<?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-24580047</id><updated>2012-01-28T07:02:25.419+08:00</updated><category term='cool'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='recreational'/><category term='Randoms'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='babbling'/><category term='emo?'/><category term='movies'/><category term='musiclog'/><title type='text'>The Rubbish Bin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-6595706887550524493</id><published>2011-05-12T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:48:55.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how we human come to realize the significance of time. Like, who is the first person who decides to quantify something so vague, something you cannot even see.. who decides how many mili-seconds are equal to one second, why 60 seconds make 1 minute, 60 minutes to an hour, 24 hours to a day and so on. It strikes me to why is there such a person bearing to live so painfully, taking the effort of counting these precious moments of his or her life and make it calculable. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on another perspective, if THAT person decided to be lazy, and not to quantify the time, we won't be able to estimate the time of the day, won't be able to estimate when the day will dawn, and when will the sun set. Perhaps it will be a guessing game where we need to guess when will winter come about, when will summer break in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to him (or her), we know how to look forward to certain moments in life, like a well anticipated holiday, or a day to actually meet up with the one you love, the one you longed to see. With each day passing by, you know as the grains of sand falls through the tiny outlet in an hourglass, you know you are inching closer to that day, to that moment, which, is the exact feeling that I have in me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may take just a brief moment to meet and be with someone you love and then the wait begins again, which may be long and difficult. But you know, as the seconds tick by on the clock, the day for you and your loved one to meet again is getting closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-6595706887550524493?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/6595706887550524493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=6595706887550524493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/6595706887550524493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/6595706887550524493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2011/05/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-645498721490316662</id><published>2011-02-22T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:48:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Just being so random that i've finally decided to put something up in here. Been MIAed for so long, i've lost count when is the last time i actually spoken my heart out to this so-called public diary. Alot has happened and i guess for this year of LEH-bit, it's a pretty good start. Hopefully its gonna be good for all of you as well. So wish you all a pleasant start for year 2011 and may God bless you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until when i really have more inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;minghui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-645498721490316662?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/645498721490316662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=645498721490316662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/645498721490316662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/645498721490316662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2011/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3988542597799483931</id><published>2010-08-21T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T03:07:23.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>蕭敬騰 新不了情MV</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/pajykZwQXSw/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pajykZwQXSw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pajykZwQXSw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&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/24580047-3988542597799483931?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3988542597799483931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3988542597799483931' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3988542597799483931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3988542597799483931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2010/08/mv.html' title='蕭敬騰 新不了情MV'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-4483835135282641331</id><published>2010-04-18T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:11:40.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Heartbreaks... is it worth to take it up in the first place?</title><content type='html'>This year has been a drama for several relationships that the people around are experiencing. Perhaps year of the Tiger, as many fortune telling source perceived as not exactly the best year to put this topic to the test. Emotions flare up in an instant, getting in was quick, exiting it is even quicker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 'Comfort' is my next most used action besides the common daily activities. Seeing people break down, shattered, in tears... all this kind of relived the past which I've once gone through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt painless when we go through it.. I guess painless is not the right term for it, instead being numb should be more appropriate. I hear my friend who've been on the rocks recently confessed that, he can feel his heart in so much pain, he has to take deep breaths to fill his lungs. Is that what he really felt? Or is it just an apparent description he can think of to describe the numbness, the emptiness, which suddenly just took up the space which once was filled with happiness, joy, and laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the risk we have to take to be in love, poisonous as it seems.. inevitable path to take... only to decide how one can face the result, be it good or bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... only time will tell I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-4483835135282641331?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/4483835135282641331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=4483835135282641331' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4483835135282641331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4483835135282641331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2010/04/heartbreaks-is-it-worth-to-take-it-up.html' title='Heartbreaks... is it worth to take it up in the first place?'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-2706780320529298604</id><published>2010-01-23T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:13:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>林宥嘉-說謊MV</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dewjchLo2FQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dewjchLo2FQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/24580047-2706780320529298604?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2706780320529298604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=2706780320529298604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2706780320529298604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2706780320529298604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2010/01/mv.html' title='林宥嘉-說謊MV'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3929904547737940590</id><published>2010-01-23T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:36:25.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new look?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Centuries ago, there was a man with a vision. He wanted to build a blog with his friends, to let everyone know about the rubbish that they had in mind.. Thus, this blog was created. However, after the blog was up, everyone disappeared! Now the man is back to recreate his vision.. what a load of rubbish this is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dunno what to say... i've been MIA for several months now, finally back here and heck, i think i need to change things around abit.. so here i am, not used to the new way to edit the template, so give me some time and i'll readjust things.. until then, brace yourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;minghui...&lt;br /&gt;(MIAed for 7 months, 13 days and 2 hours..)&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/24580047-3929904547737940590?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3929904547737940590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3929904547737940590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3929904547737940590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3929904547737940590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-look.html' title='New year, new look?'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3281884857817642003</id><published>2010-01-04T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:17:17.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>Its the 4th day of 2010  and guys i wish u all a good year ahead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post something real soon once i've uploaded my pictures...  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-3281884857817642003?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3281884857817642003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3281884857817642003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3281884857817642003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3281884857817642003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010!!!'/><author><name>v-let</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07084574831937809696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-4608344811873539738</id><published>2009-08-06T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:57:20.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>海鸣威 - 我的回忆不是我的</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gM5mdpGQRnk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gM5mdpGQRnk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/24580047-4608344811873539738?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/4608344811873539738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=4608344811873539738' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4608344811873539738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4608344811873539738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='海鸣威 - 我的回忆不是我的'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3069642083636504993</id><published>2009-06-29T20:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:15:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Ski9DPmNqmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tqwu2sKI8yo/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Ski9DPmNqmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tqwu2sKI8yo/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352736020553902690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While this is still fresh in my memory bank, i thought i share this with all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;One chilly monday morning, as i was walking down the usuall route to my office, i realized that there were 'nice decorations' on the telephone wires along Drumond st. Take a look at the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I am sorry if the pictures are not clear, cause i took it with my mobile phone. Basically, there were three pairs of shoes danggled on the telephone line. Each on a different line between the polls. Now this is what i call the work of boozes over the weekends :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Ski813Y5kvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wYc1MUese3s/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Ski813Y5kvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wYc1MUese3s/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Ski813Y5kvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wYc1MUese3s/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Ski813Y5kvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wYc1MUese3s/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Ski813Y5kvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wYc1MUese3s/s320/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352735790717309682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Ski5ZwAhDBI/AAAAAAAAACs/CX2zsdZx_4k/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, people, unless you have many pairs of shoes, do not try this alright! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plus, if you have lots of pairs, do donate them to the people who needs them rather then donating to the council which ends up in the rubbish bin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-3069642083636504993?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3069642083636504993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3069642083636504993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3069642083636504993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3069642083636504993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Ski9DPmNqmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tqwu2sKI8yo/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-4264211935239894361</id><published>2009-06-19T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:44:45.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>林峰-愛不疚</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xivk55FFlxM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xivk55FFlxM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing along lo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-4264211935239894361?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/4264211935239894361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=4264211935239894361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4264211935239894361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4264211935239894361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='林峰-愛不疚'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-4716736808648609927</id><published>2009-06-17T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:00:10.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naH! another rubbish post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello people!! After a few drinks with my friends, i decided to drop by my dearest blog. Finally, Vi posted an article. So i decided to drop a totally random post here. After all, i have not done so for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can tell you right now the weather is invigoratingly cold. Just got back from stout and Johnnie Walker Scotch. It was fabulous! It has been a while since i took part in such "sessions" Not that i am alcaholic ok....., but is just winter (*excuse la*). It help keeps me 'warm' ma! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, an update, i learned that Japan lost to Australia 2-1  in the World Cup Qualifying round. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*To my dearest Japanese friends, don't be sadden about it. As Japan qualifies for World Cup*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---@ The End @---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-4716736808648609927?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/4716736808648609927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=4716736808648609927' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4716736808648609927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4716736808648609927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-posting-lagi-random.html' title='naH! another rubbish post'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3507172746352231242</id><published>2009-06-15T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:54:12.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>damn random punya random post</title><content type='html'>my brain is running out of juice.. and i dunno what i want to write but i feel like writing something.. so here it is, a post with nothing interesting and also simply written, with no intention of putting any efforts to even capitalize the necessary words and paragraph my phrases. so, here goes, in the middle of june, middle of the year and i am still far away from my goals made for my new year  resolution. damn... till the next time, cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-3507172746352231242?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3507172746352231242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3507172746352231242' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3507172746352231242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3507172746352231242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-randome-punya-random-post.html' title='damn random punya random post'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3675098809109496064</id><published>2009-06-06T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:13:31.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too eng on Saturdays.. do what? IQ test lo..</title><content type='html'>And my results....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDQyNjEwMjY2OTkmcHQ9MTI*NDI2MTA5MTQ*OSZwPTEwOTE5MSZkPUZJUSZnPTEmdD*mbz1mNTgzN2E1ZjkxY2M*ZGEwYmRiN2Y3Y2RlODI1OTczNg==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a title="Free IQ Tests" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Free IQ Tests" src="http://www.free-iqtest.net/images/badges2/l145.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-IQTest.net - &lt;a title="Free IQ Tests" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net/"&gt;Free IQ Tests&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-3675098809109496064?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3675098809109496064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3675098809109496064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3675098809109496064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3675098809109496064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-eng-on-saturdays-do-what-iq-test-lo.html' title='Too eng on Saturdays.. do what? IQ test lo..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-7492149265012534995</id><published>2009-05-11T12:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:17:07.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men tries to copy God's work..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De-stressing again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cloning&lt;/span&gt; is often the issue brought up when it comes to humankind trying to play God.. out of which, some believe cloning is a scientific marvel, can save lives; while the opposite counterparts believe it is catastrophe, which may lead to the disruption of life cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there are early stages of cloning of which we witness quite often, and these two 'different' beings, although are individual beings, but the share similar facial traits and characteristics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold...&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SgelGn1k1ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rGMMf7DwZWQ/s1600-h/3064177079-soccer-friendly-tottenham-hotspur-v-roma-white-hart-lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SgelGn1k1ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rGMMf7DwZWQ/s320/3064177079-soccer-friendly-tottenham-hotspur-v-roma-white-hart-lane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334413816835134866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goalkeeper Gomez of Tottenham and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SgelM6o_0HI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZiW1JeSpUII/s1600-h/count_von_count-1-720172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SgelM6o_0HI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZiW1JeSpUII/s320/count_von_count-1-720172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334413924961865842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Count Von Count of Sesame Street!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously they look similar in facial.. Although skin colour varies, it could be due to the mutation of his genes during the process, but, the other surprising similarities are their similar characteristics: liking to COUNT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomez: Counts goals conceded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Von Count: Counts almost ANYTHING... WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, salute to you for reading this nonsense.. till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cookie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cookies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mark, for such nonsensical inspiration... LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-7492149265012534995?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7492149265012534995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=7492149265012534995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7492149265012534995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7492149265012534995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-tries-to-copy-gods-work.html' title='Men tries to copy God&apos;s work..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SgelGn1k1ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rGMMf7DwZWQ/s72-c/3064177079-soccer-friendly-tottenham-hotspur-v-roma-white-hart-lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-332240796141864151</id><published>2009-05-08T23:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:02:59.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentures: Hello world! (Use some glue man...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to de-stress... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not be too emo... This is a pure classic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Try watching this with full blast volume, and watch it over and over again for like 10 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R496AWPkxYs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R496AWPkxYs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Ranting in Korean... Blurt.. Hi dentures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-332240796141864151?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/332240796141864151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=332240796141864151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/332240796141864151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/332240796141864151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-de-stress.html' title='Dentures: Hello world! (Use some glue man...)'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-7203659047558503736</id><published>2009-05-04T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:03:50.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dictating ruler in the making.. or future performer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm as stressed out as the kid.. trust me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIb6dFt4LQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIb6dFt4LQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Arrgh Prrr.. ahh prrr... prrrr ahhh berrr.. prrr.... %@#!&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck... those guys thought he's preaching... I really beg to differ.. he sounds more angry than inspiring.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-7203659047558503736?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7203659047558503736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=7203659047558503736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7203659047558503736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7203659047558503736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/05/dictating-ruler-in-making-or-future.html' title='Dictating ruler in the making.. or future performer?'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-6726077427396836977</id><published>2009-04-30T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:31:09.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help the Turtles</title><content type='html'>"Turtles play a critical role in keeping marine ecosystems healthy; the same ecosystems which sustain our fisheries and tourism industries that provide food and livelihoods for millions of people. Marine turtles are threatened with extinction due to various factors, including: the practice of consuming turtle eggs, marine and nesting beach pollution as well as illegal trade of turtles and their parts. &lt;br /&gt;Leatherback turtles have already been declared functionally extinct in Malaysia. In the 1950s, there were 10,000 leatherback nests in Rantau Abang each year; now there are less than 10. Moreover, turtle protection laws are inadequate. Please sign up and help save turtles!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow this link to Sign Up!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saveturtles.my/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;src="http://www.saveturtles.my/downloads/banners/wwfegglife360x140.gif" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;width="360" height="140" border="0" alt="Pledge Your Support!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-6726077427396836977?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/6726077427396836977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=6726077427396836977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/6726077427396836977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/6726077427396836977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/help-turtles.html' title='Help the Turtles'/><author><name>v-let</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07084574831937809696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-6281416678758837876</id><published>2009-04-14T15:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:21:56.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subprime Crisis Exprained by Lim Peh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Damn long din update my brog liao ley.. now something to spice up my evenin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Damn hilarious article... but it really help laymen to really understand what the f*ck is happening around our world economy... walaueh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In American, just like all the normal human being in the world, when they make any major purchases, they will always ask bank for loan. However, the sorhai american company always like to retrench people and thus the people there the income not very steady one. In Malaysia, when your income not steady you will loan money from AhLoong instead of BANK. But in america, their FBI very power so there is no Ahloong, instead their bank will loan money to all these not steady income people and this type of loan is called Subprime Loan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Chapter One: How it started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;About 10 years ago, all the commercial banks in American were promoting their loan with advertisement like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since most Ang Mor are only "ada gaya" and "hao-lian" type of people, the bankers came out with special packages for these pokkai fellas. So, Ads like these were flying everywhere: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No repayment for first 2 years"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Want to be rich ? Buy Property!