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- with whom?&lt;br /&gt;Alone. Sad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last song you heard?&lt;br /&gt;Operator, The Line Is Dead by Jason Lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Test pad and graph papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;Phang's tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last food you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Fish curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing that made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;My own picture. I don't know why I'm so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you heard from your parent(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: So how's the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you said to your parent (s)?&lt;br /&gt;Good. Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you said to one of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;To Lisa: I'm going to bring this MATTA Fair bag to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you read?&lt;br /&gt;My text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you msg?&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person who msg you?&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person who gave you a testimonial in friendster?&lt;br /&gt;Lay Hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person who messaged you in Yahoo Messenger?&lt;br /&gt;I don't use Yahoo Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you’re with?&lt;br /&gt;Parents and siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you kissed goodnight?&lt;br /&gt;My parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you kissed goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you think of before going to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;It was Xian. I miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you’re goin to do before going to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;a href="http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com"&gt;Tyrone&lt;/a&gt; got tagged together by Averdim. So I tag him since he has not done this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115936220305895162?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115936220305895162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115936220305895162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115936220305895162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115936220305895162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/09/averdim-tagged-me.html' title='Averdim tagged me!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g203/AverDim2/Averdim/th_gerard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115701950436839400</id><published>2006-08-31T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:22:36.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Squeezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="story_date"&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people must be thinking whether it's okay to wear the Jalur Gemilang. In fact, a few have asked me if wearing it as an undies is wrong. I have been wearing it for a month and today will be my last day wearing it but I did not get fined for doing so because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used it as clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used it in a creative way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My intention was to show pride and love for the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="story_date"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/8/23/nation/15207463&amp;sec=nation"&gt;Wednesday August 23, 2006 (The Star - Nation)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story_header"&gt;It’s OK to wear the flag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story_byline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By JANE RITIKOS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: &lt;/b&gt;Use it as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;clothing&lt;/span&gt;, headwear or costume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Malaysians can choose to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;use the &lt;i&gt;Jalur Gemilang&lt;/i&gt; in their most creative style&lt;/span&gt; and in any appropriate manner, said Deputy Culture, Arts and Heritage Minister Datuk Wong Kam Hoong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; However, he added, a person who uses the national flag to cover the seat of his motorcycle, for example, would be showing disrespect to the &lt;i&gt;Jalur Gemilang&lt;/i&gt; as he would be sitting on the flag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;   “It’s all right if people wear it as an outfit, as long as the intention is to show love and pride for the country,”&lt;/span&gt; he told &lt;i&gt;The Star&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Wong said the late Sudirman Arshad wore the &lt;i&gt;Jalur Gemilang&lt;/i&gt; as a stage costume when presenting a patriotic song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; “I have seen people wearing it as a uniform in National Day parades and have also seen a young person wearing it as a trendy head scarf,” he added, commenting on a recent wedding where both the bride and groom wore outfits inspired by the &lt;i&gt;Jalur Gemilang&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; “It’s easy to draw the line between the appropriate and inappropriate use of the flag – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;it’s all about the attitude of the wearer&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;If it is to show pride and patriotism, it’s okay&lt;/span&gt;. But if it is to show disrespect for the flag, then that’s wrong.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Information Minister Datuk Seri Zainuddin Maidin, expressing similar sentiments, said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;it was all right to be creative in displaying the national flag, including wearing it as clothes&lt;/span&gt;, especially during National Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; “In the United States, they even use their national flag as table cloth during their Independence Day celebration or as a cap. Some people here use it as a &lt;i&gt;songkok&lt;/i&gt;,” he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“What matters is the intention.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Acts such as stepping on the flag and setting it on fire were disrespectful to the national emblem, Zainuddin said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; “There are many ways to show your love for the flag. But of course, if you choose to hang it on a toilet door, that is disrespectful,” he added. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   He advised Malaysians not to put up flags that were soiled, saying that it would be disrespectful to the national flag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He also urged Malaysians to mark the National Day celebrations with brand new flags, as this would create a better atmosphere for the auspicious occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115701950436839400?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115701950436839400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115701950436839400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115701950436839400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115701950436839400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-so-squeezy.html' title='Not So Squeezy'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115684831842092686</id><published>2006-08-29T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:51:37.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerkorama and Ambang Merdeka</title><content type='html'>For those of you who did not go to school today, what a waste.&lt;br /&gt;because Abang Bobby wears like this to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/2006082901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/2006082901.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the red face. It is due to excessive &lt;s&gt;sun-bathing&lt;/s&gt; alcohol intake. In addition, I was &lt;s&gt;trying to act macho&lt;/s&gt; blushing when the photo session was in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ACS celebrated Gerkorama and Ambang Merdeka today. The Ambang Merdeka was supposed to be held tomorrow but since tomorrow is the Retirement Day of our very own Colonel, we had the Ambang Merdeka today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached school at 7.00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020496.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembled at 7.30 and the thing starts at 8.00. It started off with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perutusan&lt;/span&gt; from the Agong. En. Arif kept using the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'beta'&lt;/span&gt;. So I thought he was referring to me, at first. The event was continued with other perutusans. Mr. &lt;s&gt;Raja Makan&lt;/s&gt; Rajamokan has a very bright future of becoming a politician. One of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perutusans&lt;/span&gt; was read by him so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020503.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020503.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I led a group of students in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laungan Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;. Later, we were asked to sing patriotic songs but we were unprepared because we were not told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gang fight occured again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020518.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh.. No, not gang fight. It was a demonstration by St. John Ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda UMNO&lt;/s&gt; Maggi staffs came to sell Maggi. The shirt has the colour combination of UMNO flag huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kawad kaki by the Kadet Remaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, there were games going on such as volleyball, basketball and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sepak takraw&lt;/span&gt;. In foyer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;congkak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;batu seremban&lt;/span&gt; and chinese chess were going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained when everything was about to finish. Nothing more than chaos when it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what happened when you think you are one hottie but no one layan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020495.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020539.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perpaduan??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115684831842092686?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115684831842092686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115684831842092686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115684831842092686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115684831842092686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/08/gerkorama-and-ambang-merdeka.html' title='Gerkorama and Ambang Merdeka'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115658794377122718</id><published>2006-08-26T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:25:43.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gillian Chung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c369/airvantgarde/GillianChung.jpg"&gt;Link to Gillian Chung's bra clad pix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115658794377122718?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115658794377122718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115658794377122718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115658794377122718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115658794377122718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/08/gillian-chung_26.html' title='Gillian Chung'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115648824567736810</id><published>2006-08-25T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:44:05.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Gila Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations abangbobby, you are 100% not Malaysian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That means you're as Malaysian as...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060822-9.jpg" width="279" height="300" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kenny Sia !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/08/how_unmalaysian.php"&gt;How Gila Are You? &lt;/a&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/22984881-115648824567736810?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115648824567736810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115648824567736810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115648824567736810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115648824567736810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-gila-are-you.html' title='How Gila Are You?'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115632392936115319</id><published>2006-08-23T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:05:29.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Monkey Is Now Free For Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src = "http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9bW9ua2V5LnN3ZiZjbHI9MHhmYjA5MDEmY249bmcgYnVsbCBzaGl0JmFuPWFiYW5nIGJvYmJ5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115632392936115319?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115632392936115319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115632392936115319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115632392936115319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115632392936115319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/08/monkey-is-now-free-for-adoption.html' title='A Monkey Is Now Free For Adoption'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115580561382922604</id><published>2006-08-17T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:06:53.