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Money no enough? Borrow from me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Zero down payment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Low rate guaranteed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wah ! These packages are damn fierce wan! It basically tell people don't worry for the about repaying the loan because you may strike lottery before payment is due! In the event you don't strike lottery, you can still sell the house that you bought at higher price and pay everything and keep the gain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because of packages like this, many American (especially those who think if Black and become president of USA everything is possible) started to borrow money and buy house as INVESTMENT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, the banks business become very good, the accounts all look damn solid and all the bankers got huge bonus! But now....got one problem...money all loan out but who can guarantee that these sorhais will be able to pay back when time comes ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Chapter Two: Investment Banks Also Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After collecting his huge bonus, the CEOs of the commercial banks also need to do more creative works or else they will be fired soon. So, he went to see the bigger brother - Investment Bank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those of you who don't know, the Investment Bank in US is damn power wan ! Their name also damn solid like Morgan Stanley, Lehman brothers, Goldman Sachs. The commercial bank CEOs objective is very simple, they want the Investment Bank to share share and join with them to play the game of Subprime Loan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though the Investment Bank name power, their top management are also same like us eat full nothing to do one. So, they get all those economists, professors, even Nobel prize winners and together go to starbucks drink coffee and blow water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After many rounds of talking cock, they concluded that these subprime loan is very risky but very exciting and profitable! Something like bank robbery! As a greedy bunch of motherfuckers working for greedy Investment Banks, they decided not to miss this great opportunity so, the Investment Banks are in !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Chapter Three: How The Investment Banks Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since Investment Banks are so power and big! They also decided to play it BIG! So, in order for them to raise all the fund to lend it out to those pokkai house owner, they issued something call CDO (Collateralized Debt Obligation). In line with the reputation of Investment Banks, the name CDO also power meaning no one understand! But Lin Peh tell you la, these CDO is actually something like Investment Banks borrow money from the some sorhais but the loan is guaranteed by those pokkai house owner's loan and their f**ked up "very expensive" house. So, where to find such sorhai ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Chapter Four: Hedge Fund is the Real Sorhai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In order to find the sorhais who are willing to put out such big sum of money for this type loan, the Investment Bankers did a lot of road show and even engage professionals to make their powerpoint presentation look solid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After that, they invited groups and groups of sorhais to come listen to them talk cock, drink wine and see their powerpoint. When the powerpoint presentation said that the average return on CDO is approximately 12%, the saliva of the Hedge Fund managers started to drool, so they decided to put their money in and play the game also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before you jump into the conclusion that hedge fund are the sorhai, let's look at how the hedge fund got so much money....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The basic job function of hedge fund managers are killing each other at wall street without seeing any blood! They are the one who go around the world, screw peoples currency, stock markets, commodities so the CDO is only a small case la !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The hedge fund managers went around the world and look for low interest loan. For example, Japan interest rate has been very low since the day Karaoke machinese was invented. So, the hedge fund went to Japan and borrow at 1.5% which means, they just have to sign a few signatures, get the money from Japanese and then give to the investment banks and they can sit home masturbate and enjoy a net return of 10% without doing anything. With deal like that, the more they borrow, the more their return la ! Do you still call them sorhai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Chapter Five: Now, Everyone Can Be Rich!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, all the deals are now in place and the cash started to flow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strange thing does happen when you have such a huge system running - from the year 2001 to 2006, the real estate market in US was at a super boom ! Everyone was buying houses and make a lot of money ! So, they were right about becoming a real estate tycoon without having to come out with a single cent ! So, from house owners to banks to investment banks to hedge fund all making money ! Damn solid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, the investment bankers were not too happy when they see the hedge fund was making so much money from the CDO without having to do any donkey work. So, they got jealous and they themselves also invest in CDO ! It is something like Ahloong themselves go borrow from another Ah Loong !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When that happened, the hedge fund managers see that the CDO was in such hot demand, they also became greedy and they pledge the CDO to banks so they can borrow more money to invest in more CDO and everyone just become richer and richer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Chapter Six: Let's Insured Everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the Investment Bankers see that the CDOs merry-go-round becoming so big round just like the Eye On Malaysia like that, they also got panic already. So, to play safe, they call the insurance company and tell the insurance company that they want to buy insurance for their CDOs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though the insurance companies are generally greedy motherfuckers, they also not sorhai one. They study the track record of the CDOs and they charge the Investment Banks a heavy premium for it and give this type of policy an even more power name called Credit Default Swap (CDS)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since the hosuing market was ok, and everyone was still enjoying huge profit, the Insurance Companies too made very good money from these CDS in the last few years because they just sit there and collect premium without paying out anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's WIN WIN SITUATION - just like what your teacher taught you in school !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Chapter Seven: Not The End Of Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As usual, eveything that can generate income, people on the the wall street will create a unit trust fund for it. So, over the last few years, Many Unit Trust Fund that invest in CDS were created. However, in order to generate good sales for these Trust, these unit trusts must get good rating from the rating agency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, the people on wall street used their creativity to 100% and came out with a brand new idea - Assuming the companies already made $80 Billion in the CDS over the years, they will allocate a portion of it lets say $10 Billion to secured the Unit Trust Fund. Using the $10 Billion as 10% securities, the Fund will sell to the public $100 Billion of the Unit Trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That means, if the Fund lost money, the first 10% ($10 Billion) of the loses will be covered by the Insurance. But when it makes money, everything belongs to you! Good Deal or not? Therefore, the rating agency also give the fund AAA (highest) rating ! Since the deal is so good and with AAA rating somemore, everyone also bought! Old man bought! Young man bought! Pension fund bought! Education fund Bought! It was such good business, the Unit Trust decided to issue more Units to be sold ! However, the problem is they never increase the $100 Billion securities! which also means the "reserve" for the losses has decrease from its original 10% to god knows what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Chapter Eight: No Light At The End Of Tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just like Old chinese proverb said "Everything You Ate You Have To Vomit Out". The good time came to a stop by end of the year 2006 when the housing prices started to come down, people who bought houses found out there are no more buyers for the houses so they just defaulted on the loan and said F@*K IT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Bank try to lelong out those houses but could not find buyer. Citibank, Bank of America all reported huge loses. So, the bank all said F@&amp;amp;K IT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since Investment Banks has even bigger stake than the commercial banks in these loans, Morgan Stanley, Lehman Brothers all reported even bigger losses. So, the Investment Banks also said F#$K IT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the Hedge Fund saw all the other fellas all f@#%*d, they also cannot escape and Hedge Fund Stake is even bigger! So, Hedge Fund said F@%K IT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And of course, all the AAA rating Unit Trusts F#@$&amp;amp;d !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, Pension Fund F@#*%d! Education Fund F@#*%D! The share market F@#*%d! USA F@#*%d! Europe F@#*%D! Japan F@#*%d! Australia F@#*%d! Bush F@#*%d! McCain F@#*%d! Obama F@#*%d ! Whole world F@#*%d!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Malaysia ? Why,State election for Perak loh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-6281416678758837876?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/6281416678758837876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=6281416678758837876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/6281416678758837876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/6281416678758837876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/subprime-crisis-exprained-by-lim-peh.html' title='Subprime Crisis Exprained by Lim Peh'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-1930728164297050115</id><published>2009-04-13T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:40:14.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress? Tired? Need a break?</title><content type='html'>Hard day at work? Tired from work or studies? Here is something that might just cheer you up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about taking a few minutes off and watch this short clip. Guarantee you will love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsWrY77o77o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-1930728164297050115?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/1930728164297050115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=1930728164297050115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/1930728164297050115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/1930728164297050115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/stress-tired.html' title='Stress? Tired? Need a break?'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-5780600559530011002</id><published>2009-03-19T12:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:11:12.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake tremor felt once again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wow! yesterday was the second time in 2 weeks we had an earthquake tremor. The magnitude recorded was the same as previous tremor 4.6 on March 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was having my afternoon nap when it happened. I woke up almost instantly, asking myself what is going on! Next, i saw my fan shaking and the bed vibrating. That moment, i know it was a tremor. I think it lasted for about 30 seconds? Maybe more not too sure, but it lasted for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;According to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;experts, it might not be the last of the jolt. I hope this series of jolts would not cause problems to building structures. It must be scary for people living in earthquake zones, especially not being able to predict or sense when this would occur. For me, it is a great experience yet scary too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh well! lets hope that the Australian tectonic plate doesn't stress up again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &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/24580047-5780600559530011002?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5780600559530011002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=5780600559530011002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5780600559530011002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5780600559530011002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/earthquake-tremor-felt-once-again.html' title='Earthquake tremor felt once again!'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-4341933474120429476</id><published>2009-03-13T19:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:50:51.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Anniversary of 'theRubbishbin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom: .0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's been long since the authors [including me myself :)] updated this blog. However, Ah MingHui did put a great effort in updating the blog.  Thanks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom: .0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I finally put some effort to change the blog, welcoming the year 2009 and also celebrating the 3rd Anniversary of this blog founded by Ah MingHui! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom: .0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh! Do you want to know how this blog was discovered?? Well, it doesn't really have a dramatic history but do read on. Here is a little history of how this blog began. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom: .0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It first started out as a "rubbish bin", basically throwing out the feeling of animosity that was gathered while at Uni. Mainly goes to one class in particular, the finance class which the anonymous lecturer is always a pain to majority of the students. Instead of lamenting the frustration and discontent to one another, Ah MingHui decided to express it via writing thus “the rubbish bin” serves as a place to throw away the anger and be done with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom: .0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Soon after, managing the blog seems to be rather time consuming.  Plus, I wanted to have a blog of my own but couldn’t find the time and commitment to maintain it by myself, so I thought that the 4 best friends could join in this blog and create post every now and then.  We were going our separate ways after we graduated, and I thought one way to keep in touch was through blogging. HHhmm… it doesn’t seem to turn out as I hope to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom: .0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Since our Uni life ended, the “rubbish bin” no longer serves the purpose as it was before. The blog now has a new theme, remember that recycling is good for nature. Eh! We’re not activists ok. We’re just supporting recycling cause personally I think we have done enough damages to this wonderful place called earth and has neglected the beauty that mother nature has created for us. That is just my opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom: .0001pt;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I will leave this for other authors to elaborate further. Hahaha… Ah MingHui?? You might wanna explain this cause you brought up this theme anyways. You might have a humorous side of how this theme came about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-4341933474120429476?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/4341933474120429476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=4341933474120429476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4341933474120429476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4341933474120429476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/3rd-anniversary-of-therubbishbin.html' title='3rd Anniversary of &apos;theRubbishbin&apos;'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3796068797304385492</id><published>2008-11-04T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:14:20.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>I've contracted a terminal illness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm... Hectic schedule is back, this time more hectic than ever. Well, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not what you think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cronic boredo-scribbilitis&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I meant is that, when I'm really bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'll do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just a pen and a medium or surface to scribble on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SRA4r_lqypI/AAAAAAAAAUs/hHiVHb7xcf8/s1600-h/081104_160004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SRA4r_lqypI/AAAAAAAAAUs/hHiVHb7xcf8/s400/081104_160004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264770292851067538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"My colleague kept singing the hokkien song: Na si wa wu ji pa ban~ (If I have a million dollars), so I gave her this.. 500 on a mic!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you're not the first to actually know how itchy my hand is, especially when I have a pen/pencil in it. In fact, I have to confess that, YES, I'm the one who had been drawing on the tables on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lecture halls, tutorial rooms; wooden or plastic&lt;/span&gt; all around Curtin.. I'm sorry my dear cleaners! I know it has been hard to clean up the mess of graffittis I made for the past 3 years there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically the reason for being bored is because I'm currently attending a mandatory course, RFP: Module 2. For 4 days straight, from 9 am to 5 pm. My verdict even though it's just the first class today: CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SRA4rsx5BII/AAAAAAAAAUk/7ydqYxv0ALM/s1600-h/081104_153053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SRA4rsx5BII/AAAAAAAAAUk/7ydqYxv0ALM/s400/081104_153053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264770287802057858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Another doodling.. The name's Fond, James Fond: 008, Quantum of &lt;strike&gt;Solace&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoelace.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. what I'm scribbling on is my text book. For my classmates or coursemates who've been together with me for my studying years, they know this is the consequence of boring me. Beware lecturers! I might just one day scribble on your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove how difficult it is to sustain the stamina for this course, here's the proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SRA4rJ_LJgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FYTlUpFjSJI/s1600-h/081104_123207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SRA4rJ_LJgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FYTlUpFjSJI/s400/081104_123207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264770278462531074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Somebody please call 911!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs~..&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/24580047-3796068797304385492?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3796068797304385492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3796068797304385492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3796068797304385492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3796068797304385492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-contracted-terminal-illness.html' title='I&apos;ve contracted a terminal illness..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SRA4r_lqypI/AAAAAAAAAUs/hHiVHb7xcf8/s72-c/081104_160004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3973612293548630239</id><published>2008-10-28T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:50:03.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musiclog'/><title type='text'>周杰伦 说好的幸福呢</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lio-W1i5hjs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lio-W1i5hjs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Latest song from Jay's new album, Capricorn, a sad and solemn song. Please listen at your own risk as there are a lot of suicide cases already in Miri.&lt;br /&gt;** The lyrics are exclusively for bananas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;說好的幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shuo Hao De Xing Fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的回話凌亂著 / 在這個時刻 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ni de hui hua ling luan zhe / zai zhe ge shi ke /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想起噴泉旁的白鴿 / 甜蜜散落了 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wo xiang qi pen quan pang de bai ge / tian mi san luo le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情緒莫名德拉扯 / 我還愛你呢 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Qing xu mo ming de la che / Wo hai ai ni ne / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而你 斷斷續續 唱著歌 / 假裝沒事了 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;er ni duan duan xu xu chang zhe ge / jia zhuang mei shi le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;時間 過了 / 走了 / 愛情面臨選擇 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shi jian guo le / zhou le / ai qing mian lin xuan ze / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你冷了 / 倦了 / 我哭了 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ni leng le / juan le / wo ku le /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;離開時的不快樂 / 你用卡片手寫著 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Li kai shi de bu kuai le / ni yong ka pian shou xie zhe / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些愛只給到這 / 真的痛了 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you xie ai zhi gei dao zhe / zhen de tong le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎麼了 /  你累了 / 說好的 / 幸福呢 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zen me le / ni lei le / shuo hao de / zing fu ne /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懂了 / 不說了 / 愛淡了 / 夢遠了 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wo dong le / bu shuo le / ai dan le / meng yuan le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;開心與不開心一一細數著/ 你再不捨 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kai xin yu bu kai xin yi yi xi shu zhe / ni zai bu she /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些愛過的感覺都太深刻 / 我都還記得 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;na xie ai guo de gan jue dou tai shen ke / wo dou hai ji de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不等了 / 說好的 / 幸福呢/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ni bu deng le / shuo hao de / xing fu ne / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我錯了/ 淚乾了 / 放手了 / 後悔了/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wo cuo le / lei gan le / fang shou le / hou hui le /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著要怎麼停呢? /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zhi shi hui yi de yin yue he hai xuan zhuan zhe yao zen me ting ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎麼了 /  你累了 / 說好的 / 幸福呢 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zen me le / ni lei le / shuo hao de / zing fu ne /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懂了 / 不說了 / 愛淡了 / 夢遠了 / 我都還記得 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wo dong le / bu shuo le / ai dan le / meng yuan le / wo dou hai ji de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不等了 / 說好的 / 幸福呢/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ni bu deng le / shuo hao de / xing fu ne /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我錯了/ 淚乾了 / 放手了 / 後悔了/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wo cuo le / lei gan le fang shou le / hou hui le /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著要怎麼停呢?/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zhi shi hui yi de ying yue he hai xuan juan zhe yao zen me ting ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Sighs... T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-3973612293548630239?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3973612293548630239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3973612293548630239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3973612293548630239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3973612293548630239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='周杰伦 说好的幸福呢'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-7334890757490597304</id><published>2008-09-18T00:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:29:20.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Randoms: Second week of September..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Second week of September is equally as demanding as the first week. Damn. I'm soo sleepy at this very moment, rushing for a presentation material due on Friday and what the heck am I doing here.. &lt;strike&gt;fucking&lt;/strike&gt; PROCRASTINATING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, save &lt;strike&gt;the queen&lt;/strike&gt; ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one good pic to sum up the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE_5xkYqtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/h9V4q_4Ixr8/s1600-h/DSC00910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE_5xkYqtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/h9V4q_4Ixr8/s400/DSC00910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247045302654380754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Du lan..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically damn busy with work. Start my day with work, then evening trainings/meetings, at night in front of my laptop compiling materials..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE_6Hzf0kI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2zanZ9jFAgI/s1600-h/IMG183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE_6Hzf0kI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2zanZ9jFAgI/s400/IMG183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247045308623344194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Even my laptop feels that he's overworked.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, I'm crunching numbers, generating profiles and recording them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE_6O6ifSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/iFe1wd3x3WE/s1600-h/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE_6O6ifSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/iFe1wd3x3WE/s400/work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247045310531927330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"@_@.. My eyes!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse, I've been patronizing various pharmacies lately to get the most effective cough syrup.. and guess what.. I've a collection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE_6bSNgLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/gKvbiq-7iIo/s1600-h/080918_010824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE_6bSNgLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/gKvbiq-7iIo/s400/080918_010824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247045313852440754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's another 2 bottles in the kitchen.. *cough.. *cough.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to start off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE_6leinTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/nq0LqzuG9vE/s1600-h/080908_210558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE_6leinTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/nq0LqzuG9vE/s400/080908_210558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247045316588510514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sighs..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday: 8th Sept 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was invited to IBS to give a career talk. It was okay, except the fact that I had lack of sleep prior to the day due to preparations. Pics will be available soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday: 9th Sept 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company organized a Business Opportunity Presentation for recruitment of new agents/wealth planners. Was involved in setting up the systems around so had a rough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE-vQWeAnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wGOYq0N8M7A/s1600-h/080909_193812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE-vQWeAnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wGOYq0N8M7A/s400/080909_193812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247044022427320946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fair attendance.. all concentrating on the talk.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNFDGP-QpCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QWbWJKq7rUE/s1600-h/080909_183807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNFDGP-QpCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QWbWJKq7rUE/s400/080909_183807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247048815509283874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah Chan, our Emcee.. going to say: You're Fired! (damn pro pose..)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday: 10th Sept 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sweat it out. The guys arranged for a Futsal session in the Miri Indoor Stadium. Started off at 8 pm till 11 pm!! After a long beginning of the week, I'm half dead after this session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the pic OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE-vqG-kDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JmnfVmAd3UU/s1600-h/080910_203907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE-vqG-kDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JmnfVmAd3UU/s400/080910_203907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247044029341667378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Andy with his Stupendous Man pose.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday: 11th Sept 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its basically training time again. This time on new products. I dunno how many times i yawned, but I bet the one next to me yawned more times than I did. Secretly took a few snaps during the session:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE-v7VkBTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pDEcre9Zj10/s1600-h/080911_114856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE-v7VkBTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pDEcre9Zj10/s400/080911_114856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247044033966245170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Scribbling notes and stuffs like that. The small head in the middle = lecturer.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE-wFrLb-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/BP9J79rT3U0/s1600-h/080911_115918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE-wFrLb-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/BP9J79rT3U0/s400/080911_115918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247044036741263330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is a hit: Ruba with his very own Ferari school bag and a Batman pencil case. Salute.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday: 12th Sept 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a class at night about activities recording. And due to the strict regulations of the class I'm not allowed to access my phone. So no pics taken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a snap outside my office as there are some peeps making damn annoying noises, they're adding an emergency lagger to the side of our office for the 3rd floor dwellers.. which will be US..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE-wsAmRbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WLTXKeWGsAw/s1600-h/080912_140349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE-wsAmRbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WLTXKeWGsAw/s400/080912_140349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247044047031649714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Notice the bottom left corner, the ladder lying on the parking lot.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being stressed out during the week, I've gone to release some of it by getting me-self several pet tortoises. My dad had just DIYed a small fountain outside our front-yard and nothing has been living in it until the tortoise gang came around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're damn hyperactive man. Sayings about tortoises are slow animals are definitely untrue here. Whenever I try to take a glance they'd jump into the waters. If left undisturbed, they'd climb up on the wooden formations we've made for them and bask under the glorious sun, as though they've conquered their very own 'mini-Everest'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE9C4OHDCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fp6m22Ih9uQ/s1600-h/080912_233842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE9C4OHDCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fp6m22Ih9uQ/s400/080912_233842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247042160523938850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Got'cha.. This fella's halfway sleeping while clinging on the edge of the woods.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday: 13th Sept 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working half day today, but being jaded after a hard long week, I've decided to take things slow, made a few contacts with clients etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.. my step sis came back to Miri for several days for a break, and managed to catch up with her just before she took off to KL again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE9Da33sOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6njCOmP9SGk/s1600-h/080913_202158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE9Da33sOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6njCOmP9SGk/s400/080913_202158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247042169825898722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Same old mui-mui.. hah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, night activities resumes as usual, after the meeting we went over to lim teh at a Malay stall near Ming's Cafe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE9DtfVByI/AAAAAAAAAPA/G5vDdvHtkTA/s1600-h/080914_212651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE9DtfVByI/AAAAAAAAAPA/G5vDdvHtkTA/s400/080914_212651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247042174823237410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ka ni nah.. Manure lost to Liberboo.. damn dulan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things didn't turn out any better when I'm home.. I was practically making wan-tons on my bed-side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE9FZnjGkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Oweoa2ydNOY/s1600-h/080915_000046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE9FZnjGkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Oweoa2ydNOY/s400/080915_000046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247042203848743490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Unker! Want to eat my wan-tan? RM 2 only.. cheap cheap.. or you wan sui-gao??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few days, as I was quite sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday: 17th Sept 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Huat's birthday, the guys wanna gather up for celebration. Huat treated to a round of Secret Recipie. Heck, I know he's on our mercy for that session. You should've seen his expression when we were holding the menu.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE9FgNDT9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7hl4Aio2KpI/s1600-h/080917_185632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE9FgNDT9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7hl4Aio2KpI/s400/080917_185632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247042205616656338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Home.. and gone again..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE7oc2X3FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1j_A2CBYrW8/s1600-h/080917_215118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE7oc2X3FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1j_A2CBYrW8/s400/080917_215118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247040606988393554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Guys arrived at Secret Recipie.. Oh, forgot to take a snap at Huat's face.. LOL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE7ogr1gFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/449v1p6iGDg/s1600-h/080917_220235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE7ogr1gFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/449v1p6iGDg/s400/080917_220235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247040608017940562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The cakes came in waves.. and each lasted for less than 15 mins.. lol.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE7pMMbRZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GxkPE6eTNiI/s1600-h/080917_220329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE7pMMbRZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GxkPE6eTNiI/s400/080917_220329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247040619697358226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The drinks.. nice colours.. the tea is mine.. cannot drink cold.. bleh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE7pBJ5eeI/AAAAAAAAAOg/PrZ-gqQA65s/s1600-h/080917_220348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE7pBJ5eeI/AAAAAAAAAOg/PrZ-gqQA65s/s400/080917_220348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247040616733964770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cakes again... :P~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE7pWJBLwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/42mcNeBrm3E/s1600-h/080917_223039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE7pWJBLwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/42mcNeBrm3E/s400/080917_223039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247040622367420162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Secret Recipie... Nice advertorial shot.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE6JG8DORI/AAAAAAAAANg/HAv50gktmEc/s1600-h/080917_223213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE6JG8DORI/AAAAAAAAANg/HAv50gktmEc/s400/080917_223213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247038969019054354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Another promotional shot.. Ignore Kee Wee's head, not exactly good for promo.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE6JpoIwEI/AAAAAAAAANo/90VsTyPQi8s/s1600-h/080917_223227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE6JpoIwEI/AAAAAAAAANo/90VsTyPQi8s/s400/080917_223227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247038978330771522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alan harrassing Lim's DSLR.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE6KJuoJBI/AAAAAAAAANw/PIFIlVyS53I/s1600-h/080917_223244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE6KJuoJBI/AAAAAAAAANw/PIFIlVyS53I/s400/080917_223244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247038986947929106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Loke still concentrating on his main course.. Bate completes and smiles with satisfaction.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE6KHXdxZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J-vlcFJMeTA/s1600-h/080917_223257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE6KHXdxZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J-vlcFJMeTA/s400/080917_223257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247038986313909650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But.. Bate is back to action again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE6KlDH3kI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ukae8heiykI/s1600-h/080917_223312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE6KlDH3kI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ukae8heiykI/s400/080917_223312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247038994281651778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Alan trying to snap some abstract shots from the crumbs of the cakes.. Arte-de-la-crumbs perhaps?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a fair session there.. and we're kind enough not to take a chunk out of Huat's wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks Huat for the meal and Happy Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And too bad the boss of Secret Recipie didn't manage to find the birthday song.. or else I think this will be the last time Huat goes there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now.. I'm going to crash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+_+ ~ Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-7334890757490597304?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7334890757490597304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=7334890757490597304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7334890757490597304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7334890757490597304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/09/randoms-second-week-of-september.html' title='Randoms: Second week of September..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SNE_5xkYqtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/h9V4q_4Ixr8/s72-c/DSC00910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-1788264491656710849</id><published>2008-09-12T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:21:31.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musiclog'/><title type='text'>Jason Mraz - I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been having a tough week, and found this song. Damn it's relaxing. So let me dedicate this song to all of you who are stressed out: time to chill and relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz - I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well-a you done done me&lt;br /&gt;And you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks and now I'm trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmhmmm-Mmmmhhmmm, Mmmmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;(Heeeeey heeeey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;I look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;We're just one big family&lt;br /&gt;And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scatting)&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to come on?&lt;br /&gt;Scooch on over closer dear, I'll whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;Wo-ooo-o-oh who-oo-o-o-oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes love, love love love love love&lt;br /&gt;Love you love, love you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;But my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and I laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;(I won't hesitate)&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;(No more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;I look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours&lt;br /&gt;(It cannot wait, I'm sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't, (please don't, please don't)&lt;br /&gt;There's no need&lt;br /&gt;(There's no need to complicate)&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;(Our time is short)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause our time is short&lt;br /&gt;(This is our fate)&lt;br /&gt;This is oh, this is oh, this is our fate&lt;br /&gt;I'm yo-o-o-o-ooo-ours&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ki61e3zFPks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ki61e3zFPks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/24580047-1788264491656710849?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/1788264491656710849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=1788264491656710849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/1788264491656710849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/1788264491656710849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/09/jason-mraz-im-yours.html' title='Jason Mraz - I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-2104717156119218479</id><published>2008-09-07T22:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:24:46.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><title type='text'>6th Sept - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Monday - Presentation in IBS college, &lt;/strike&gt; (DONE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tuesday - Sound system operation for company's Presentation,&lt;/strike&gt; (fucking tired now~!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Wednesday - &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Futsal in indoor stadium&lt;/strike&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday - Training on new fund, Tennis at night.. &lt;/strike&gt; -_-b&lt;br /&gt;Friday - More to come.. Busy busy busy busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SMPsCg9sasI/AAAAAAAAANM/J-WFZjdrGHQ/s1600-h/happy_birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SMPsCg9sasI/AAAAAAAAANM/J-WFZjdrGHQ/s400/happy_birthday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243293919141980866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Mark almost forget.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Violet call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a great year ahead of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry for posting this a few days later as I was damn busy doing preps for the coming presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SMPsPuvWSjI/AAAAAAAAANU/5QSAjCFGvSQ/s1600-h/rabbit42.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SMPsPuvWSjI/AAAAAAAAANU/5QSAjCFGvSQ/s200/rabbit42.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243294146178206258" 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/24580047-2104717156119218479?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2104717156119218479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=2104717156119218479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2104717156119218479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2104717156119218479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/09/6th-sept-happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='6th Sept - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SMPsCg9sasI/AAAAAAAAANM/J-WFZjdrGHQ/s72-c/happy_birthday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-8392462411805683924</id><published>2008-09-04T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:14:59.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Randoms: First week of September..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KNN! Sometimes, being stuck in the cycle of working-life can be very demoralizing. I seriously NEED to recharge!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random No. 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; The following post is definitely not an advertisement for smoking. The author has no intention to promote or encourage such activity which can bring hazard to the health. Also, it is government's advice that SMOKING can cause short and long-term health problems and may, in some severe cases, cause death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend here got himself a daily dose of &lt;strike&gt;joss-sticks&lt;/strike&gt; smokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SL_4MyGTgpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CqI-JAstT8U/s1600-h/080903_211812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SL_4MyGTgpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CqI-JAstT8U/s400/080903_211812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242181389772882578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Emergence of the smoking 'ERA'.. Do you guys really have to indulge into this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, normally I would diss them (cos I don't smoke myself..) and tell them not to smoke too much etc etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I found something weird, and instead of going on with my routine 'dissing' I picked up the packet of 'Slowly-killing-you' sticks and squint my eyes on a particular detail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SL_4NFpm2EI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bCljQ6oNZ_4/s1600-h/080903_211759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SL_4NFpm2EI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bCljQ6oNZ_4/s400/080903_211759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242181395021224002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What the heck is going on?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Co (My secondary school, St. Columba Secondary School) is producing all this sh*ts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random No.2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was daydreaming at my office (after working hours), this bright light shone into my eyes. Feeling 'dulan'ed, I went to close the blinds at the windows. Then suddenly something struck me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a hint that Mr. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up-there-who-is-watching-me&lt;/span&gt; giving me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SL_4NXisa8I/AAAAAAAAANE/l_WM8x6dsP0/s1600-h/080904_164913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SL_4NXisa8I/AAAAAAAAANE/l_WM8x6dsP0/s400/080904_164913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242181399824067522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"*Jeng!!! Wake up from your pathetic day-dream boy!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST buy TOTO this coming weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-8392462411805683924?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/8392462411805683924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=8392462411805683924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/8392462411805683924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/8392462411805683924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/09/randoms-first-week-of-september.html' title='Randoms: First week of September..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SL_4MyGTgpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CqI-JAstT8U/s72-c/080903_211812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-2018134517629427123</id><published>2008-09-01T23:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:02:59.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><title type='text'>Final Union F.C.: Official Photoshoot..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Edit: I've gotten the names for the players whom I'd put 'dunno who' previously below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Nigel for such a wonderful job on the team photo-shoot. The result, jaw-dropping. :) I feel like I'm playing for Man Utd now.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In conjunction with the National day, our team decided to take a few snaps as a memorial before returning the cup we've won last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The weather was wonderful, not too hot nor too cloudy. Lim, as usual was our official camera-man and mind you, he takes really good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwHMTvkdgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QeuXGaQIj5U/s1600-h/080831_170916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwHMTvkdgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QeuXGaQIj5U/s400/080831_170916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241071974392034818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bate and Huat discussing with Nigel (Lim) on the shooting pose.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwHM2mLh1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XpnR_m_7mOY/s1600-h/080831_170933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwHM2mLh1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XpnR_m_7mOY/s400/080831_170933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241071983747893074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Defending our cup next month, Adam (Captain) seems like he does not want to give it back just yet.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwHNUq7VNI/AAAAAAAAALE/7tlgEGkxXc8/s1600-h/080831_170946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwHNUq7VNI/AAAAAAAAALE/7tlgEGkxXc8/s400/080831_170946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241071991820866770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Chinese League Cup, another piece of silverware on our team cabinet.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwHN7uE6mI/AAAAAAAAALM/_bcMsaeyuNE/s1600-h/080831_171006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwHN7uE6mI/AAAAAAAAALM/_bcMsaeyuNE/s400/080831_171006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241072002303060578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"See what I told you.. He just won't wanna let go.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwHOMPAjlI/AAAAAAAAALU/AK1ERBNIqCQ/s1600-h/080831_171131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwHOMPAjlI/AAAAAAAAALU/AK1ERBNIqCQ/s400/080831_171131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241072006736154194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just the perfect weather for photo-shoot.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwI966iUsI/AAAAAAAAALc/4GA_hsX-9Mc/s1600-h/080831_171153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwI966iUsI/AAAAAAAAALc/4GA_hsX-9Mc/s400/080831_171153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241073926232232642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lovers&lt;/span&gt; striking a pose.. -_-b.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwI90u8ccI/AAAAAAAAALk/B2beyUiuvKQ/s1600-h/080831_171206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwI90u8ccI/AAAAAAAAALk/B2beyUiuvKQ/s400/080831_171206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241073924573000130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Still not enough of it.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwI-Fm90zI/AAAAAAAAALs/wsxHMELFcUY/s1600-h/080831_171255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwI-Fm90zI/AAAAAAAAALs/wsxHMELFcUY/s400/080831_171255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241073929102938930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Define 'professionalism'.. Bate and Lim still discussing on the pose.