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always take negative comments positively!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/george_bush_laugh.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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As for myself, I like to reverse-park because it is much easier to do so. You have your mirror at perfect angle to guide you and of course, blindspot mirror helps too. Different people may have different ways to reverse-park their car. Those that I know of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/parking_offender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/parking_offender.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:   You trust all the mirrors around your car so much that you rely fully on them. To use this method, you have to go through every single inch of the body of your car and memorise the number of curves your car has. One slight mistake can scratch your car. I have seen many on the back bumper of Toyota Harrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:  This is something like the foreman or the "tyre man" does. You turn your body almost 180 degrees to your left and reverse your car. I am in this category. You can actually reverse quite fast by using this way because you don't have to look at the left and right mirror. I would say that most 4Wheelers prefer this way due to the flat back of their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You see this during your JPJ test. You wind down the window and stick out your head to reverse-park. This is normally done by long-trailer driver because it is too long the vehicle length to look at the mirror. I do this too when I need to park extremely near to a drain. If the drain is on the left side of my car, I rely on blindspot mirror. There is another version of this reverse-parking method for short driver. They don't wind down their window. They open the car door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Okay, okay. No offence on the last sentence of the above method &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;. I think there is no more other method besides this method that I learnt today. You don't use any of the above methods but you can still manage to reverse-park your car properly! First, you position your car properly. Then, you start reversing and some cars may have their sensor beeping at the same time. I doubt the sensor works well all the time. So exclude the sensor in this story. You reverse without using the mirror, turning your body 180 degrees, wind down the window nor open the car door. You just sit inside dreaming of what you are dreaming of while the radio plays your favourite song. Suddenly you feel as if your car has climaxed and a soft "moan" could be heard. There you are and you drive forward a little bit just to leave some space between your car and the cement block or perhaps, a car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2005/12/kuching_parking.php"&gt;Kennysia's ideas&lt;/a&gt; which you can use in Semenanjung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115563430454129710?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115563430454129710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115563430454129710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115563430454129710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115529504594807457?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115529504594807457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115529504594807457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115529504594807457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115529504594807457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/08/hancurlah.html' title='Hancurlah!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115520549674032894</id><published>2006-08-10T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T18:24:56.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pXbV3HVh9GQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pXbV3HVh9GQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115520549674032894?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115520138692071467</id><published>2006-08-10T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:16:26.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotcheck</title><content type='html'>Spotcheck in school is never a fun thing to have. My school had spotcheck yesterday morning during assembly for the F5. It was unexpected that they went to class by class to check on the L6-ers later on. I am not going to reveal any unnecessary information here but there were 3 things from my class which kena rampas-ed - a handphone, a lipstick and a CD (going to be used for the Principal's farewell). Explaination given but someone did not want to listen. I was lucky, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline Board has become worse! For you guys info, there is a German student in my school (student exchange programme) and he is allowed by the discipline teacher to bring stuffs that other students cannot. Eg. Handphone. That particular person always say on stage "All of you are the students of this school and you all are abide by the rules and regulations." Doesn't that include the German guy? His handphone was confiscated at first but was given back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much to say about that lady but she is a member of NATO, talks too much but nothing is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115520138692071467?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115520138692071467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115520138692071467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115520138692071467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115520138692071467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/08/spotcheck.html' title='Spotcheck'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115502765220276963</id><published>2006-08-08T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:00:52.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart employees</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon a site with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To all employees,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kindly take note that this coming annual dinner will be held at low cost. Please bring your own cups.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/work.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115502765220276963?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115502765220276963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115502765220276963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115502765220276963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115502765220276963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/08/smart-employees.html' title='Smart employees'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115496109559257127</id><published>2006-08-07T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:31:35.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KLCC</title><content type='html'>My blog belum mati ye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to KLCC with my family yesterday by car. We usually used the LRT. It was really a hassle to drive all the way there. TRAFFIC JAMS! I am not here to say that the traffic lights were not working but the traffic police stopped the line I was in for 20 minutes just to give way to the opposite lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not do much shopping though. It was more like a window shopping. I was 'loitering' around alone whereas my parents went their way. Suddenly I spotted a Malay lady with her daughter, young daughter. The daughter was grabbing the mum's ass while walking but the mum did not stop her from doing. I was walking behind them and once, the mum got high and nearly fell. A 'whoow' could be heard. I wanted to laugh but laughing alone is not fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115496109559257127?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115496109559257127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115496109559257127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115496109559257127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115496109559257127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/08/klcc.html' title='KLCC'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115459543043115871</id><published>2006-08-03T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T16:57:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being silent for quite sometime. My pc was down severely. So I couldn't get it fixed but to send it to the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my birthday and thank you for all the birthday wishes and messages left on my handphone, msn, friendster, email, tagboard. I would like to also thank for the little gifts, hugs, surprises, 'hyper' surprises etc. I'm sorry if I didn't respond to a few of you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for brightening up my day! *blow kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115459543043115871?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115459543043115871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115459543043115871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115459543043115871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115459543043115871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-guys-sorry-for-being-silent-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115184941899269507</id><published>2006-07-02T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:10:19.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is July now and my birthday is just a month away. How time flies! I am going to be &lt;s&gt;sweet&lt;/s&gt; notorious 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three days were quite tiring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - School was as usual. I yelled in class, "Bodoh punya cikgu!" and Pn. Hazmah heard it when she was on her way to my class. I, actually, directed that sentence to another teacher, not her. After school, I went for lunch together with my brother. We, then, headed back home. I did not sleep in the afternoon that day because I have to finish my homework. At 4, I went to Chettiar Field for final training for captain ball. When I was about to leave the field, my mum called telling me that there was a dinner that night. So I hurried home, took my bath and there we went. It was a formal dinner with VIPs around. Whenever there are VIPs, lucky draw can never be left out. My lucky number 0082 won me a table fan. I thought they were giving out IPODs. Cheh! I reached home at 12.30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - I woke up at 5.30am, not knowing that world cup matches have already ended. Nah.. I was just kidding. There was COPA IBA tournament! All the participants had to be in church by 6.30am. We left for RRIM where the game was held. There were three teams sent - Captain ball senior, captain ball junior and football. We lost with dignity because friendship was the objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the tournament started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Junior team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Re-Juice-Ing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020368.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020368.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KLANG! Land of Bak Kut Teh and of course, Black Crow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1020411.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you, Uncle Chee Beng for sending us home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - Home alone! I was doing my homework whole day. Good boy.. *pat on the back*&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/22984881-115184941899269507?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115184941899269507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115184941899269507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115184941899269507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115184941899269507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-is-july-now-and-my-birthday-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115115223391164091</id><published>2006-06-24T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:30:33.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Want To Know What Love Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take a little time, a little time to think things over&lt;br /&gt;I better read between the lines, in case I need it when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this mountain I must climb, feels like the world upon my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Through the clouds I see love shine, it keeps me warm as life grows colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life there's been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can face it again&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop now, I've travelled so far, to change this lonely life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what love is, I want you to show me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel what love is, I know you can show me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take a little time, a little time to look around me&lt;br /&gt;I've got nowhere left to hide, it looks like love has finally found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life there's been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can face it again&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop now, I've travelled so far, to change this lonely life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what love is, I want you to show me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel what love is, I know you can show me&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what love is, I want you to show me&lt;br /&gt;(And I wanna feel) I want to feel what love is&lt;br /&gt;(And I know) I know you can show me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about love - I want to know what love is&lt;br /&gt;The love that you feel inside - I want you to show me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling so much love - I want to feel what love is&lt;br /&gt;No, you just can't hide - I know you can show me&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what love is (let's talk about love), I know you can show me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel it too - I want to feel what love is&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel it too, and I know and I know - I know you can show me&lt;br /&gt;Show me love is real, yeah - I want to know what love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to fade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115115223391164091?