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwI-ed_T9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/DsoJu7IO2To/s1600-h/080831_171423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwI-ed_T9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/DsoJu7IO2To/s400/080831_171423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241073935776174034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Michael (No. 5) seems to have worn the wrong pair of socks.. 'Mom put this in the bag for me!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Loke seemed to arrive late, he had to pick up someone from the station. Also, he brough along our team banner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwI-i8e_cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8u_fw4C4Og4/s1600-h/080831_172422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwI-i8e_cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8u_fw4C4Og4/s400/080831_172422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241073936977821122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A great 2 hour craftsmanship from Loke (Club President).."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwKbjr55PI/AAAAAAAAAME/OYYElzhe5Ug/s1600-h/080831_172445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwKbjr55PI/AAAAAAAAAME/OYYElzhe5Ug/s400/080831_172445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241075534904550642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A candid pose before the official one.. Look, there is a ghost on the left!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwKbwoGYyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/W4eJrISUX24/s1600-h/080831_172458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwKbwoGYyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/W4eJrISUX24/s400/080831_172458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241075538378253090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now, where did the ghost go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwKcMU7hgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qmNnX7wTfZI/s1600-h/080831_172532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwKcMU7hgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qmNnX7wTfZI/s400/080831_172532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241075545814042114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Adam finally let go of the trophy, but only to be attracted to this banner.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a series of behind the scenes photos, and almost an hour plus of preparation, here is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwK2RGVbpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OvX-xyXZjVU/s1600-h/n712731356_1684096_9141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwK2RGVbpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OvX-xyXZjVU/s400/n712731356_1684096_9141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241075993771601554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Loke came in late, so he's not in the picture."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwKcRwEZ4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/HObnbqQ7cXY/s1600-h/n712731356_1684097_573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwKcRwEZ4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/HObnbqQ7cXY/s400/n712731356_1684097_573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241075547270047618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The full squad.. team of Final Union F.C. for 2008/2009.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Players:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Front seated:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Along, Ming Hui, Maripa, Loke, Sim (Vice-Captain), Alai (Coach), Adam (Captain), Uncle Kuek, Huat, Puteh, Dawat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Standing behind:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah Liang, Dylan, Federick, Ron, &lt;strike&gt;*Dunno who (lol)&lt;/strike&gt; Jeff, Ah Ping, Adrian, &lt;strike&gt;*Dunno who again (Wtf!)&lt;/strike&gt; Liew, Michael, Sean, Ming Jie, Bate (a huge fan..)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, taking a photo like that made me feel like I'm playing for United.. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwKcTu9psI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3FhdcDINYRc/s1600-h/manu-jpg-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwKcTu9psI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3FhdcDINYRc/s400/manu-jpg-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241075547802281666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Champions of 07/08 season and Champions League winner.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks alike right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-2018134517629427123?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2018134517629427123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=2018134517629427123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2018134517629427123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2018134517629427123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-union-fc-official-photoshoot.html' title='Final Union F.C.: Official Photoshoot..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLwHMTvkdgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QeuXGaQIj5U/s72-c/080831_170916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-8335412253859955417</id><published>2008-08-31T14:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:31:04.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>What happened in August...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suddenly have the urge to post up something here. Maybe cos of the guilty feeling for leaving this place empty for so long.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been busy lately, especially when my company decides to do push the closing for the year to September. But after being busy for so long, I think its time to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a summary of what's been happening to me at least so far. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;21st August:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging on to my LG Chocolate for around a year an a half, I've finally decided to spend some of my savings on a new phone. My Chocolate has been misbehaving lately (as you may know, the touch sensitive pad tends to have a life of its own when there's a sudden change in temperature), so I've treated myself with a new (yet another)  LG KF 510.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo8D5eowVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Dd9SmUe1Nvw/s1600-h/080824_164124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo8D5eowVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Dd9SmUe1Nvw/s400/080824_164124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240567154065588562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They call it the Nicholoas Phone.. but why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo7XLUXXTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9TYfXxzLNDI/s1600-h/080829_140346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo7XLUXXTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9TYfXxzLNDI/s400/080829_140346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240566385760230706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Charging it for the day..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo8DG5BtNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cgWSqniCH-k/s1600-h/080829_140401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo8DG5BtNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cgWSqniCH-k/s400/080829_140401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240567140486067410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lights up like his previous uncle, LG Chocolate.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo8DWGXTvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NQRPf0iyqG0/s1600-h/080829_140503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo8DWGXTvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NQRPf0iyqG0/s400/080829_140503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240567144568540914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Packed with 1 GB external memory, good enough for me to slot in some of my tunes on the go.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo8DTCQZPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/A3wqqLly2GU/s1600-h/080829_140541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo8DTCQZPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/A3wqqLly2GU/s400/080829_140541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240567143746004210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nice feel on the hand, tough and heavy feel.. Scratch proof, tampered glass front panel.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo8DjOY-cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/R7UrUAGgch4/s1600-h/080829_140601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo8DjOY-cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/R7UrUAGgch4/s400/080829_140601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240567148091865538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nice black-red gradient at the back, metal body finish.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;27th August&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;My colleague (the one who always comes down and play TumbleBugs and BeJewelled 2 on my notebook during working hours) finally got her car today. A sleek midnight-blue Honda CRV. Damn nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo9jXP2ECI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uavYzNRZr0c/s1600-h/080827_111136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo9jXP2ECI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uavYzNRZr0c/s400/080827_111136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240568794144182306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Back View: Nice new back configuration. Got compartments to put your stuffs like durians etc.. (just kidding)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo9jljhKnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mRmsa5Or_6I/s1600-h/080827_111153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo9jljhKnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mRmsa5Or_6I/s400/080827_111153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240568797984795250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Side view: Sleek body with 17 inch rims.. O_O!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo9kNTpcgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mVpctTM6QNA/s1600-h/080827_111224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo9kNTpcgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mVpctTM6QNA/s400/080827_111224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240568808655647234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Inside view: Modern configuration, smart dashboard display.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo9kbYsf3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Pj3SNQsJS-I/s1600-h/080827_111522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo9kbYsf3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Pj3SNQsJS-I/s400/080827_111522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240568812434915186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Front view: It comes in black too! Nice new face.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo9krOKizI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/F2_vA6imlTk/s1600-h/080827_111537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo9krOKizI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/F2_vA6imlTk/s400/080827_111537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240568816685714226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sexy lighting.. damn.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeap, I made a deal with her: To send us for lunch for 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming a huge fan of CRV.. haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;29th August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my football session, my bro found a bird (chick) on my car wiper. I think it fell off the nest, so, (trying to emulate what kids do when they find these things: bring home, feed it, then send release it again) I brought this little guy home. Guess what, my mom threw a fit, so we had to put it outside. It flew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next morning, this little guy knocked on my room window. He's back! In order not to repeat last night's ordeal (my mom's fit), we secretly hid it and send him back where we found him. Also, I gave him a complementary home made out of my name card box and some tissues. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo-VozHBeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8GJDe5u6eeA/s1600-h/080829_190014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo-VozHBeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8GJDe5u6eeA/s400/080829_190014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240569657848956386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey you! Take your dirty hands off my feet!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;30th August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take a day off to bring my family for a treat. Sushi Fest at Escapade in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLpAvJRHWsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Yz29nmf_1jY/s1600-h/080830_122856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLpAvJRHWsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Yz29nmf_1jY/s400/080830_122856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240572295084726978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Baby squids.. horrific looking, but damn nice to eat.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLpAvSwY3OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ojnhQvn-nWo/s1600-h/080830_122956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLpAvSwY3OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ojnhQvn-nWo/s400/080830_122956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240572297631816930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Close up view, the head, tentacles.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLpAvqq9GII/AAAAAAAAAKc/mKSGRdQkDto/s1600-h/080830_125425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLpAvqq9GII/AAAAAAAAAKc/mKSGRdQkDto/s400/080830_125425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240572304051476610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Feasting time.. pardon my table setting.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLpAvh2CdjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/u_Jdzzz5Zyk/s1600-h/080830_125454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLpAvh2CdjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/u_Jdzzz5Zyk/s400/080830_125454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240572301682046514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Salmon head, top of the pick of the day!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLpAv97jHdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4z3Yas1Kvrg/s1600-h/080830_125508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLpAv97jHdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4z3Yas1Kvrg/s400/080830_125508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240572309221350866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My bro's set.. (what's left, LOL)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it costed us around B$ 67.00 and we had to take away some extra items which we over-ordered. Try not converting it to RM and you'll feel that its worth it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;31st August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 51st birthday to Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stayed at home watching Arsenal kicking the shit out of Newcastle and forgotten about the whole thing. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pictures taken using LG KF510&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-8335412253859955417?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/8335412253859955417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=8335412253859955417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/8335412253859955417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/8335412253859955417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-happened-in-august.html' title='What happened in August...'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SLo8D5eowVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Dd9SmUe1Nvw/s72-c/080824_164124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-5717225845192529787</id><published>2008-08-03T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:20:57.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Telephones Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*show of hands* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many people actually use public telephone this days? Nah... I guess &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; and that is probably the reason why and how this story begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not so long back, weather was chilly cold,  and my *phone service provider* constantly was out and finally it was really out of service for a duration of approximately 20 minutes or so.  Within that time frame I needed to call my friend to tell her i have arrived at the place and wanted to know where she was at that time. I recalled her asking me to wait for her before entering the premises and because it was so cold and windy my intention was also to tell her to hurry if she was still far from the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my phone was out of service, i stopped at the nearest tram stop, got down and walked towards to the telephone booth. Just before i reached the place a lady came by in front of me and started heading towards the phone booth as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I*Cursed* while trying hard to keep myself warm. She was looking at her mobile phone while making the call. "Must be the same service provider" as it ran through my head. Successfully making a call after 4minutes she called another person looking at me and apologized. That took her another 2-3 minutes. It was obviously long for me cause it was really chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, she turned around called me and said "you can use the money... etc... etc eaten money..etc...etc.." *I actually didn't understand what she was talking after that* I looked at the display and it show $0.50, wow! great cause i only had $0.40 that time and the minimum amount to make a phone call was $0.50. Lucky day I thought and started making the call. Unfortunately, I was unable to make a call. Every time the receiver picks up, the call drops. Oh! FYI, there is only 1 public telephone around that area. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess despite having a mobile phone, it is also equally important to  have public phones around. Do you agree? Who knows what might happen. There is always contingencies for everything why not this.&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/24580047-5717225845192529787?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5717225845192529787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=5717225845192529787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5717225845192529787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5717225845192529787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/08/public-telephones-today.html' title='Public Telephones Today!'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-8136747096546541938</id><published>2008-07-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:06:07.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Republic - Come Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-5dTrOhhBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-5dTrOhhBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're listening&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I'm young&lt;br /&gt;For speaking out of turn&lt;br /&gt;There's someone I've been missing&lt;br /&gt;I think that they could be&lt;br /&gt;The better half of me&lt;br /&gt;They're in their own place trying to make it right&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of justifying&lt;br /&gt;So i say you'll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;And right now there's a war between the vanities&lt;br /&gt;But all i see is you and me&lt;br /&gt;The fight for you is all I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;So come home&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lost in the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Of everything i see&lt;br /&gt;The world ain't as half as bad&lt;br /&gt;As they paint it to be&lt;br /&gt;If all the sons&lt;br /&gt;If all the daughters&lt;br /&gt;Stopped to take it in&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin&lt;br /&gt;It might start now..Yeahh&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I'm just dreaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;Until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;And right now there's a war between the vanities&lt;br /&gt;But all i see is you and me&lt;br /&gt;The fight for you is all I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;Ever known&lt;br /&gt;So come home&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything i can't be&lt;br /&gt;Is everything you should be&lt;br /&gt;And that's why i need you here&lt;br /&gt;Everything i can't be&lt;br /&gt;Is everything you should be&lt;br /&gt;And that's why i need you here&lt;br /&gt;So hear this now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;And right now there's a war between the vanities&lt;br /&gt;But all i see is you and me&lt;br /&gt;The fight for you is all I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;Ever known&lt;br /&gt;So come home&lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-8136747096546541938?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/8136747096546541938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=8136747096546541938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/8136747096546541938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/8136747096546541938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-republic-come-home.html' title='One Republic - Come Home'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-972850153888532655</id><published>2008-07-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:34:04.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>施文斌 - 忘不了</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NwP1ItwtPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NwP1ItwtPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作词:&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;施文斌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作曲:&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;施文斌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;监制:&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;施文斌&lt;/span&gt; 杨震翻开一本旧日记&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记载着一段旧恋情&lt;br /&gt;每段都那么的甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;往事历历在这里&lt;br /&gt;曾看过多少的风雨&lt;br /&gt;曾说过要到哪里去&lt;br /&gt;曾做过觉得傻的事&lt;br /&gt;爱过在这城市里昨晚下了一场雨&lt;br /&gt;让我忽然梦里见到你&lt;br /&gt;躲在某个地方哭泣&lt;br /&gt;好想紧紧抱着你&lt;br /&gt;有一次从朋友口中听到你消息&lt;br /&gt;我的心都在发抖&lt;br /&gt;你是否孤身一人&lt;br /&gt;我不停追问分手两年后我还是想着你&lt;br /&gt;多久没有见过你&lt;br /&gt;现在你住在哪里&lt;br /&gt;只怕有一天我们都会老去&lt;br /&gt;只想留一点回忆&lt;br /&gt;能够让我们依靠我在一个咖啡店&lt;br /&gt;透过玻璃窗往外望&lt;br /&gt;你的人影无所不在&lt;br /&gt;无心无魂的想你&lt;br /&gt;为什么人总要等到失去才珍惜&lt;br /&gt;我来不及想告诉你&lt;br /&gt;要永远不分离&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-972850153888532655?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/972850153888532655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=972850153888532655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/972850153888532655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/972850153888532655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='施文斌 - 忘不了'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-9103874466116605317</id><published>2008-07-26T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:11:01.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Bang!! Malaysia made its name once again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,6165214,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,6165214,00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A recent explosion on a Qantas flight, whereby  the panel of the plane which then was ripped away from the remainder of the fuselage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various authorities are looking into the matter. However there are speculations going around and what interest me most was the name 'Malaysia' got involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was reading more on the incident, i came across this article titled ' &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,24079086-2862,00.html"&gt;Pilot: Outsourcing Work is to Blame&lt;/a&gt;' (Heraldsun.com 2008). Very often we hear that Malaysia providing quality services especially when it involves foreign dealings. (You know, the bias side of it right when it comes to dealing with foreigners *wink*). To my surprise, Malaysia's name was in a way smeared by statements such as;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This could well be the direct result of Qantas having stand-in engineers, or from outsourcing maintenance to Malaysia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"With Qantas outsourcing maintenance to Malaysia, (it) is certainly worrying a lot of us pilots"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Herladsun.com 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My gosh Malaysia, if you want to do better, this  is certainly not the way to start. Plus, statement such as &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There have been aircraft with dodgy staples to secure wiring.&lt;/span&gt;" I'm not quite sure if this is a statement pointing at Malaysia. However, i can tell you that this is seriously dodgy. No doubt that at times, people can be really innovative but staples on sercure wiring??? What the.....&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what incidents it might be, I sure HOPE to see that Malaysia can become one great successful country without being poured such allegations. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Just opinion, nothing more ;)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-9103874466116605317?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/9103874466116605317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=9103874466116605317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/9103874466116605317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/9103874466116605317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/07/bang-malaysia-made-its-name-once-again.html' title='Bang!! Malaysia made its name once again!'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-4271521556666298471</id><published>2008-06-30T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:26:40.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sighs... busy busy busy busy... So busy lately... But I have to do something in this blog.. so here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, despite my hectic working schedule, I was occupied with ANOTHER problem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Registered Financial Planner - Module 3, Investment Planning Exams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It nearly took my life from me for that period of time.. Sleepless nights, burning loads of midnight oil, no chance to go limteh with friends at night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Sighs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, just when the painful memories of the work+exam fades with time, I received this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217586726921140738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SGiXe_LtegI/AAAAAAAAAIc/s9ofbcRi904/s400/IMG246.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Dub.. dub dub.. dub dub.. sounds of my anxious (but not weak) heart beating...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exam results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217587130753251170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SGiX2fkyd2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/a6qV53EhI4M/s400/IMG247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'PASS!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that definitely made my week... Celebrations anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-4271521556666298471?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/4271521556666298471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=4271521556666298471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4271521556666298471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4271521556666298471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/06/pass.html' title='PASS!'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SGiXe_LtegI/AAAAAAAAAIc/s9ofbcRi904/s72-c/IMG246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-1790590577833113644</id><published>2008-06-13T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:53:57.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Net Generation and 'Google -ing' your name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are you 22 years and below? If Yes, then you're one of the net generation. Cool.. eh! Ever wonder what would our lives be in the future, with all the incredible devices and cool gadgets bla.. bla.. and so on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that if you're one of the 'N-Geners', you're the kid that has been manipulating mouses since early age. Having access to email, IM, downloading musics and movies etc list goes on. I remembered when I was little, communication was not as simple as present day. I had to use fax machine to communicate with my dad who was overseas that time. Snail mail was just too slow to arrive and I was desperately trying to communicate with my dad :)  Today communication is as easy as a simple click of a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We certainly know that Google is the biggest and well-known search engine. At the same time with the ever growing of social network such as Facebook, LinkedIn, Myspace, etc and also the continuous growth in personal blogs.  We have been 'googling' from every single thing we could think of but why not try your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever thought of "Google -ing" your name on the website? It seems to me that 'gooling' people on the web to find further information has becoming a trend. I also realized that among the few TV series such as the Cashmere Mafia, NCIS,  there seem to be 'googling' people on the web to find out who there are in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking a class this semester, my Professor was talking about "Brand you". It's got to do with creating your on brand and distinguish yourself among others. He gave us an article which talks about 'googling' your name on the web. Below is a online ID calculator link that you can try assessing your current online identity stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.careerdistinction.com/onlineid/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, maybe you can strive to further establish an identity online. Who knows, your employer maybe 'googling' you as we speak :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and give it a try! See what you get.... *Have fun* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-1790590577833113644?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/1790590577833113644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=1790590577833113644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/1790590577833113644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/1790590577833113644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/06/net-generation-and-google-ing-your-name.html' title='Net Generation and &apos;Google -ing&apos; your name'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-576070036902362759</id><published>2008-06-02T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:49:00.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbling'/><title type='text'>Hitting the limits..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost forgot that I actually still have a blog here, and after looking back, I've noticed how terribly 'un-updated' it is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just came back from KL trip yesterday, and I realised one thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Using plastic cash is so tempting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess what, I'm already hitting the limits for my card, and I think I have to put it away for some time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207248819196949058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SEPdNj1OckI/AAAAAAAAAIU/j0Wd-exBwDw/s400/IMG243.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"No more holiday spending until 2010"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm attempting to lock a devouring monster in a plastic cage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-576070036902362759?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/576070036902362759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=576070036902362759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/576070036902362759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/576070036902362759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/06/hitting-limits.html' title='Hitting the limits..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/SEPdNj1OckI/AAAAAAAAAIU/j0Wd-exBwDw/s72-c/IMG243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-90011334486702703</id><published>2008-03-07T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:53:28.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最長的電影 - 周杰倫</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's been some time since I last dropped in something here. Been really busy with work. *Sighs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is one of the songs from Jay's latest album, I'm &amp;lt;strike&amp;gt;Damn&amp;lt;/strike&amp;gt; Busy...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:38df1fa7-43e5-4fcc-9b3b-0256bf0c6b36" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yh4EoyBeUNQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yh4EoyBeUNQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-90011334486702703?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/90011334486702703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=90011334486702703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/90011334486702703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/90011334486702703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='最長的電影 - 周杰倫'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3836301318544820047</id><published>2008-01-07T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:40:02.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, my home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hours turn to days, days turn to month.. Finally, the time of excitement has come. But why am I not feeling as excited as I am supposed to be? The reason: I fell in love with my old home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, this would be the last entry I'll ever post from my beloved old home. Come and think about it, it has been almost 16 years living under this dependable roof of yours, under strong winds, heavy rains, merciless rays form the sun. Never did I realize that this will be the day, where I am sitting in the empty living room of yours blogging my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space I am sitting now used to have a table, in front of me used to be a TV, to my left supposed to have a lazy arm chair, behind me a long couch.. Sigh.. Now, it is all but an empty room, lifeless and with echo. Everyone in my family seemed eager towards the new home but I know that deep inside them, they have the heavy feeling to wave goodbye to the current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many things happened here throughout the years. My friends whom I've grown up with, played games with, cycled with, shared lame jokes with are slowly moving away, and today I am another one who is doing the same. My childhood I would say, is not really an interesting one, but at least, looking back now, there are regrets, and it was this home which I've grown up through all these years that I've built my life and characters with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that the next owner of this house will enjoy life as much as I've gone through, if not better. I hope that they will take good care of the walls, the beams, the doors, the lawn, the trees.. I hope they love the house as much as I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7th January 2008 shall be remembered as the day I move out of you.. and I am missing you already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-3836301318544820047?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3836301318544820047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3836301318544820047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3836301318544820047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3836301318544820047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2008/01/farewell-my-home.html' title='Farewell, my home..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-4895217600454652552</id><published>2007-12-25T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:28:24.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbling'/><title type='text'>2007 moving to 2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever dreamed of a white Christmas? I'd prefer to celebrate it in the tropical weather.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As I'm writing off the final chapters of my '2007 chronicles', I slowly plot the storylines for the next book '2008'. Looking back, the year's been full of ups and downs, memories and nightmares. I'd guess that nothing is perfect in the world, each and every experience is an opportunity to learn new things, to measure your character and to test perseverance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today, as everyone is happily getting wasted on the Christmas night, I'd stay in front of my reliable lappy to reflect on my highlights and perhaps some of my lowlights which happened in the last 360 days. I guess, in another 5 days or so, I'd need to set myself a new path, direction to make sure what happened before does not repeat itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nevertheless, I believe that life itself should be celebrated, other occasions are just reasons to make life richer, more memorable and most importantly celebrate gratitude to life and to everyone contributing to our lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Neglect all the nonsense above, as it is past bed-time and my mind is now set to auto-pilot. So, what I ACTUALLY want to say is MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR to all my family members, my lads and pals, my acquaintances, people who know me but I don't know them and yadda-yadda. All the best to all of you and thank you all for making me who I am today in the final days of 2007. May it be good times or bad times, I thank you all for painting some part in my book of '2007'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-4895217600454652552?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/4895217600454652552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=4895217600454652552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4895217600454652552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/4895217600454652552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-moving-to-2008.html' title='2007 moving to 2008...'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-5182675024404672607</id><published>2007-12-21T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:07:17.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musiclog'/><title type='text'>新垣結衣 - Heavenly Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I happened to bump into this clip when 'YouTub'ing, and hey, I find it quite a sweet song. I wonder what is the movie about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:df2a221e-a5fb-4c9b-bb89-5bf4d8cb1d34" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oI8jHMBetD0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oI8jHMBetD0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-5182675024404672607?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5182675024404672607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=5182675024404672607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5182675024404672607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5182675024404672607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/12/heavenly-days.html' title='新垣結衣 - Heavenly Days'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-2787191454646831704</id><published>2007-12-16T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:33:31.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musiclog'/><title type='text'>Norah Jones - Don't Know Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is always a time when you'd listen to something which catches your attention. Well, this time it's this song, when i was watching a drama, happened to be one of the few distinct songs which I find it quite soothing. Here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:033cbeb2-88d1-4218-8094-141df3d4b9dc" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/paHlDr7kXIo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/paHlDr7kXIo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Norah Jones - Don't know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I waited til I saw the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know why I didnt come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I left you by the house of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know why I didnt come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know why I didnt come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I saw the break of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wished that I could fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead of kneeling in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Catching teardrops in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart is drenched in wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But youll be on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out across the endless sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would die in ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But Ill be a bag of bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Driving down the road along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart is drenched in wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But youll be on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something has to make you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know why I didnt come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel as empty as a drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know why I didnt come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know why I didnt come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know why I didnt come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-2787191454646831704?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2787191454646831704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=2787191454646831704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2787191454646831704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2787191454646831704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/12/musiclog-norah-jones-don-know-why.html' title='Norah Jones - Don&amp;#39;t Know Why'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-5915280927200685653</id><published>2007-12-11T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:27:31.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musiclog'/><title type='text'>James Blunt - 1973</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It bothers me when I hear a song, usually one with a somewhat catchy tune, and it won't go off my mind till I listen to it for several times. Is it a disease? Please.. Help me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, this time it's this song, 1973 by James Blunt, featured in his album, 'All The Lost Souls'. It just won't get off my mind.. Arrgh!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142677494107120706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/R1517w6mpEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ouxAu5hVGAk/s400/6625.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;James Blunt - All The Lost Souls (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ro2BHWic7WE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ro2BHWic7WE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;James Blunt - 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're getting older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your journey's been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Etched on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish I had known that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What seemed so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Has been and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we'd both stay out till the morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we sang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Here we go again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And though time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a club with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish I was sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I could see clearly now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The rain has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My memory plays our tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The same old song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we`d both stay out till the morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And though time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a club with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we'd both stay out till the morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And though time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a club with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And though time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a club with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And though time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a club with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 1973&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Heh... at least i feel better now... *sighs..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Video embedded from some guy of YouTube, pictures cropped from various internet source.&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/24580047-5915280927200685653?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5915280927200685653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=5915280927200685653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5915280927200685653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5915280927200685653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/12/james-blunt-1973.html' title='James Blunt - 1973'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/R1517w6mpEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ouxAu5hVGAk/s72-c/6625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-2690163661076647305</id><published>2007-11-14T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:11:39.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes my one-sen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#808080;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#808080;"&gt;There is a lot of time where people neglect the value of 1 sen. I remember seeing my friend drop it on the floor and don't even bother to pick it up; saying 'Ah! It's just 1 sen after all.' By April next year, things will change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#808080;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By April Fool's next year, the Government will enforce the rounding mechanism for over-the-counter transactions. Yeah, I'm not kidding, it's not April Fool's today..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What this means is that by the time such action is enforced, the one-sen coins will be &lt;strike&gt;useless&lt;/strike&gt; less-used.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ah, what should we do to them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I still have sooo many of it at home (not)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, the question which will most likely pop up is 'Why do so?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Try read the facts and you'll understand:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/iamminghui/Rzpln8hFKfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GlWHTw-iKrQ/n_facts1%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="244" alt="n_facts1" src="http://lh6.google.com/iamminghui/RzploshFKgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zYPJsIrIfFU/n_facts1_thumb" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that so? I didn't know that...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So how will life be after this rounding off of one-sen next time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Will the taukehs not be able to use pricing strategies like 'the .99 strategy'?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Worry not, as it still can be used, just that it will be rounded to the nearest five-sen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/iamminghui/RzplpchFKhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tzOiLhr1ifM/n_chart%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="214" alt="n_chart" src="http://lh4.google.com/iamminghui/RzplqMhFKiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SIdztFgKcXs/n_chart_thumb" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How the rounding up works...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Which means, if you visit a sports shop and see a Nike shoe priced at RM 399.99 (and you'd the shrewd owner standing nearby smiling..) you will need to pay RM 400, and need not expect the cashier to give you back any change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For more examples:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/iamminghui/RzplrMhFKjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ouse46_vn-Q/n_how%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="244" alt="n_how" src="http://lh6.google.com/iamminghui/RzplrshFKkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CuYZifNrZfU/n_how_thumb" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buy anything with less than two-sen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Perhaps, one-sen is valuable after all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Pictures are cropped from &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt;, for related article, click on link below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/11/14/nation/19460993&amp;amp;sec=nation&amp;amp;focus=1"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/11/14/nation/19460993&amp;amp;sec=nation&amp;amp;focus=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-2690163661076647305?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2690163661076647305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=2690163661076647305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2690163661076647305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2690163661076647305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-goes-my-one-sen.html' title='There goes my one-sen...'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-7733476031385460721</id><published>2007-11-09T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:17:18.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;This is my first attempt to use Windows Live Writer to actually post my blog and of course, I wanna see how the effects will be..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Visit the link below to enjoy the full benefits of Windows Live!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.live.com/"&gt;Windows Live Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-7733476031385460721?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7733476031385460721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=7733476031385460721' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7733476031385460721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7733476031385460721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-post.html' title='Random Post...'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3388722427447400131</id><published>2007-10-29T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:43:08.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Wah! We are now a space power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, I feel damn jaded now. Work, work and more work. Hopefully I can get a break soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine just came back from KL, who happened to be a staff in The Star pointed me to this interesting article, related to a recent and popular event in our country; the first Malaysian to ascend into space.. Here's the stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/10/18/focus/19171550&amp;amp;sec=focus"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/10/18/focus/19171550&amp;amp;sec=focus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL - Hilarious..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-3388722427447400131?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3388722427447400131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3388722427447400131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3388722427447400131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3388722427447400131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/10/wah-we-are-now-space-power.html' title='Wah! We are now a space power!'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-8274099963932716212</id><published>2007-10-21T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T03:26:48.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recreational'/><title type='text'>Keroro!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which 23 year old nowadays would actually spend his first RM 50 of his monthly salary to buy a snap-up toy which is not so cool, but inevitably cute. Read on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Friday, 19th October 2007, where me and the lads had lunch as usual at Seng Kee (One of the many various spots we have our meals when the clock strikes 12 pm). We arrived early, lunch was brief, so after eating, one of us decided to have a stroll at a place I have not really been to for almost 6 to 7 years: Toys World (well, I did went there, but not really to look at the toys..