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115115223391164091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115115223391164091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115115223391164091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115115223391164091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-want-to-know-what-love-is-i-gotta.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115107875784499473</id><published>2006-06-23T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:05:57.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It looks like all who want the pictures of Nadia's party have got them all.  So credit me for being so kind yea. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this is for &lt;a href="http://averdim.blogdrive.com"&gt;Averdim&lt;/a&gt; who wants a picture of me so &lt;s&gt;badly.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/DSC04926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/320/DSC04926.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I am supposed to continue blogging about the camp I attended but it is too late, I guess. So I shall leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog about Nadia's party? Everyone is blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to MGS this evening to take my sister's report card. I didn't know that I have to wait so long. It was drizzling and I waited for my turn till it stopped. Luckily, watching the ground (downstairs) kept me entertained. I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; camwhoring ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mervyn's place to collect my thumbdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blurry-ally.blogspot.com"&gt;Ally&lt;/a&gt; came to my place. We went to mamak together and headed to her house straight after that. Her parents are very nice. Uncle Andrew is such a joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday will be the report card day of my school but I am not involved. Actually, each class of L6 has to raise a fund of RM250 to help the under-privilleged students. So my class came up with the idea to sell stuffs on Sunday as done by the previous sixth formers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; suggestions on what to sell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cane: For the parents to cane their children who didn't do well in the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku Latih Tubi: For the students to do extra exercise at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some souvenir or present-based items: Sure those who did well want something from the teachers or their parents, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs pre-recorded with scolding message: Those who didn't do well need scolding. I came up with this to ease the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivational books: To motivate the students and of course, some of the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes: Parents who are disappointed with their children's results can smoke to relieve tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic beverages: Those (parents, teachers or students) who are very stressed over their exam results can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mabuk-kan diri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any L6-ers who would want to consider my idea, please do so. Certain stuff.. You have to sell at your own risk. Happy selling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115107875784499473?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115107875784499473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115107875784499473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115107875784499473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115107875784499473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-looks-like-all-who-want-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115071759381878054</id><published>2006-06-19T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:46:33.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To those who attended Nadia Phuah's party and are reading this blog... and you want the pictures, please leave your name on the tagboard or give me a tinkle. I would try my best to deliver the pictures to you people. All the pictures are very blog-worthy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I know I have a few silent readers who read my blog and... you know lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115071759381878054?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115071759381878054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115071759381878054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115071759381878054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115071759381878054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-those-who-attended-nadia-phuahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-115045862039432890</id><published>2006-06-16T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:43:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The bulletin board of friendster is being used to send chain letters and stuff similar to that. And now, people are using their blogs to tag people. I am tagged by three people, so far and I do not wish to be tagged anymore in future. So as not to disappoint those who have tagged me, I will do it this time =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagged by Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HERE IT GOES :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Few Simple Rules of this TAG GAME:~-The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.-Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.-Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.-If you are tagged the second time.There is NO need to do this again.-Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A girl because I am not a gay.&lt;br /&gt;2. Of course, I would prefer to have a christian.&lt;br /&gt;3. Physical appearance does not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; count. What's more important is inside.&lt;br /&gt;4. Like what Rachel has mentioned, both of us should be compatible.&lt;br /&gt;5. Accept me not because of fame and fun but love.&lt;br /&gt;6. She must not be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; materialistic. The keyword here is "too". So a little materialistic is okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;7. Someone who dares tell me when I do something unpleasant to her.&lt;br /&gt;8. (I want to leave this blank. To be filled later. Haha~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I'm tagged by Ally and Shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have been tagged you have to write a blog with six weird facts/things/habits about yourself. In the end, you need to pick six people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I make fun of people I dislike, joke and make fool out of myself at crowded places.&lt;br /&gt;2. I sleep with my leg crossed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I always smell my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kencing malam&lt;/span&gt; when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am never afraid of anything, so far.&lt;br /&gt;6. I like things in bottle such as perfume and liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I do not wish to tag anyone. Thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-115045862039432890?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/115045862039432890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=115045862039432890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115045862039432890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/115045862039432890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/06/bulletin-board-of-friendster-is-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114982470316020194</id><published>2006-06-09T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:45:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry, Ally. I was too exhausted to write this earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guys. I was away from Klang in Bukit Tinggi, Pahang for KGH Youth Camp. 4 days 3 nights there was a BLAST! We left for the camp on Sunday at 12.30pm. The entire journey there was pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. I went to Genting on Friday and the same road was used to go to the campsite. On the way there, we stopped by at McD, somewhere near Genting Sempah for a light refreshment and bladder-emptying. The journey took us around two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/camp%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/camp%20088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Highest (left-right): Joseph Yap, Uncle Chee Beng, Eu Jin, Uncle Chee Choong, Cindy Ong, Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;2nd highest: Chong Han, Marcus Tay, Jerry Lim, Mervyn Chua, Mei Er, Vivien Lim, Tomomi.&lt;br /&gt;3rd highest: Alexander Lee, Colin Gan, Jonathan Lim, Wei Shern, Boon Hoy, Alyssa Lim, Kym Phuah, Ee May, Amelia Lee, Nyuet Fen, Amanda Hoi, Wei Lyn.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the floor: Rachel Tan, Gavin Fong, Kwo Kuang, Gerard Fong, Nadia Phuah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reached there but unfortunately, we have to walk a distance to the place we stayed because the road is too narrow for a bus. Our luggages were put into the van driven by Uncle Chee Choong (thanks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were section for guys and girls. Guys' area was prohibited for girls and vice-versa and we have the swimming pool! We put our bags in the dormitory and headed to the hall for briefing. You know lah.. rules and regulations and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/camp%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/camp%20092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milky Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After briefing, we were filling up baloons with water for game. I can't really remember the exact amount of baloons but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bombing&lt;/span&gt; started even before the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was game time after that. It was more like a war game and I label it the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dirtiest game&lt;/span&gt; in camp. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flouring and bombing&lt;/span&gt; took place at an empty ground outside the lodge. In the beginning, I already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt;... Water gun was proved to be ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game lasted not for long. My team lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our bath. A bunch of guys jumped into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan time. The food there was unexpectedly DELICIOUS! I have never been to a camp with such a delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/camp%20087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/camp%20087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Camp machos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Discoveries were by Eu Jin, a great speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, a couple of us spent our time in a hut chit-chatting, watching fireflies and the endless horizon of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114982470316020194?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114982470316020194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114982470316020194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114982470316020194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114982470316020194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorry-ally.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114933122467795424</id><published>2006-06-03T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:40:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just do not understand the reason people eagerly wanting to know something deeper out of the things you have spoken. I think it is best to keep your mouth shut most of the time and do not talk unnecessarily. Do you want to face the consequences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is hurting to know that someone, whom you thought you can trust and rely on, betrays your trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114933122467795424?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114933122467795424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114933122467795424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114933122467795424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114933122467795424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-i-just-do-not-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114917262774849474</id><published>2006-06-01T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:37:07.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since the Dumpling Day has just passed and &lt;a href="http://hauwei15.blogspot.com"&gt;Tyrone&lt;/a&gt; asked me what is a Dumpling Day, I am going to write something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/f3c312be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/f3c312be.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the ingredients: Chestnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice dumpling or commonly known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bah-tzang&lt;/span&gt; is a traditional chinese food. The word 'bah-tzang' is actually in Taiwanese. The ancient Chinese called it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zongzi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/f3c312b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/f3c312b1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The leaves used to wrap the dumpling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origins of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bah-tzang&lt;/span&gt; are traced to the legend of Qu Yuan, a well-loved patriot poet who drowned himself in a river called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Li Luo&lt;/span&gt;, due to the imminent fall of his country Chu which was one of the ancient Chinese kingdoms. To stop the fish from eating his body, people made rice dumplings and threw them into the river. Another version of the legend states that the dumplings were made to placate a dragon that lived in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/f3c3110b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/f3c3110b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preparation of the ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice dumplings are made for the Dragon Boat Festival, which falls on the fifth day of the fifth month of the Chinese calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/357.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The final result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114917262774849474?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114917262774849474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114917262774849474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114917262774849474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114917262774849474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/06/since-dumpling-day-has-just-passed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114912410534531556</id><published>2006-06-01T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:08:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was 'Dumpling' Day and... my last day of work~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114912410534531556?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114912410534531556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114912410534531556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114912410534531556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114912410534531556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-was-dumpling-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114862671678341660</id><published>2006-05-26T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:58:36.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will try to make this entry as understandable as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an orientation going on in school for L6-ers today after recess by the U6-ers. So before recess, most of the U6 idiots were going around telling everyone (L6-ers) that there will be a motivational talk by Mr. Ng. (I was told that there were scolded by Mr. Ng for using his name). Anyway, they are in U6 and yet they do not know how to differentiate between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orientation&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;motivation&lt;/span&gt;. Two years of MUET lesson has gone to waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we headed to the lecture hall. Everything was so disorganised. (There are not as good as the kids of the dragon year) Yes, they did not on the air-conds (it was pretty hot in there). They did not on the PA system and one of the idiots were down there testing the microphone. 'Smart' Arun knew it, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand started the ball rolling by asking us to number ourselves from 1 to 4. So we were divided into 4 groups which my friends did not (including myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zailan came in shouting, "Pasar ke?! Bagilah hormatlah sikit!" (we were very noisy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, the guys lost their balls and Elaine took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First game: Front row will have to move to the back row, 2nd row will have to move to the 1st row, 3rd to the 2nd, and so on. Everything must be done within 60 seconds. A group of girls from my group were the last ones. So we were asked to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relakan diri&lt;/span&gt; to go to the front for the punishment. Me, Uncle Lee, Alex Lim were the three of the 10 people who went down hoping to play a fool on them (the U6-ers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, the introduction session started. Alex was the first one in the line so he introduced himself. I was the last one and Uncle Lee was behind me. When it comes to Uncle Lee's turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand, the MC: Okay. What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lee: My name is Anand.&lt;br /&gt;Anand: Hey, my name is Anand too.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lee: Sorry. My name is not Anand.&lt;br /&gt;Anand: Then, what is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lee: My name is not Anand.&lt;br /&gt;Anand: I know your name is not Anand but what is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lee: My name is not Anand.&lt;br /&gt;Anand: Okay, fine. Which school were you from?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lee: I am from the school you are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand was pissed and it was my turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand: What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Me: My name is Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;Anand: Eh, shut up lah. I know you are Gerard.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then, why did you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Anand: Okay, okay. Tell your name properly.&lt;br /&gt;Me (to the crowd): Nama saya Bobby kan?&lt;br /&gt;The crowd: YES!&lt;br /&gt;Anand (to me): Okay, Bobby (pissed tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The punishment was... the first person (Alex) will receive the sign language from the coordinator and he is supposed to pass it to the person in front of him. When it came to Uncle Lee's turn, he showed me otherwise and I have to show to the crowd what sign language I have received. The signs actually means, U6 sucks! Then Michelle asked me to interpret the actual sign which was shown by Alex. I said, "Saw an empty house, open the door, enter, pull down your pants, sit down and start playing Daytona." NO! It was supposed to be, "Open the toilet door, enter, pull down your pants, sit on the cubicle and read the newspaper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second game: A paper ball has to be passed around until the music stops. The person who gets the ball has got to be punished. You are not allowed to throw the ball. Uncle Lee hid the ball and acted don't know at first but later, he went out for the punishment session together with &lt;a href="http://hauwei15.blogspot.com"&gt;Tyrone&lt;/a&gt; (for your information, there were 4 balls). Both of them have to write the word 'Mississippi' by using their backside but ended up with the word 'California'. The 'I' was sexy. The girls were made to sing Negaraku. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn potong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand was even more pissed now when Uncle Lee was the one who gets punished for every game because Anand's head aches whenever he tried to handle Uncle Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand: What is your name again?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lee: My name is not Anand.&lt;br /&gt;Anand (to the crowd): Guys, his name is not Anand.&lt;br /&gt;Anand: Which school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lee: I am not from BK.&lt;br /&gt;Anand: Obviously because it is an all-girls school.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lee: Then, I am not from Convent.&lt;br /&gt;Anand: Convent is also a girls school.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lee: If that is the case, I am not from MGS, La Salle and Dato Hamzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I could see from the coordinators' faces that they were exhausted and tired of us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padan muka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third game: You have to pass a message around and the last person has to go out to tell what message he/she has got. When Uncle Lee heard this, he quickly jumped to the back row to be the last person. And so he went down. Instead of the message which goes something like this, "Kakak ku kata kuku kaki ku keras", Uncle Lee says, "Betty bought a bit of bitter butter......" The crowd was laughing like mad and Uncle Lee was called out. He was questioned by Anand, "Eh, why must you do all this lah?" Uncle Lee says, "Chill lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to go back at last and we are proud to say that U6 was 'ragged' instead of L6. L6 was enjoying the fun instead of U6. Happy holidays, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: U6, think twice before you orientate us because it may end up you being orientated. Thanks for the fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114862671678341660?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114862671678341660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114862671678341660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114862671678341660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114862671678341660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-will-try-to-make-this-entry-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114809335902740205</id><published>2006-05-20T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:49:19.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, first week of F6 is over. I was told that the ragging by the U6-ers will be conducted after the holidays. I do not know the reason why they want to rag us. All these stuffs should be done within the first two weeks but they are having their mid-term exams, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still see sesated students who loved the Lecture Hall so much that they headed there straight after assembly instead of their respective classes. Lesson started today. Not to say lesson but we were exposed to the syllabus and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review of the teachers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengajian Am (Ariza Aki): LEFT handed. Strict and she is actually not bad. Can teach type lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM (Hazmah Awang): LEFT handed again. Keep looking at the whiteboard while talking to us as though there are words on it. HAVE NOT seen anything in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUET (Manomoney): I could see some 'strictness' in her compare to when I was in lower secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah 1 (Rajamokan): (speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class AJKs were chosen today. My class is UMNO, Tyrone's - Gerakan and Uncle Lee's - Wanita MCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Melawis after school for lunch. Uncle Lee was, again, the sickest, trying to talk to the shopkeeper in Hokkien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114809335902740205?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114809335902740205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114809335902740205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114809335902740205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114809335902740205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-first-week-of-f6-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114796180843024104</id><published>2006-05-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:16:48.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Third day of F6 has nothing much. MUET registration was going on. A girl who was sitting in front of me is so bitchy which &lt;a href="http://hauwei15.blogspot.com"&gt;Tyrone&lt;/a&gt; disagrees with me. I say third day ah, not fourth day because the fourth day one was nice. Cdrka gave briefing on discipline. I could see from her face that she was trying to be nice to the girls. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ada udang di sebalik batu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much to say about the fourth day of F6. As usual, we went to the Lecture Hall in the morning. Mathematics Test registration was opened. Mrs. K was talking to us about the Mini Canteen Day which we, L6-ers have to organise.  Later on, Mr. Jason came to gave a motivational talk on STPM. At the same time, promoting his tuition center and books. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone left the hall because she kutuk him earlier. *ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11.00, we were led to our respective classes. Oh holy fking shit! Mrs. K announced that my class is the most unlucky because it is behind the hall which used to be 4 Yakin. OMG!!! I was cursing like hell deep in my heart when we were heading to our class. Of all the classes in school, the school put mine there. The minute I reached my class...... The motivated Bobby lost his motivation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sia-sia motivasi Mr. Jason.&lt;/span&gt; That place is like SHIT! full with broken tables and chairs. It was a spot for smoking and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepaking&lt;/span&gt;. Picture of Khir Toyo was hung there. Patron for smokers, I think. We have to spend roughly an hour to clean that place and get rid of all the unwanted things. We do not even have proper tables and chairs. What we got was rejected ones. And tomorrow, we have to bring cloth the to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wiping business&lt;/span&gt;. Damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;! Guess what? Rjmk is my class teacher for the third year and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3-FEET&lt;/span&gt; is gonna teach me Economy! *bang head* In the end, I made a conclusion - If Rjmk is the class teacher, that class will have a name with the word BEHIND. When I was in F4 - BEHIND the staffs room. When I was in F5 - BEHIND the girls toilet and now BEHIND the hall... Few called it BACKSTAGE! ~!