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly brought back some nostalgic childhood memories, like what toys I used to like playing, some which I wished to have and some which I thought it was silly having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for certain, I like to build models. I remember building alot of car models, the last one was a Toyota Celica, which I almost broke my bank to buy just the paints and tools to help out with the build-up. But heck, I don't even know where the car is in my house now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stumbled upong this little model, which I find quite attracting to me, and immediately I have the feeling that I need to get my hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim told me to get it, but hey, I was all dressed up for work, and you don't expect a working guy to suddenly pop up in a toy store to buy a friggin lame toy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I brushed off the thought of buying it until just now (Saturday, 20th Oct 2007, 8:30 pm), which I sneaked in to quickly make a purchase, before many people notice (Of course, I brought together with me a decoy, my brother, in case anyone familiar asks me who I am buying the toy for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me reveal to you, the ultra-adorable character I had only seen once on TV and resulted in me buying the model of him: &lt;strong&gt;Keroro&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpLLOsl_yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GgU_QczueHg/s1600-h/IMG156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123490182383140642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpLLOsl_yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GgU_QczueHg/s400/IMG156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, say it's going to sound gay, but I have to admit, he's cute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't exactly understand what the bloody Japanese gibberish captions on the box says, the only characters that I can read is 'Keroro Gunso Ver. 1.5'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpLB-sl_xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/R2pQC-SvbgY/s1600-h/IMG157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123490023469350674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpLB-sl_xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/R2pQC-SvbgY/s400/IMG157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It even says a 'Flying board' is included!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such models do not come cheap, especially when it is branded (Ban Dai is famous in such models like 'Nike' in sports apparels). It busted my first RM 50 of the month after I got my salary yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpK6usl_wI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FIBvGpkxPpo/s1600-h/IMG160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123489898915299074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpK6usl_wI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FIBvGpkxPpo/s400/IMG160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Hiss.. the sounds of burning in my wallet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Price aside, the model is not exactly huge, in fact the box is just around the size of 13 cm x 8 cm x 3 cm. But what caught my eye was the various pose this little toy can do as illustrated on the side of the box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKzOsl_vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/u2EMr3Vvmlw/s1600-h/IMG162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123489770066280178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKzOsl_vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/u2EMr3Vvmlw/s400/IMG162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold a fan, stand up straight, sit down cross-legged are just simple moves. It can even slip over a bloody banana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, once the box is opened, the contents are not as pretty as it seems, all in seperate pieces. Now, I really can't wait to fix it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKr-sl_uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VKC85Z2VEWs/s1600-h/IMG164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123489645512228578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKr-sl_uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VKC85Z2VEWs/s400/IMG164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm.. the legs are here, the arms there, where is the head??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've made more detail models than this, so it does not take me much time to actually finish the head. In fact, you need not worry if you get your hands on such model as the instruction manual is as detail as a picture taken by a 10 mega-pixel camera (errm... I know, it's the worst metaphor to describe the scenario..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKkusl_tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KTeLPvaJin4/s1600-h/IMG165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123489520958176978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKkusl_tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KTeLPvaJin4/s400/IMG165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh! They removed your body, and left your head. Don't worry, they've got the fluids from your brain to regenerate new parts of your body... Err.. anyone with 20 cents please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the help of the manual, my experience with models and my mom's manicure set, the Keroro-slipping-over-the-banana is completed within just a short 20 minutes. Here's how it looks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKdusl_sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0kBiEK4Esks/s1600-h/IMG166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123489400699092674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKdusl_sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0kBiEK4Esks/s400/IMG166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lively looking little dude, I can even feel the pain from the fall too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was tempted to put this model in my car, but heck, I wouldn't want it to melt under the unmerciful Malaysian sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKUusl_rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mHGitet0xuc/s1600-h/IMG168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123489246080270002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKUusl_rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mHGitet0xuc/s400/IMG168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His legs are too short to do splits over the banana.. Ermm.. Pardon the pun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The movements of this model is quite flexible, it can even change facial expression by swapping the mouth and turning over the eyes. Plus, as promised on the box, I get a flying board accompanying this little dude, my guess is that it is his official ride in the animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKM-sl_qI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xcZeCkBPr3Q/s1600-h/IMG169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123489112936283810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKM-sl_qI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xcZeCkBPr3Q/s400/IMG169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Another angle of the fall. Nice landing I presume..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, at the price of RM 46.90 (Exact figure, no GST nonsense included), I'm pretty satisfied with the end product. In fact, I made a vow to myself not to let this little guy to feel lonely too long by getting the rest of the members (This green guy is blue, he has a compatriot in the colour of blue, red and black).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKFesl_pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4I85RWiM0tU/s1600-h/IMG170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123488984087264914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpKFesl_pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4I85RWiM0tU/s400/IMG170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Get my lads to join the fall!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I guess it's time for me to do some budgeting for the next month..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-8274099963932716212?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/8274099963932716212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=8274099963932716212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/8274099963932716212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/8274099963932716212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/10/keroro.html' title='Keroro!!'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RxpLLOsl_yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GgU_QczueHg/s72-c/IMG156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3661551163982456509</id><published>2007-10-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:32:17.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Can I Story You (2): The Hospital Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weather today in Miri changed quite rapidly, from a sunny morning became a rainy evening. Well, at least tonight will be a nice cooling night to sleep. Anyways, here is the second story from the new 'inspiration' slot which I would like to share some stories from the 'Can I Story You' book, so enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon when the men in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122698551191010946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/Rxd7MOsl_oI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-6Mu5j98N1s/s400/397330163_8eb5d67a89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unrelated pic: just to fill up the cold texts with a warm pic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As the man by the window described all this exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.&lt;/p&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and weeks passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite their own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but shared happiness is double the joy. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it's called rge present." The wonderful things of life are within us. If you could see it in your mind, you can see it in your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-3661551163982456509?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3661551163982456509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3661551163982456509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3661551163982456509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3661551163982456509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-i-story-you-2-hospital-window.html' title='Can I Story You (2): The Hospital Window'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/Rxd7MOsl_oI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-6Mu5j98N1s/s72-c/397330163_8eb5d67a89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-7656842903884788264</id><published>2007-10-12T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:34:10.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbling'/><title type='text'>Daddy.. where do I come from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nasty schedule, hectic working hours and lots of tea with clients.. That sums up my current working time.. LOL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, little kids pop up &lt;em&gt;'the question'&lt;/em&gt;, which leaves the poor parent(s) stammering with a vague answer. Little does the kid know, the usual response is seldom the truth, some may just be brushed off without any answer, leaving the poor kid searching in curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mommy/Daddy, where do I come from?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mommy/Daddy, where do babies come from?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions as such is always accompanied with a very innocent and curious look from the eyes, and the parent(s) is always in a dilemma to tell the real process of how they were actually made up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just can't say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Daddy made a mistake, forgotten to buy a &lt;em&gt;special balloon&lt;/em&gt; and thats how you are here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'One beautiful morning, a white stork carrying a small bag flew to our chimney and dropped you on our &lt;em&gt;unlit&lt;/em&gt; fireplace.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such vast media sources nowadays, the above statements just don't cut it anymore. What if they really google for the fact and realize that what 'Daddy' or 'Mommy' says is a lie afterall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they can't just illustrate the steamy and illicit sessions on how they 'made' babies to the kid at such tender age. So the question is, 'How to overcome &lt;em&gt;'the question'&lt;/em&gt;, without revealing too much and at the same time not telling a terrible lie?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not everyone is like Luke Skywalker in StarWars, where he doesn't even know who the hell is his dad till Darth Vader unveils the horrible truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I happened to stumble upon a wise fella who answers like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Its a little love from Daddy, a little love from Mommy and LOTS of love form God.. That's how you came about..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... fascinating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-7656842903884788264?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7656842903884788264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=7656842903884788264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7656842903884788264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7656842903884788264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/10/daddy-where-do-i-come-from.html' title='Daddy.. where do I come from?'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-2798058089069424749</id><published>2007-10-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:21:32.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Can I Story You: The Red Marbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the previous post, I just cannot no post this story. Hope you enjoy it; forget about your ego and let it move your heart. *Ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jim Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Barry, how are you today?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Mr. Miller. Fine, thank you. I’m just admiring these peas. Sure look good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine. Getting stronger all time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good. Anything I can help you with?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No sir, I’m just admiring these peas.”&lt;br /&gt;“Would you like to take some home?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No sir. I have nothing to pay you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, what do you have to trade for some of these peas?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All I have is my prize marble here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is that right? Let me see it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here it is. She’s a dandy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can see that. Hmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not really but almost.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tell you what, take this sack of pea back home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, “There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering. Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there I learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts, all very professional looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about colour or size, they came to pay their debt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,” she confided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in the world.” With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-2798058089069424749?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2798058089069424749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=2798058089069424749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2798058089069424749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2798058089069424749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-i-story-you-red-marbles.html' title='Can I Story You: The Red Marbles'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-8245209000188661601</id><published>2007-10-04T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:16:47.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Can I STORY you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During the conference in KL, there was a booth which sells some books; and this book, in particular, caught my attention. Without hesitating, I splashed out a few ringgits to get hold of it. I have to say, my 'few ringgits' are not wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves a good story. The world thrives on intriguing plots, moving lines and many of its heroic characters. ‘Once upon a time’ and ‘happily ever after’ are the lines where all the readers or listeners anticipate, and the truth is; even Hollywood is built upon these foundations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story-telling has been around as soon as mankind learnt how to communicate. Stories are not just for mere entertainment. Many times, story is use to teach the next generation about values of life. It is the mould for a child’s dreams, inspiration for the ones tested, advice for the ones who seeks and motivation for the worn-out souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RwTz71GCEKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-4T8i1LxzbA/s1600-h/IMG144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117483285789937826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RwTz71GCEKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-4T8i1LxzbA/s400/IMG144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ahem, can I story YOU?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book ‘Can I Story You’ breathes in fresh air for the minds, enriching souls with words of wisdom from wise people who’ve lived a meaningful life. Some of the stories are parables to describe the meanings of life itself, some are real life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RwTzkFGCEJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XNVnDS_Z3K0/s1600-h/IMG145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117482877768044690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RwTzkFGCEJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XNVnDS_Z3K0/s400/IMG145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Life is like a tree.. think about it.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the book is divided into 5 sections:&lt;br /&gt;1) Seed – Symbolises vision and goal,&lt;br /&gt;2) Roots – Symbolises character and attitude,&lt;br /&gt;3) Nourishments – Symbolises desire and motivation,&lt;br /&gt;4) Tree – Symbolises growth, perseverance and persistence,&lt;br /&gt;5) Fruits – Symbolises success and results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RwTzalGCEII/AAAAAAAAAE8/mr3gGS6ENu0/s1600-h/IMG146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117482714559287426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RwTzalGCEII/AAAAAAAAAE8/mr3gGS6ENu0/s400/IMG146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Vision and goal, sprouts from the seeds in your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book contains several short stories, all with the purpose to let the readers think twice about their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wonderful how people can come out with metaphors to describe life. I wonder; when was the last time I read a storybook?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-8245209000188661601?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/8245209000188661601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=8245209000188661601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/8245209000188661601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/8245209000188661601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-i-story-you.html' title='Can I STORY you?'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RwTz71GCEKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-4T8i1LxzbA/s72-c/IMG144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3195500432719341286</id><published>2007-09-23T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:22:29.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recreational'/><title type='text'>Exciting Saturday - Pre-Mid-Autumn Festival celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to blog about this before leaving for KL last week, but it seemed that I am very busy preparing for the trip rather than to slot in a time for this. So, here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I prepare the script for this blog, I am on my way, ascending to the famously known as the 'Top of the Clouds' or 'Malaysia's Gambler's Paradise'. Yeap, I am referring to Genting, as the reason for going there is to attend my company's conference, which is held every year around this time; the Top Achiever's Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like what Alan describes such functions: attending a function just to listen to mumbo jumbo, I am not going to elaborate much on the functions that I've attended (unlike Alan, I find the function quite enriching and motivating.. LOL), but rather, I want to share more on the 'early' celebration of the Mid-autumn Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one of the very few significant Chinese celebrations which is slowly forgotten, I would like to take this opportunity to give some tips on how to make this event rather being opposite of 'boring'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are few of the steps to make the most out of this event, well, at least for us bunch of over 20 year olds who still likes to compare whose lanterns are cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step 1: Find a good location.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-autumn Festival reminds me when I was still a kid, and the cool times we had with some friends, especially to compare how cool and 'up-to-date' our lanterns are. Since we want it to be as nostalgic, we've picked a park (fully equipped with playground: swings, slides, etc.). To create the 'feel' and proper 'atmosphere', Adrian volunteers to show his sublime skills on swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvZfOdhM_zI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FfKpKy784ic/s1600-h/IMG166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113379128972476210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvZfOdhM_zI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FfKpKy784ic/s400/IMG166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Yeah, you think this is cool? 10 years back I can do a 360 on this thing!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step 2: Get the tools ready.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cook cannot do anything without his kitchenware, a mechanic cannot repair without his toolbox and definitely, WE cannot celebrate Mid-autumn festival without any lantern. What you do here is to ask one of your most trusty friend (who is free during lunch-time) to help go to the nearest open air market to buy you the most suitable lantern for the night event. Here, I asked Lim to help me get one, and being a person with taste for the cliche, he got me this ultra-cute 'Hello-Kitty' lantern decorated with a 'Pucca-pucca' (or however you spell it) decors. My initial response was the 'WTF' response but soon, I grew to like my lantern more and more (yes ladies, I DO have my feminine side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvZeAthM_yI/AAAAAAAAAEs/inh-dRqLa5s/s1600-h/IMG006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113377793237647138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvZeAthM_yI/AAAAAAAAAEs/inh-dRqLa5s/s400/IMG006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Hellooo-Kitty... are you kidding me??'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lantern itself is not enough. Next, you'd need a proper 'stick' to support it. As shown above, I've picked up a super unique stick, with the right thickness and length and as a bonus, it has two 'balls' as decor! How cool can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3: Light it up baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the fun part. Get your gang to light up the lanterns together. Watch out and get your parent's (or any adults help, age 21 and above, capable of handling fire and not insane) to help you with the process if you are too young to play with fire. Remember, in Step 1, we have chosen a PARK, so if your Step 1 preference is your 'HOME' then be sure to take extra precaution, or else '&lt;em&gt;www.therubbishbin.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;' will not be liable for any losses due to accidents after following the acts we've illustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvZdbthM_xI/AAAAAAAAAEk/J6MlWRAlOks/s1600-h/IMG036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113377157582487314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvZdbthM_xI/AAAAAAAAAEk/J6MlWRAlOks/s400/IMG036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Light up the bulb dudes! Let's ROLL!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step 4: Start parading around the area like crazy dudes.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where Step 1 is cruicial: If you've selected a crowded place, prepare to be given the 'What the heck!' look. But, since we've selected the park, and it's already 1 am, no one dares to stop us, or else we'd bash them with our 'luminating batons' on our hands. Sing songs, do whatever you like, but please, do not run around naked even though no one is around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvZdFthM_wI/AAAAAAAAAEc/42tqE0d-c_8/s1600-h/IMG007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113376779625365250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvZdFthM_wI/AAAAAAAAAEc/42tqE0d-c_8/s400/IMG007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'Parade in progress.. Do not mess with us..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step 4: Disposal.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if you are parading in a public place, be sure that you dispose your leftover lanterns so that the aunties who are going to clean the place in the morning need not have a hard time cleaning our mess. You can either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Toss it into a nearby rubbish bin,&lt;br /&gt;b) Let it be washed away by the current of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;c) Bring home and keep, or&lt;br /&gt;d) BURN it there and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they burned it there and then, I'm not there to witness the finale as I need to rush home early, but heck, I wonder what they did to my 'Hello-Kitty' Lantern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvZbuthM_uI/AAAAAAAAAEM/invYJqSmrJQ/s1600-h/IMG013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113375284976746210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvZbuthM_uI/AAAAAAAAAEM/invYJqSmrJQ/s400/IMG013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'4-4-2? 4-3-3? You can even do football tactic formations if you have this many lanterns!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not to forget, get a piece of Mooncake, and the Mid-autumn Festival celebration is complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therubbishbin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.therubbishbin.