@#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12.45, we were asked to go back to the Lecture Hall to practice to sing the school song. Of all the ex- ACS boys, my name was mentioned first to go down to sing. Not me alone lah. ISH~~ &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/siaopo"&gt;Pei Fun&lt;/a&gt; was smiling all the time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone got Uncle Lee's joke only after 24 hours because she asked her mother. Habis! Ya' know, Uncle Lee's joke for a mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: No pictures at the moment because I suspect that there will be a spot-check soon. So I won't be bringing anything illegal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114796180843024104?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114796180843024104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114796180843024104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114796180843024104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114796180843024104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/05/third-day-of-f6-has-nothing-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114775790512353236</id><published>2006-05-16T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:36:24.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second day of F6...&lt;br /&gt;Better today! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beta bagaikan tulang belakang sekolah&lt;/span&gt;... Looks like the Lecture Hall belongs to me. Supposed to celebrate Teachers' Day but it was raining. Rain is the best gift a teacher can ever get, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hujan rahmat&lt;/span&gt;. The rain lasted for an hour. The quadrangle was wet. So students were asked to go to the main hall. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bangang betul&lt;/span&gt;.. How to fit such a big number of students? In the end, many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loitered&lt;/span&gt; on the ground but I did not. Normal celebration - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perutusan daripada Menteri&lt;/span&gt;, etc etc, speeches by the YDP PIBG, Principal, Head Prefect, performance.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikrar Guru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/320/P1020028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake-cutting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/320/P1020038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day - Uptown Girl by two boys from 1 Yakin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/320/P1020046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installation of new prefects&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/320/P1020049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those of you who have not seen me in white shirt for many years.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/320/P1020036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebration, there were MUET briefing and class division for the L6-ers in the Lecture Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, Uncle Lee was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;. Shee Wuen was hillarious~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114775790512353236?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114775790512353236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114775790512353236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114775790512353236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114775790512353236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/05/second-day-of-f6.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114767332076843747</id><published>2006-05-15T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:49:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of F6! Argh... BORING! Forgot the lyrics of the school song. Lame assembly as usual. First time in three years, lining up with the students. 2/3 of the L6-ers are girls! Uncle Lee says the ratio is.... (those who know him well, you know lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Lecture Hall.  Me, &lt;a href="http://hauwei15.blogspot.com"&gt;Tyrone&lt;/a&gt;, Uncle Lee and Arvind got spotted by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PMS"&gt;Mrs. Koh&lt;/a&gt;. We were asked to clean the hall. Registration of students took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020012.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/320/P1020012.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chan was hyped in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/320/P1020014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ng came in to look see look see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/320/P1020013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a documentary titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking With Dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;. Halfway through the movie, the screensaver of Mrs. Koh's laptop popped up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus Loves You&lt;/span&gt;. Another way of spreading the gospel.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught! You can make a conclusion: No one is chick in &lt;a href="http://hauwei15.blogspot.com"&gt;Tyrone's&lt;/a&gt; eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1020011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/320/P1020011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty boring in the hall! Practically, you have nothing to do after your name is registered. Sigh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114767332076843747?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114767332076843747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114767332076843747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114767332076843747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114767332076843747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-day-of-f6-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114741711801153806</id><published>2006-05-12T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:58:38.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been very different to me ever since I finished my SPM on the 5th of December 2005. I rotted at home for not even one month. Idle at home doing nothing is a no-no for me. So I found a job after Christmas and I started working till now. I'm entering Form 6 soon and I'm gonna miss my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I have a very nice boss. He never gets angry with me, always appreciate my work very much. When we are free, he would talk to me, guiding me through and tell me some of the principles of life. A very romantic person, he is. I learnt a lot from him. He's more like a father to me than an employer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I enjoy working at his place, I still miss my school days, my school friends and a couple of my teachers very much, not the homework, of course. As time goes by, the feeling of getting back to school is getting deeper each day. When I was in school, I used to take things for granted, never bothered to appreciate things around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised now that you can't do much when you have started working. Everything is so 'packed up' that you have to continue doing the same thing daily - wake up, work, sleep. To those who are still in secondary school, make full use of 'it'. You can never get that freedom once you are out of secondary school. It's like a beginning of a new life. Everything has to be decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding a few positions during my school days has made me the person I am today. I do admit that I once wanted to give up everything but friendship, personal trials and triumphs helped me through. Being around with close group of friends who have high leadership spirit and determination in life has inspired me to move on. It has left an indelible mark in my life. What is life, right, if it does not fill with ups and downs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I miss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shang Neng: His grin when I didn't do what I should/must and the sigh he made trying to bear with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hau Wei: His BHB attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: His *musical* voice singing to the tunes of his &lt;s&gt;guitar&lt;/s&gt; broom and his patented &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Nombor yang anda dail'&lt;/span&gt; boasting that Telekom Malaysia will, one day, pay him to be the Operator of their network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Sleep in the class without fail everyday with the shirt unbuttoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagdeep: Forever with a carrot stuffed in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Whu: Sat beside me throughout the year of 2005. We talked cock daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Jie: Always with his homework - Add Math and Accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia The: Always turned behind and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conteng&lt;/span&gt; my table.  Also thanks to his mum for, sometimes, helping me to buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;char siew fun&lt;/span&gt;, fried rice etc from a stall near her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadly: Only saw him in class for a few seconds every morning. Then, he disappeared to where he belongs. Always with the cigarette smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Keat: Always fight with Chek Liang. His table was nicely decorated with basketball and football players' name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chek Liang: Always fight with How Keat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus and Farid: In the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surau&lt;/span&gt; most of the time. Sleeping there, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilee: Always with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lawak basi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Brought his PDA and handphone(s) almost everyday. Sony Clie, BenQ and Sagem. BenQ will always be in his Nike water bottle. Watched Lindsay Lohan's video clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron: With his novel most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan: Quiet and loud depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher: Used to watch Russell Peter on his PDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Wei: Shout at people all out of sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yat Sin: Laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Gene: Always with Daniel Raj at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foyer kecil&lt;/span&gt; talking about computer games and cheats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy: Laugh over small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arvindave and Cheng Chee: Once we tried to make the water bottle float on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leshvind: Talk cock too much. Always with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jambuism&lt;/span&gt;. Flirt with a few teachers including SPM examiners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooi Xian: Loads to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin: True &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakan sepejuangan&lt;/span&gt; - eat in class, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt;, socialising, go for two recesses etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Goh: We used to talk about 'dandruff'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin Chew: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kecil-kecil cili api&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Chun: Quiet guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Zakiah Abdul Rahman: F4 &amp; F5 BM teacher. A teacher with motherly love. Always ask me to pass up my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karangan&lt;/span&gt; book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Rasiah: She has never taught me but I just miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rajamokan: F4 &amp; F5 Class and History teacher.  Used to call him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raja Makan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Roslina: F4 &amp; F5 Math teacher. A very hardworking teacher, always enlightened me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lim Mooi Lan: The best teacher with a heart for the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Siti Maryam: Very concern about me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Munisparan: Always asked me about my well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En. Sabri: The best discipline master ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustaz Nazari: Joker among the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Saliah: F1 and F2 class teacher. Approaches the students like a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Sanday: F1 &amp;amp; F2 History teacher. *thumbs up* for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Siti Nora: An open-minded teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Anita Laili: Counsellor. My guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Adaikalasamy: I'm his postman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it will be endless if I continue this. You guys are way beyond description actually. So friends whom I didn't mention, please do not feel left out. The above are just to name a few. Teachers too! Teachers and friends have moulded me as long as I was in secondary school, making me the way I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the teachers, Happy Teachers' Day in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, Best Wishes from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114741711801153806?