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is not responsible for any misdoings or criminal activities that may arise from the ideas given above. The above contents are seriously meant for education and recreational purposes only and do not carry any elements of violence, racism and politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-3195500432719341286?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3195500432719341286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3195500432719341286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3195500432719341286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3195500432719341286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/09/exciting-saturday.html' title='Exciting Saturday - Pre-Mid-Autumn Festival celebration'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvZfOdhM_zI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FfKpKy784ic/s72-c/IMG166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-6856603679756731987</id><published>2007-09-22T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:55:20.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Juz random post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just last week I was saying that I am blogging more often now but it doesn't seem so.. So now, I redeem myself by plotting a junk-post.. what the heck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever ate something which is cold, looks nice and cute, with 'Q-Q' texture, and most importantly, have a sweet fruity taste with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112948086054649554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvTXMdhM_tI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VZ9stbSmwdw/s400/IMG150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ultra 'Q'! Don't believe? Touch it!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ultra 'Q' Jello with Nata-de-Coco made by a good friend (Or used to be my tuition teacher in my secondary school days).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's so nice, that you'd be craving for more..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just had two left, so I have no choice but to take a picture of it before putting it into my digestion system...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-6856603679756731987?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/6856603679756731987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=6856603679756731987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/6856603679756731987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/6856603679756731987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/09/juz-random-post.html' title='Juz random post..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RvTXMdhM_tI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VZ9stbSmwdw/s72-c/IMG150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-2970450135302168241</id><published>2007-09-15T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:13:23.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of plain desktop? Get Yahoo! Widgets..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea, I know these few days I've been blogging alot, and I admit that I am quite free, to a certain extent..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the most significant feature of Windows Vista with its predecessors is the availability of the Vista Gadget Sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/Ruq_STmk19I/AAAAAAAAAD8/9B5XJAzrwSs/s1600-h/sidebar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110107048425871314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/Ruq_STmk19I/AAAAAAAAAD8/9B5XJAzrwSs/s400/sidebar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Sadly available for Vista users only…’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sidebar is definitely a useful addition, as the users can beef up the capabilities of the PC with all sorts of tools; such as media display tools, organizers, simple reminders, and even fancy clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like myself, I am an occasional user of the Post-it note feature as you all may know; I am a pretty forgetful person myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if you are not a Vista user?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not; cause Yahoo! Has a solution for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing, Yahoo! Widget 4.0, an alternative for a Vista Sidebar where you can have functions as handy yet easily customizable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/Ruq_ITmk18I/AAAAAAAAAD0/k28pc6zqd0I/s1600-h/yahoo+widget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110106876627179458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/Ruq_ITmk18I/AAAAAAAAAD0/k28pc6zqd0I/s400/yahoo+widget.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Ta da…’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Widget can be downloaded from &lt;a href="http://widgets.yahoo.com/"&gt;http://widgets.yahoo.com/&lt;/a&gt;. The latest version comes with a handful of tools; battery meter, weather meter, clocks, Yahoo! Mail checker, CPU portal, iTunes remote, picture frame, organizers and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is graphically sleek and most of them are customizable, where users can go to the widget gallery to add on more geeky or cool tools, whether just to impress or to really ease you off a certain task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/Ruq_Bzmk17I/AAAAAAAAADs/2fZF0DkUAhw/s1600-h/detailed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110106764958029746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/Ruq_Bzmk17I/AAAAAAAAADs/2fZF0DkUAhw/s400/detailed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'It is interesting to see how detail the graphic is for the widgets..’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a whole, Widgets is a useful toy to play around with and at the same time keep you up to date with news feed which you can subscribe. With such fanciness and handiness it does come with some hefty requirements. In terms of hardware, the widgets differ according to memory demand but definitely more is always better here. It is able to run in both Mac OS (Mac OS X10.3.9 or greater) and Windows platform (Windows Vista, Windows XP SP2 or Windows 2000 SP4 minimum. Latest service packs and updates recommended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/Ruq-5Dmk16I/AAAAAAAAADk/YxQkQTGOJVU/s1600-h/desktopwhole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110106614634174370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/Ruq-5Dmk16I/AAAAAAAAADk/YxQkQTGOJVU/s400/desktopwhole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Now, now. How about both working together? Wha-la!!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you are looking for some decorations for your desktop, delay no longer. Get your Yahoo! Widget now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-2970450135302168241?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2970450135302168241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=2970450135302168241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2970450135302168241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2970450135302168241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/09/tired-of-plain-desktop-get-yahoo-widget.html' title='Tired of plain desktop? Get Yahoo! Widgets..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/Ruq_STmk19I/AAAAAAAAAD8/9B5XJAzrwSs/s72-c/sidebar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3431756371083624955</id><published>2007-09-12T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:23:23.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Making of Rooney's Perfect Kick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VhWA5YcMuE8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VhWA5YcMuE8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align='centre'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:85%;'&gt;'Director: Wayne.. Not again.. How on EARTH could you miss that TWICE??'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='left'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent campaign by Nike to promote their latest football boot, T90 Laser have many viewers guessing; 'Did Rooney really did the kick in ONE take?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this 'cheap looking' commercial was really done in 3 takes.. It is not the misses that matters, but HOW it was missed that matters instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Believe it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-3431756371083624955?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3431756371083624955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3431756371083624955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3431756371083624955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3431756371083624955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/09/making-of-rooney-perfect-kick_8491.html' title='The Making of Rooney&amp;#39;s Perfect Kick'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-7521094100195939808</id><published>2007-09-09T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:39:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The VISTA experience..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My apologies to all therubbishbin dwellers. Really, i have been very busy lately, running here and there to attend to my work, sports and my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Having a new toy this week, I finally get some hands-on experience on the much anticipated Microsoft OS, Microsoft Windows Vista Home Premium (Not Ultimate.. not up to that standard yet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And I tell you, it's sweet like candy, smooth like a baby's ass and sleek as your dream sports car..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107879134327929202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RuLVAo0--XI/AAAAAAAAADU/CGvGJMRQ9cs/s400/desktoppic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Even Torres comes to life on my desktop.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;Aside from its fancy 3-dimensional ability to cascade its windows like above, it has much cooler interface and effects in a whole and in terms of customisation, you can really tweak it to make the person next to you green with envy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;For those who likes to DIY on anything they own, this is a good tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;Vista comes with very friendly configuration tools; connectivity, security etc. can be configured to your liking, and most importantly, without needing you to flip on the instruction manual, because it is so easy to do. Even a not so techie person like me have no problems maneuvering around the OS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;And you can add some personal touch by adding you favourite 'instant-and-at-your-fingertips-tools' by your side (sidebar) where you can access instantly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107886951168407938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RuLcHo0--YI/AAAAAAAAADc/lsXlHQagwWE/s400/widget+menu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Currency exchange? It's here. Weather report? We have it. Post-it notes? Plenty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;However, such 'fanciness' cannot be achieved if you do not have a capable machine to power it.. Like they say, 'it comes with an equal price'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;To actually start my pc, it could easily take 3 minutes or so, plus some loading time for my widgets on the sidebar, which really means if you do not have enough memories (RAMS) to support Vista, you will really have a hard time over this memory-hungry operating system. Heck, what is the use of having Vista installed if you only can support the basic layout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;Here is the recommended system requirements to run Microsoft Windows Vista Home Premium/Business..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;1 GHz 32-bit (x86) or 64-bit (x64) processor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;1 GB of system memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;40 GB hard drive with at least 15 GB of available space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Support for DirectX 9 graphics with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;WDDM Driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;128 MB of graphics memory (minimum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Pixel Shader 2.0 in hardware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;32 bits per pixel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/products/windowsvista/buyorupgrade/ordercd.mspx"&gt;&lt;span &gt;DVD-ROM drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Audio Output&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Internet access (fees may apply)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional Requirements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Actual requirements and product functionality may vary based on your system configuration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/products/windowsvista/buyorupgrade/upgradeadvisor.mspx"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Windows Vista Upgrade Advisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; can help you determine which features and edition of Windows Vista will run on your computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;While all editions of Windows Vista can support multiple core CPUs, only Windows Vista Business, Ultimate, and Enterprise can support dual processors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Premium / Ultimate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;TV tuner card required for TV functionality (compatible remote control optional).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Premium / Business / Ultimate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Windows Tablet and Touch Technology requires a Tablet PC or a touch screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Microsoft's latest OS also comes with some handy tools such as the Media Centre, Meeting Space just to mention a few which can be useful if it comes to sharing files and medias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;As a whole, Vista experience is a sweet experience for me for the time being, not until bugs starts popping up in time to come, but as a whole, I'd give it double thumbs-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;*This is not an advert..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-7521094100195939808?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7521094100195939808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=7521094100195939808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7521094100195939808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/7521094100195939808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/09/vista-experience.html' title='The VISTA experience..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RuLVAo0--XI/AAAAAAAAADU/CGvGJMRQ9cs/s72-c/desktoppic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-290107497628999391</id><published>2007-07-29T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:19:12.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why Christmas in July! I don't really know myself. What i do know is that in Australia, Christmas time is always in the summer season and they want to celebrate Christmas during winter (i guess) and the best time to do that is in July! I won't say this celebration as a tradition through out Australia, however there are ppl here who celebrates Christmas at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a totally fun and enjoyable night. There was of course the dinner, the karaoke, dancing which everyone had fun and not to forget everyones favourite, the free drinks through out the night. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Rqx2RpxrECI/AAAAAAAAABU/0plU-H5uqNE/s1600-h/DSC06317a.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Rqx2RpxrECI/AAAAAAAAABU/0plU-H5uqNE/s400/DSC06317a.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092575324293238818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas in July Celebration!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-290107497628999391?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/290107497628999391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=290107497628999391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/290107497628999391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/290107497628999391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/07/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July!!'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/Rqx2RpxrECI/AAAAAAAAABU/0plU-H5uqNE/s72-c/DSC06317a.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-5112774633920565347</id><published>2007-07-04T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:39:11.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>200 Pounds Beauty: Review</title><content type='html'>I have been a frequent visitor of the cineplex for the past few days.. and heck, June is really a good month for movies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Y-fM1aveQ0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came across this title.. &lt;strong&gt;'200 Pounds Beauty'&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouJNO64B7I/AAAAAAAAADM/fSG1SS4-CzI/s1600-h/photo26262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083307464854079410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouJNO64B7I/AAAAAAAAADM/fSG1SS4-CzI/s400/photo26262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To love me or hate me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say... Koreans do come up with the silliest and the funniest movies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouJD-64B6I/AAAAAAAAADE/c1foHde9j8o/s1600-h/photo26265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083307305940289442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouJD-64B6I/AAAAAAAAADE/c1foHde9j8o/s400/photo26265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Huge jeans, huge dreams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the surface, this movie is quite similar to its Hong Kong counterpart, 'Love On a Diet', both movies involved the characters being fat at first, then because of love, they.. umm.. find ways to slim down.. And I have to tell you, this movie taught the less healthy way to slim down.. black-mailing a plastic surgeon with a recording of him doing a 'phone-sex' session..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie goes with the main actress, Kang Hanna (Kim Ah-joong) being a voice of a famous 'singer' Ammy (Seo Yun) who actually, can't really.. sing.. As you can see, despite having the sweet voice, Hanna is not really that pretty (well, she's the movie title..) and secretly she admired him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouI7e64B5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/HGllxa1pLJQ/s1600-h/photo26271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083307159911401362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouI7e64B5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/HGllxa1pLJQ/s400/photo26271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Lady killing pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, her looks didn't really impress the producer of the album company, Sang-jun (Ju Jin-mo), and Hanna is frequently being targeted by Ammy as victim of himiliation by playing pranks on her, trying to wake her up from her fantasy etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouIqe64B4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/G7xa74VcaFw/s1600-h/photo26270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083306867853625218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouIqe64B4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/G7xa74VcaFw/s400/photo26270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'A' or 'B'.. you choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led to Hanna deciding to transform her current form into a new personality. She seeked help from a surgeon (who used to call her up for kinky phone-sex) who agreed to help build her a new image (after black-mailing him)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouIa-64B3I/AAAAAAAAACs/wcl-uDROfhg/s1600-h/photo26273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083306601565652850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouIa-64B3I/AAAAAAAAACs/wcl-uDROfhg/s400/photo26273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't eat the fat..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouIOO64B2I/AAAAAAAAACk/1PAxM1uPbHY/s1600-h/photo26275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083306382522320738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouIOO64B2I/AAAAAAAAACk/1PAxM1uPbHY/s400/photo26275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouII-64B1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Ft6g6fR8fZU/s1600-h/photo26276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083306292328007506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouII-64B1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Ft6g6fR8fZU/s400/photo26276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When is her wish coming true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The result of the surgery was spectacular.. She became the new persona of pop songs, and now with her new name 'Jenny', she decides to take another gamble to win Sang-jun's heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouH8O64B0I/AAAAAAAAACU/0jvKy346O4s/s1600-h/photo26268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083306073284675394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouH8O64B0I/AAAAAAAAACU/0jvKy346O4s/s400/photo26268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh... did an angel fell from heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHyO64BzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Xm6CoNXNIHY/s1600-h/photo26269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083305901485983538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHyO64BzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Xm6CoNXNIHY/s400/photo26269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taxi driver: 'What the heck! Do you know how to dri... Are you OK??'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The adventure as a new person is truly a comedy. For the next hour, the movie is filled with both extremes of joy and sorrow. As fame grows, distance is slowly built up between her and her family and friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHre64ByI/AAAAAAAAACE/C0dWT5_H34g/s1600-h/photo26277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083305785521866530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHre64ByI/AAAAAAAAACE/C0dWT5_H34g/s400/photo26277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking the first catwalk after shedding some pounds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHcO64BxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0ldEV-UfD1E/s1600-h/photo26272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083305523528861458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHcO64BxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0ldEV-UfD1E/s400/photo26272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me.. can you sing with more feeling like Hanna??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHWO64BwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CbzlHg4G9Yo/s1600-h/photo26274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083305420449646338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHWO64BwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CbzlHg4G9Yo/s400/photo26274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jenny (or Hanna) singing Maria (o.s.t of the movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The movie is also packed with cool and catchy tunes.. Some of the songs are even sang by the actress herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHOu64BvI/AAAAAAAAABs/7zho9mhoRsc/s1600-h/photo26279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083305291600627442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHOu64BvI/AAAAAAAAABs/7zho9mhoRsc/s400/photo26279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Surgeon: ' You gotta seduce him with killer poses'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHH-64BuI/AAAAAAAAABk/5ooO4MK0sz0/s1600-h/photo26280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083305175636510434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouHH-64BuI/AAAAAAAAABk/5ooO4MK0sz0/s400/photo26280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shooting to fame but distance apart from family and friends.. What's her choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite being labled as a comedy, this movie has its touching scenes as well, especially when she did a public confession in her first concert.. the whole cinema was so quiet and i really can hear some sobbing.. well, my nose was running.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should not say anymore as i might spoil the essence of this movie.. But i guess in a whole, this is a good movie to watch, for those with sensitive feelings, do get a box of tissue prepared, and for those who'd like a laugh, don't miss this film..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This movie really deserve a 8/10 rating... 2 missing for poorly making Hanna's fatty body.. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(* Pictures cropped from &lt;a href="http://www.hancinema.net/"&gt;http://www.hancinema.net/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-5112774633920565347?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5112774633920565347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=5112774633920565347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5112774633920565347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5112774633920565347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/07/200-pounds-beauty-review.html' title='200 Pounds Beauty: Review'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RouJNO64B7I/AAAAAAAAADM/fSG1SS4-CzI/s72-c/photo26262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-3395423471454931009</id><published>2007-07-04T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:37:15.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><title type='text'>Total 90 Laser: BEWARE mosquitos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Been Watching ALOT of movies lately.. Will be posting another show on the latest Korean flick, '200 Pounds Beauty'.. O_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at this, no doubt you'd say... 'IT'S CRAZY!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Z4KIA2Cq_c" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMFG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archers, beware.. The next person who can be a sharper shooter than you might just use his legs to shoot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxH-HyXujiw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OUCH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Torres teaching all of us how to intimidate others with accurate kicks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, footy-guys, T90 Laser is the next big thing for your game..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-3395423471454931009?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3395423471454931009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=3395423471454931009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3395423471454931009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/3395423471454931009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/07/total-90-laser-beware-mosquitos.html' title='Total 90 Laser: BEWARE mosquitos..'