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114741711801153806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114741711801153806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114741711801153806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114741711801153806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-has-been-very-different-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114741386471096663</id><published>2006-05-12T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:04:24.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A SONG FOR MAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4&gt;  You taught me everything,&lt;br /&gt;And everything you've given me, I'll always keep it inside.&lt;br /&gt;You're the driving force in my life, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything or anyone that I can be,&lt;br /&gt;And it just wouldn't feel right,&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me to love and care for me,&lt;br /&gt;When skies were grey.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was down,&lt;br /&gt;You were always there to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;And no one else can be what you have been to me,&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be,&lt;br /&gt;You will always be the girl in my life for all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Mama, Mama you know I love you,&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, you know I love you),&lt;br /&gt;Mama, Mama you're the queen of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like tears from the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I just want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you is like food to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're always down for me,&lt;br /&gt;Have always been around for me,&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was bad.&lt;br /&gt;You showed me right from my wrong,&lt;br /&gt;(Yes you did).&lt;br /&gt;And you took up for me,&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was downin' me,&lt;br /&gt;You always did understand,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength to go on.&lt;br /&gt;There was so many times,&lt;br /&gt;Looking back when I was so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;And then you come to me and say to me,&lt;br /&gt;I can face anything.&lt;br /&gt;And no one else can do,&lt;br /&gt;What you have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be,&lt;br /&gt;You will always be the girl in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; REPEAT CHORUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Never gonna go a day without you.&lt;br /&gt;Fills me up just thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go a day without my Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; REPEAT CHORUS.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114741386471096663?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114741386471096663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114741386471096663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114741386471096663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114741386471096663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/05/song-for-mama-you-taught-me-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114629079372819303</id><published>2006-04-29T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T15:19:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erection vs. Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: Anytime you want BUT sometimes without you wanting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: Once in five years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: &lt;i&gt;Available&lt;/i&gt; at any age.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: 21 years old at least.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: You can have it even with &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;self-play&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: You cannot work alone. Parties must involve (Only approved parties).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: People around you won't know if you don't let them know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: You have to let the people know (Campaigning, banners, etc).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: It doesn't matter where.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: Only your constituency.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: You always &lt;i style=""&gt;win&lt;/i&gt; by ejaculating.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: Either you are thrashed on vice versa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: Your victory lasts not for long but the result is great.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: You reign for only five years, the maximum. After that, you have to see if the people still love you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: You &lt;i&gt;lose&lt;/i&gt;, you get it back (matter of time).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: You lose, you can only get it back after five freaking years! And that doesn't mean you will surely get it back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: You &lt;i&gt;win&lt;/i&gt;, you are satisfied.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: You win, oppositions are not satisfied.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: Means &lt;i&gt;stiff upright position&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: "Elec" means &lt;i&gt;don't have&lt;/i&gt; in Tamil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: &lt;i&gt;Thing&lt;/i&gt; gets erected.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: &lt;i&gt;Thing&lt;/i&gt; gets electrocuted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: You ejaculate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: You get ejaculated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: Everyday (if you want, if you can)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: Polling Day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: It doesn’t matter who you are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: It matters.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Erection: You are sexually excited.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election: You have to be excited.&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/22984881-114629079372819303?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114629079372819303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114629079372819303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114629079372819303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114629079372819303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/04/erection-vs-election.html' title='Erection vs. Election'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114549204230692582</id><published>2006-04-20T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:17:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Title: Corruption Weakens&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Corruption is everywhere in our country. Police with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anti-rasuah&lt;/span&gt; badge on their uniform and stickers on their patrol cars is asking for bribe when they catch you breaking the rules. Why can't they just issue summon? I came to know that a policeman can earn AT LEAST RM500 per day just by being bribed with condition, he must be hardworking - clock-in work at 8.00am, park his vehicle, get a police motorcycle, start rounding until 5.00pm. 30 days = RM15000, tax free!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you go to the police station to settle summon, they give you 50% discount. Do you think the road users will be afraid? To rich people, it is nothing. With the corruption going on, the police force will not get 'rich'. When they run out of money, they set a dateline for settling summon. Users with quite a number of summon get extra discount. Doesn't corruption weaken the force?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even in politics, corruption involves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The death of the prominent corporate figure, Dr. Liew tells it all. The authority says they have actually issued six warnings to the building developer. Why can't you take action when the developer ignored the second warning? Country lost a great man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Firecrackers during Chinese New Year. The government keeps reminding that action will be taken against those who put off firecrackers. To make things easy, the government should keep an eye on the import of firecrackers. Why let them come in?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things cannot be done without money. When you want some donkey things to be done fast and efficient, you have to pay money in order for your request to be taken note. When things cannot be done, money enlightens everything. 'Agong' speaks?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is going on in P r o t o n and M A S? Why did the issue of A Ps come up? Were they because of the current P M who is totally against corruption? 'Something' must have taken place...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114549204230692582?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114549204230692582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114549204230692582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114549204230692582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114549204230692582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/04/title-corruption-weakens-corruption-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114502334050955730</id><published>2006-04-14T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:02:20.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/funnyphotos047my.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/funnyphotos047my.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114502334050955730?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114502334050955730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114502334050955730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114502334050955730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114502334050955730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114439364581589963</id><published>2006-04-07T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:15:22.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title: Kampung Dato Harun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back home from Mid Valley not very long ago. Went there this morning by KTM (keretapi teri ma). Halfway through the journey, my bladder was killing me. Damn! So I have to stop at the next station, Kg. Dato Harun. Before that, I was telling how nice it will be if a kampung is named after you. Just imagine Kg. Bobby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got down at Kg. Dato Harun station and was looking for Mr. Toilet. No restaurant or shop there except there were side stalls outside the residential area. I saw one of the hawkers coming out from a house. Conversation as follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wak, boleh tak pinjam tandas? Saya dah tak tahan ni!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Hawker: Huh?! Apa? Nak pinjam tandas? Habih, bila nak ganti?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bukan nak pinjam tapi nak guna. Boleh ke tak?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Hawker: Kata nak pinjam tadi. Nak pinjam.. Nak pinjam.. Pinjam kena ganti. Pergilah guna kat belakang tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Terima kasih ya.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Hawker: (Fuckingly pissed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to be polite. The hell is... the radio keeps reminding us to be courteous. Stupid hawker! Sama-sama orang Malaysia, tak bagi can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the whole incident took place at Jalan 2, Kg. Dato Harun, 46000 Petaling Jaya. What will I do if I were to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Member of Parliament or a State Assemblyman?: Propose in the Parliament that Kg. Dato Harun should be destroyed because it is no longer a nice place to stay. Reconstruct that place and chase that stupid hawker off that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a taikor of some riad?: Tonight will be the last night for KDH. I will play with matches and petrol there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a courteous Malaysian?: Forgive him? Hell, no! It is an issue of emptying your bladder, ya' know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that business, I got back on KTM and headed to Mid Valley. No school chicks because it was Friday morning. Chicks do go to school. I bought what I want - 3 boxes of Mentos chewing gums. Went to Pets Wonderland. Saw two cute dogs petting each other ended up performing 69. Well trained huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that 'performance', I headed back to Klang. No picture was taken because I did not bring my camera there :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114439364581589963?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114439364581589963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114439364581589963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114439364581589963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114439364581589963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/04/title-kampung-dato-harun-i-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114387964045527181</id><published>2006-04-01T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T16:20:40.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looks like I found no alternative to enable the comment box thingy and the blog counter. Both of them do not seem like working together with the new skin of my blog. But since I like the Vodka skin so much, I do not give a damn on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title bar for every post is also not appearing. So I think I have to do it manually like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Title: Vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that is it. I am not going to work on the template for quite sometime. I am kind of happy with it without the title bar, comment box and blog counter. You people are always welcomed to comment at the tagboard. Feel free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the final game of Klang District Under-15 Basketball Tournament. I am so proud of my brother for his team, ACS Klang being the champion. His first tournament.. the champion and he got selected to become one of the Klang players. Like brother, like brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is April Fool Day today. So if anyone actually praised you for your smartness, your nature, your style, your attitude.. slap them because how dare they fool you before April 1st. (i got this message from Xian and eventually i learnt something from my boss.. it goes, "The problem is they praise me everyday except April Fool Day.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Averdim and Tyrone, if you are reading this, please give me a call. I am free tonight and I thought of going mamak with you two. Forget about this if you read this after 9.00pm k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;shattered yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;limited everything i wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;everyone gets the blame,&lt;br /&gt;she refused to name,&lt;br /&gt;rocked-heart,&lt;br /&gt;penetrated hard,&lt;br /&gt;life almost screwed,&lt;br /&gt;just because of you.&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/22984881-114387964045527181?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114387964045527181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114387964045527181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114387964045527181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114387964045527181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/04/looks-like-i-found-no-alternative-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114379896940771382</id><published>2006-03-31T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:56:09.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New!</title><content type='html'>Finally, I have come up with a new skin themed "Vodka". Well, I was browsing around looking for an appropriate skin to be put up because my previous one is a ready-made skin by Blogspot and I actually came across few blogs which have the same skin as mine. So the thought of being different made me change everything. It took me quite a while to edit the html and it was mind-torturing to study it (i am no html guy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this skin although it lacks of few things. It is not comment-enabled. I found no ways to enable it. I hope someone can enlighten me on this. The blog counter is not working properly most of the time. It does not show. I was unable to find out why. Only these two things, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do leave your comment about the new skin of my blog at my tagboard since there is no comment link for now  and please help me with the matters above. I will appreciate. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pink...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114379896940771382?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114379896940771382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114379896940771382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114379896940771382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114379896940771382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/03/new.html' title='New!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114325782521228356</id><published>2006-03-25T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:37:05.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCDE!</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. Yesterday was quite a day for me. Lee Teng invited me to have a meal with her after her school ends. I was not quite sure about my availability but anyway, I promised her the day before. Luckily I managed to make it. She brought along her two nice friends, Mei Yi and Sin Dee. If both of you are reading this... nice meeting you people. Halfway through the chit-chat session, my dad called, asking me to send Lita to Klang for final 'touch'. So I left a while after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'toucher' told  me that Lita would be ready in two hours time and he would call me once it is ready. So I gave him my phone number and I went back. Two hours passed but I was still waiting. Eventually, I called up my dad and he calls up the 'toucher'. What the heck?! The 'toucher' says that he has called me twice but nobody picked up. The 'toucher' was a little pissed off telling that he needs to close his shop as the clock was already showing 6.30pm. My phone was not engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I immediately rushed there, picked Lita up and went to work at 7.00pm. The traffic was damn congested in Klang. I was driving without mercy. It was like 'You are left behind, your problem. This is my road.' situation. I reached my work place 10 minutes before time. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Averdim invited me for mamak at 10.00pm because I merajuk, I admit. I fetched Xian and we headed to Modern. Averdim and Chris were the early birds. Later on, Tyrone came with Jay and Kelvin. We were the loud ones there. Laughing! Xian with her fork and me being Averdim's shield. Well, we talk about everything there. You guys rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to reach home before 12 after sending Xian back. My parents were waiting for me for another session of makan-makan with my dad's friend. Again, we went out. I was back home at 2.00am. I thought I would sleep till afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another day has come. Time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114325782521228356?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114325782521228356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114325782521228356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114325782521228356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114325782521228356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/03/abcde.html' title='ABCDE!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114319098128633711</id><published>2006-03-24T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:03:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>Something tickled my mind the other day when my boss was talking to me about National Service. Yes, National Service. The programme which the Government use to lock you up and turn you into a patriotic person.  Canggih huh? Think of it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What tickled my mind was a lot of people have been telling me that National Service is an added 'thingy' for SPM-ers who apply for scholarship. I even heard that from teachers. It is totally unfair to take National Service into account as the trainees are chosen or 'selected'. So what about those who wanted to go but did not get chosen? Does that mean that are not prioritise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfairness! Bagaimana hendak memupuk semangat muhibbah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/untitled.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114319098128633711?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114319098128633711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114319098128633711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114319098128633711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114319098128633711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/03/national-service.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114299981165432193</id><published>2006-03-22T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:56:51.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash!</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being dead for a while. My computer crashed the other day. So I actually lost all my stuff including those (pictures and contents) which I wanted to post here, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headline of The Star newspaper caught my attention today! CHECK ALL BIRDS! Guys, better be careful or else, the authority will chop it off once bird flu is detected there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird flu causes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the decrease of price of chicken ;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the decrease of price of 'chicken' and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the decrease of price of gigolo because gigolo has bird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114299981165432193?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114299981165432193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114299981165432193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114299981165432193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114299981165432193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/03/crash.html' title='Crash!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114165890100075235</id><published>2006-03-06T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:33:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Sentence</title><content type='html'>Favourite sentence by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the teacher: In my so many years of teaching, I have never came across any student like you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/teacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the doctor: Do drink a lot of water. Otherwise you will be dehydrated!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/doctor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the engineer: No hassle, Sir. It is something small that malfunctions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/engineer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the shop owner: It is the cheapest I can give; I earn nothing from this sale; Don't tell anyone that I give you such special discount.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/shop%20owner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the police: Encik/Cik, berapa lu mau settle?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/polis.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/22984881-114165890100075235?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114165890100075235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114165890100075235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114165890100075235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114165890100075235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/03/favourite-sentence.html' title='Favourite Sentence'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114135754037597631</id><published>2006-03-03T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:19:38.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourism</title><content type='html'>It has always been Malaysia's dream to 'boost up' its tourism sector. Various steps have been taken to ensure that Malaysia is not left behind in this issue. Islands are being upgraded, beaches are being beautified, tourist spots are now user-friendly and disabled-friendly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/pulau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/pulau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/untitled.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;'Cuti-cuti Malaysia' is encouraging the local people to spend their holidays here. Of course it is cheaper and more economic compare to spending holidays in other countries. One good example is our neighbouring country, Singapore. RM2000 is equivalent to around $800!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt Malaysia can achieve its dream without the 'rakyat' playing a role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent trip to Pulau Ketam nearly 'choked' me when I was having my lunch in one of the seafood restaurant there. Before the food was being ordered, I asked for the price of a kilogram of crab. The answer given was RM30 which is quite okay in my opinion. Well I ordered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating, a group of 10 foreigners entered the same restaurant. The 'choking' part was when they asked for the price of the crab. The waiter happily responded, "RM60 per kilogram, Sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunt by the price! How can they do that when their standard price is just RM30? Just imagine the tourists go back to their home-country and voice out their dissatisfaction of the price of the food in Malaysia. Would their family and friends want to spend their holidays here? They would definitely think twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I see, the Government should make it a must for all restaurant owners to list their prices of food in their premises and take stern action against those who ignore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114135754037597631?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114135754037597631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114135754037597631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114135754037597631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114135754037597631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/03/tourism.html' title='Tourism'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114131364051239992</id><published>2006-03-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:34:00.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Judgement Day: Sneak Preview on the 13th of March!</title><content type='html'>See you, ACS-ians on the 13th this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1010807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114131364051239992?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114131364051239992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114131364051239992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114131364051239992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114131364051239992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/03/judgement-day-sneak-preview-on-13th-of.html' title='The Judgement Day: Sneak Preview on the 13th of March!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114131327777959408</id><published>2006-03-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:27:57.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of Lita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1010806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/400/P1010806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Lita!&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/22984881-114131327777959408?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114131327777959408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114131327777959408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114131327777959408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114131327777959408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/03/picture-of-lita.html' title='Picture of Lita...'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114120802837082070</id><published>2006-03-01T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:13:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lita for Sale!</title><content type='html'>Hey people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to sell of my Mitsubishi Pajero. If any of you guys thought of getting a 4WD, you can consider mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its model is LO47 which is petrol-powered. Note that LO49 is diesel-powered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2500 c.c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manufacturing year is 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manual transmission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original colour which is white in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seats are Mitsubishi Pajero V6's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional air-cond blowers at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No modification to the car. All original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a virgin. It has never been on off-road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low mileage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very great condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, it is driven by Abang Bobby! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price and pictures of the car will be posted later (as soon as possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a tinkle at 017-312 0000 if you are interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114120802837082070?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114120802837082070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114120802837082070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114120802837082070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114120802837082070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/03/lita-for-sale.html' title='Lita for Sale!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114093960112154202</id><published>2006-02-26T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:27:46.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity in Genting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s13.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1PP0EJF05LSSQ3HCBVSK4F9KXZ"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt; this video before you start reading the following. Thanks to Tyrone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 20th this month, a celebrity went to Genting together with two bloggers and fellow fans. They are Abang Bobby, &lt;a href="http://averdim.blogdrive.com"&gt;Averdim&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hauwei15.blogspot.com"&gt;Tyrone&lt;/a&gt;, Pek Yee, Jagdeep, Reshween, Kelvin and Sue Fong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met at Restoran Bismillah &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;nee-ra-ma-nee-ra-him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. Later proceeded to Chong Kok Kopitiam. *Someone* could not find it. She was looking for Chopped Cock I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, Averdim saw a shop that sells pistol. We bought three for some shooting sessions throughout the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/200/P1010798.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Notice the crack. Abang Bobby's spectacles was one of Mingle's targets :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Klang at around 10.30am by KTM (&lt;em&gt;Keretapi Teri Ma&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Kuda Toto Magnum&lt;/em&gt;?). The train was very empty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/320/commrt230804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken from KTM website. Klang-Bukit Badak-Padang Jawa-Shah Alam-Batu Tiga-Subang Jaya-Setia Jaya-Seri Setia-Kg. Dato Harun-Jalan Templer-Petaling-Pantai Dalam (next trip)-Angkasapuri-KL Sentral. See the station between Bangi and Nilai! Besar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Got down at KL Sentral. Tyrone learnt a new sign. Had a light McD. Found a newspaper. Took it along. Bought tickets for Genting Shuttle Bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The bus almost did not wait for us. Was hoping for a bus full of chicks but we were the only young ones in it. Damn but thank God! No chicks, no bird flu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Reached Genting Skyway. Shooting practice started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eight of us went into one gondola. Shooting practice continued.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally, we reached Genting, the City of 'Entertainment'. Checked-in. We were supposed to rest but naughty Bobby and Averdim went around hunting and checked out the places we can go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nothing much on the first day. It was basically more like a 'free-running'. Went into B.U.M City. Saw something in a bottle, not the toyol in Kuantan lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/200/n_p3toyol.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken from thestar.com.my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A pair of sunglasses attracted me. Almost bought it but they are scrathes on it. We were taking photos in the B.U.M City and &lt;em&gt;kena tegur&lt;/em&gt;. (Taking photos of handsome guys and pretty girls are strictly prohibited)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/200/P1010766.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/200/P1010764.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Coolest ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Played a game of bowling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/200/P1010767.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Triple B. Blue Big Ball...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next day came. Both Bobby and Averdim woke up the earliest because we were not 'exhausted' and we were sleeping throughout the night, meaning to say we did not stay awake lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bought tickets for Outdoor. I was panicked on the Space Shot for the first time. Tyrone jammed! &lt;s&gt;Fuck dei!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After Space Shot, it was my turn to jam. Almost jammed. All this while I did not get the chance to go on the Corkscrew but this time simply because we went during weekdays. My pulse dropped drastically immediately it reaches the peak (90 feet high). Shh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went on other rides as well. Met a foreigner who can bark just like me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Clap clap* for Averdim for being able to reach the top for wall climbing. Others failed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tyrone, Averdim and Pek Yee went for movie that night while the others chilled out in the room. I had a fruitful conversation with Reshween ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Two nights ended. Next morning arrived. Had our meal. Played two games of bowling before we left for Klang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pictures available at &lt;a href="http://hauwei15.blogspot.com"&gt;http://hauwei15.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PD next. Pantai Dalam...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114093960112154202?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114093960112154202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114093960112154202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114093960112154202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114093960112154202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/02/celebrity-in-genting.html' title='Celebrity in Genting!'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114093116335015975</id><published>2006-02-26T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:19:23.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/Header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/200/Header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;airvantgarde.blogdrive.com&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;xanga.com/airvantgarde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aged: Few months old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was called home to be with Blogdrive and Xanga respectively on the&lt;br /&gt;26th of February 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;leaving behind beloved:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Owner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Abang Bobby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Friends and fellow bloggers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cortege leaves abangbobby.blogspot.com on the 26th of February 2006 at 1.30pm thereafter to Recycle Bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No wreaths please!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22984881-114093116335015975?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114093116335015975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114093116335015975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114093116335015975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114093116335015975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/02/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-114092634518574387</id><published>2006-02-26T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:01:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for being curious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/1600/P1010791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4650/2347/200/P1010791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You've taken an interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anda telah menunjukkan rasa tanggungjawab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank you for being curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Terima kasih atas keprihatinan anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;About the window next door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tentang tingkap jiran anda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;About those lacy curtains, and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tentang langsir, dan mengapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;they're always drawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ia sering bertutup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;About that cheeky boy. Why he no longer greets you, but turn to walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tentang kanak-kanak lelaki yang riang. Kenapa dia tidak lagi menegur anda, sebaliknya berpaling dan terus berlalu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank you for being curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terima kasih atas keprihatinan anda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;About her teary little eyes, and nervous stricken hands. While you listen to her feeble heart cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tentang titisan air mata kecil, dan keguguran ketika anda mendengar suara hatinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank you for being curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Terima kasih atas keprihatinan anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;About how you can help. Thank you for looking beyond yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tentang bagaimana anda dapat membantu. Terima kasih kerana telah melakukan yang sewajarnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/22984881-114092634518574387?l=abangbobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/feeds/114092634518574387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22984881&amp;postID=114092634518574387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114092634518574387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22984881/posts/default/114092634518574387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangbobby.blogspot.com/2006/02/thank-you-for-being-curious.html' title='Thank you for being curious...'/><author><name>Abang Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226384472925054875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tagzfRVdrnE/Rf97iWxuxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EDX9yWADqY/s400/yours+truly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22984881.post-2008900798168964508</id><published>2006-01-01T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:22:12.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AB</title><content type='html'>You are FOOLED, fool! 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