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-2560511144554250322</id><published>2007-06-30T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:14:13.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Transformers: The Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I know I know.. Apologies for not posting for so long.. Here, I redeem myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081705427055795474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RoXYKXDV3RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VIYFRJk8jDU/s400/transformers3_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Protect or Destroy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This movie came to me few months back, when I unintentionally bumped into its trailer. Then, the trailer was pathetic.. Why did I say so is because it made me sooo hooked on to the movie and that one minute of teaser is enough to make me yearn more for the movie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7uXvqfQvNI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teaser..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was in March...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The day came when the premier of the movie came, in Miri itself, was on the 28th of June (last two days from this post..) I wanted to get the tickets in the afternoon but didn't, then when I knew it, the tickets are all sold out. I was devastated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But my brother came to the rescue..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He managed to get TWO TICKETS from one of his friend, and hey, before i knew it, i am on my way to the premier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081708974698782034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RoXbY3DV3VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XIj_PLYJxmE/s320/IMG085.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tickets, with cool covers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081708768540351810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RoXbM3DV3UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fWy8HPoy2Ss/s320/IMG086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It says: 'No filming of the movie with any recording objects allowed.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The moview was awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081706088480759074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RoXYw3DV3SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YBH7iElYci4/s400/optimus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life beyond our planet Earth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The story began with the flying cube, where the citizens of a science-fiction planet, The Cybertron are fighting to get their hands on it. The 'Allspark' as they knew it, landed on our planet Earth and they came all the way from their destroyed homeland to grab hold of it, one side wants to harness the power of the cube, while the other want to foil the evil plans by destroying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081712522341768578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RoXenXDV3YI/AAAAAAAAABE/2QzN1RJVYkw/s400/megatron.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The very very very bad Megatron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, the ones wanting to do bad things with the cube are the Decepticons, while the ones wanting to destroy the cube are the Autobots..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081712861644184978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RoXe7HDV3ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yg0M8_Bxys0/s400/transformers5_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WWE Raw, Heavy Metal style..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These two sides battle their way out to find the locations of the cube and the stumbles upon this kid, Sam Witwicky, the decendant of the late Captain Witwicky who found the cube 200 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081711229556612450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RoXdcHDV3WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/slam3L5WZ3c/s400/guynchick.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 'Hero' and the 'Heroine'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The movie revolves with lots of action and the same amount of jokes(lots of sarcasm and puns) slotted amongst the serious battles between the Decepticons and the Autobots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081713102162353570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RoXfJHDV3aI/AAAAAAAAABU/HCYZW_s_yNE/s400/transformers4_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very scary robots trying to kill humans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tho only thing that makes me wonder... Why the Autobots only take shapes in form of four-wheeled (or more) vehicles? Why can't they do like the Decepticons where they get cool military weapons like tanks etc.? Well, maybe the movie makers want to preserve the originality of the story, and heck, the cars are quite cool too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081719024922254770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RoXkh3DV3bI/AAAAAAAAABc/JzFZXFGzuRo/s400/cars.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn cool wheels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In whole (to keep things), I don't wanna spoil the movie, but i do feel that this movie is going to hit the box-office big time. If you can't watch it today, make sure you do tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd give a 10 of 10 rating.. The movie even has a hot-chick! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081712299003469170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RoXeaXDV3XI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4K-CKh9VyAE/s400/hotchick.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The engine's loose.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Cropped images are courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.transformersmovie.com/"&gt;http://www.transformersmovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-2560511144554250322?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2560511144554250322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=2560511144554250322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2560511144554250322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2560511144554250322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformers-movie.html' title='Transformers: The Movie'/><author><name>ah minghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994830725571718308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXSKxS1mhG8/RoXYKXDV3RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VIYFRJk8jDU/s72-c/transformers3_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-467394944968002919</id><published>2007-06-28T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:18:47.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masterpiece!</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the pictures that i took and like most (i guess...) :p Why i call these masterpieces is because my camera is like a time bomb. It is near 'death'. It is amazing to get few good snapshots such as the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoOkFFBh8vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cxwx8OotGJw/s1600-h/DSC05897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoOkFFBh8vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cxwx8OotGJw/s400/DSC05897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081085211758949106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is one of the foggy morning which i took. It was cold till that u can blow the so called "smoke". This is a view outside the place where i stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoOlxFBh8xI/AAAAAAAAABE/NbXWMdKFIUw/s1600-h/Green+Fireworks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoOlxFBh8xI/AAAAAAAAABE/NbXWMdKFIUw/s400/Green+Fireworks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081087067184821010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoOlA1Bh8wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-3D31TkP6bI/s1600-h/Orange+n+Yellow+Fireworks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoOlA1Bh8wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-3D31TkP6bI/s400/Orange+n+Yellow+Fireworks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081086238256132866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are pictures of fireworks which i personally like it. These are taken during the crow casino's 10th anniversary.&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/24580047-467394944968002919?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/467394944968002919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=467394944968002919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/467394944968002919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/467394944968002919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/06/masterpiece.html' title='Masterpiece!'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoOkFFBh8vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cxwx8OotGJw/s72-c/DSC05897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-5533327572040730821</id><published>2007-06-28T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:23:33.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Updates here n there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoObllBh8sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vl19VMZGht4/s1600-h/DSC05728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoObllBh8sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vl19VMZGht4/s400/DSC05728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081075874500047554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how Em looked when she came back from the graduation ceremony back in m'sia to melbourne. She arrived around 7am at the melbourne airport and straight to her home and after unloading her baggages she rushed to the school. On that day she had classes throughout the day from 9am till 4.30pm. She was trying real hard to stay awake... and when she heard the word "BREAK" by her lecturer this is what she looked like&lt;br /&gt;^------------- Em sleeping while her dearest fren Dew took her picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoOc01Bh8tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YahuVIQvZNA/s1600-h/DSC05989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoOc01Bh8tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YahuVIQvZNA/s400/DSC05989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081077236004680402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a chocolate bar which I found while i was shopping for my groceries. It has my best friend's name on it. The word "Violet" :P (it may sound rather odd) but for the fun of it and juz to show it to my group of frens. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-5533327572040730821?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5533327572040730821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=5533327572040730821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5533327572040730821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/5533327572040730821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-updates-here-n-there.html' title='Little Updates here n there!'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RoObllBh8sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vl19VMZGht4/s72-c/DSC05728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-2446422002898708294</id><published>2007-06-16T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:09:42.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation! (2nd Chapter)</title><content type='html'>This is the continuation of the chapter i published titled 'the 4 best friend' (trilogy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RnPifEoEbqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lKweLGu2sSY/s1600-h/DSC05662_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RnPifEoEbqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lKweLGu2sSY/s400/DSC05662_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076650228422307490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time flies don't there.....&lt;br /&gt;Here we are a bunch of graduates struggling and striving for a better life and seeking achievements of our own. No more complaints of suffering from assignments and exams however suffering from the daily routines and scoldings from bosses and involving in t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RnPtrkoEbrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MlTlxwWp1Xg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RnPtrkoEbrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MlTlxwWp1Xg/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076662537798577842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he workplace gossips. Sounds sad.. but that is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we basically attended the graduation ceremony on 11th May 2007. Officially graduated! Despite that each of us went off our separate path we still very much keep in touch. Now i am wondering when will we ever get together roaming around town asking the question 'ai ki ta lok jiak' (where to go and eat) and sitting down chatting and telling stories of their new sets of life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy working and studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-2446422002898708294?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2446422002898708294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=2446422002898708294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2446422002898708294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/2446422002898708294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/06/graduation-2nd-chapter.html' title='Graduation! (2nd Chapter)'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbfqrbzlHgo/RnPifEoEbqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lKweLGu2sSY/s72-c/DSC05662_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-117085410716977809</id><published>2007-02-07T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:18:15.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADIDAS +Predator Absolute: review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Brief-crap: Happen that we went to Sunway and stumbled upon this weird looking Egyption fortune-teller machine. We each put our own hands to see what the results were. At first we laughed it off, but later what happened really made me think twice. O_O.. spooky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/873676/DSC03919%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absolute&lt;/strong&gt;-ly gorgeous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, festive season is coming.. Chinese New Year will be here to knock at your doors on the coming weeks of February. Not to forget, my b'day is coming really soon, but not as soon as when i received this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ADIDAS +Predator Absolute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes in a simple exterior, red on top, black beneath.. but what lies in it is breath-taking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/443463/DSC03920%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/82593/DSC03920%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fearsome-looking shoebox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Slowly I reveal the contents.. Beneath the crimson red top lies a bag with a vicious looking 'Predator' &lt;strike&gt;engraved&lt;/strike&gt; printed on it.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/368530/DSC03921%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/977283/DSC03921%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Grrrr... how dare you wake me from my lengthy-sleep??!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I opened further.. I realised that inside the hideous and vicious looking 'Predator' bag lies a pair of crimson-red football boots, just like its cover, with white and infamous '3-stripes' by its side..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/498048/DSC03923%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/576772/DSC03923%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Peekaboo...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The more I fantasize, the more I think about the awakening of a crimson vampire awaking from his sleep.. It may not be as fearsome looking as my imagination, but I really have to say I am impressed by myself to be able to relate such stupid thoughts during the process of unleashing my pair of Predators..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/632518/DSC03926%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/224448/DSC03926%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 'Taaa daaa...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got several boots of this range, a pair of &lt;b&gt;F50&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Predator Pulse&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Nike Tiempo Mystic(the second grade)&lt;/b&gt;, and several other boots which I forgot the name, and out of all, I think this is the sweetest one.. Maybe because it is the latest, but heck, when i put it on, I can instantly feel its comfort..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/271445/DSC03927%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/765949/DSC03927%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; To hit it hard and powerful or to get the weights off? Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It comes with two sockliners, one with an extra weight of 20 grams, which theoretically says will give you extra power for your kicks, which the other is the lightweight one, which makes the Predator one of the lightest boots of its kind..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/186394/DSC03928%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/24333/DSC03928%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Without the sockliner, you can see your fish swimming in your boot.. How cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It also comes with some care-guide for the boots, like what you should and shouldn't do with the RM 699.90 footwear..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/811956/DSC03929%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/986187/DSC03929%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rule 21: Do not leave boots out where it is exposed to potential pet gnawing and chewing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, this pair of boots don't come cheap.. I went to the retails in Berjaya Times Square, and paid some hard cash of &lt;b&gt;RM 700&lt;/b&gt; just to see the cashier giving me a 10 cents change back.. Inflation... Inflation...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/681387/DSC03908%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/84525/DSC03908%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It looks good anywhere, on kitchen floors, bedroom parquets and even without onion leaves topping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Compared with its predecessor, the new Absolute is really impressive.. My previous Predator Pulses were good, but this just stands on a class of its own...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/223503/DSC03910%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/990933/DSC03910%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An opened can of 'woop-ass'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall I have yet to rate this boot for the recent weather condition was too bad to put it on its first test.. But by far, i would say that it is a must for crazy Predator lovers who wants to up their game and of course, have some extra cash to spend.. As for me, I will have to thank Uncle Lim from Genting who made my B'day wish came through.. earlier than I've thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-117085410716977809?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/117085410716977809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=117085410716977809' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/117085410716977809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/117085410716977809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/02/adidas-predator-absolute-review.html' title='ADIDAS +Predator Absolute: &lt;i&gt;review&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-117068023597109436</id><published>2007-02-05T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:02:49.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRB: Person of The Month!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Short-talk: As I know, lots of babies popped out during the month of February. So i would like to dedicate this post to all B'day guys and girls.. Violet (5th), Hannah (6th; if you see this), Myself (LOL, 10th.. remember guys..) and Valentino Kuan (Shu Yuan to be exact, 14th).. Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen... don't be fooled by this innocent looking picture.. it may send you misleading messages, especially where it concerns with age..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, Person of the Month for February goes to... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ms. Violet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, who also happens to be the B'day Girl of the month!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/556800/IMG007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/627374/IMG007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Look, ponies may be too big for her.. So get her something more suitable..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heck, if i was placed side by side with her, i would be definitely be the one to be said much much older than this 'little girl'.. but in fact it is... umm.. not entirely true.. (oops.. i think i revealed too much there...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the main point is just for me to wish her..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Same goes to the rest of the Februarians, including myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/12966/IMG008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/431346/IMG008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even 'M' is too big... get 'S' size of the frog for her please..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i would like to personally thank Uncle Lim from Genting for giving me a pair of &lt;u&gt;Predator&lt;/u&gt; for my Birthday.. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the same time, Happy Valentines to all of you out there.. don't forget to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I Love You'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to your loved ones...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-117068023597109436?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/117068023597109436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=117068023597109436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/117068023597109436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/117068023597109436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2007/02/trb-person-of-month.html' title='TRB: Person of The Month&lt;i&gt;!!!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116652985134016824</id><published>2006-12-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:04:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5190/3234/1600/394736/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5190/3234/400/661436/Untitled-1.jpg" 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/24580047-116652985134016824?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116652985134016824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116652985134016824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116652985134016824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116652985134016824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Emmeline [frOgGy]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/04/65/2645640/845623610s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116645057636073109</id><published>2006-12-18T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:13:50.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>菊花台..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/687357/GoldenArmor-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/378301/GoldenArmor-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Yes i know.. he don't really have the warrior look, but what the heck.. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUnHJhmVR2I" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeap, another one of Jay's post.. Recently he is co-starred a chinese movie with the veteran star Chow Yun Fatt and Gong Li, The City of Golden Armour (a.k.a. The curse of The Golden Flower..) Anyway, remember the previous post i did on his latest album? One of the song became the soundtrack of this movie, Chrysanthemum Bed (菊花台).. A slow and nice song.. and here are the lyrics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;菊花台 (&lt;/span&gt;Ju hua tai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Composer: Jay Chou (周杰倫) (周杰伦) Lyricist: Vincent Fang (方文山) (方文山)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;你 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; 的 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; 淚 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lei&lt;/span&gt; 光 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;guang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;柔 rou 弱 ruo 中 zhong 帶 dai 傷 shang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;慘 can 白 bai 的 de 月 yue 彎 wan 彎 wan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;勾 gou 住 zhu 過 guo 往 wang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;夜 ye 太 tai 漫 man 長 chang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;凝 ning 結 jie 成 cheng 了 le 霜 shuang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;是 shi 誰 shui 在 zai 閣 ge 樓 lou 上 shang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;冰 bing 冷 leng 的 de 絕 jue 望 wang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;雨 yu 輕 qing 輕 qing 彈 dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;朱 zhu 紅 hong 色 se 的 de 窗 chuang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;我 wo 一 yi 生 sheng 在 zai 紙 zhi 上 shang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;被 bei 風 feng 吹 chui 亂 luan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;夢 meng 在 zai 遠 yuan 方 fang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;化 hua 成 cheng 一 yi 縷 lü 香 xiang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;隨 sui 風 feng 飄 piao 散 san &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;你 ni 的 de 模 mo 樣 yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;菊 ju 花 hua 殘 can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;滿 man 地 di 傷 shang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;你 ni 的 de 笑 xiao 容 rong 已 yi 泛 fan 黃 huang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;花 hua 落 luo 人 ren 斷 duan 腸 chang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;我 wo 心 xin 事 shi 靜 jing 靜 jing 淌 tang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;北 bei 風 feng 亂 luan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;夜 ye 未 wei 央 yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;你 ni 的 de 影 ying 子 zi 剪 jian 不 bu 斷 duan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;徒 tu 留 liu 我 wo 孤 gu 單 dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;在 zai 湖 hu 面 mian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;成 cheng 雙 shuang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(2nd Verse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;花 hua 已 yi 向 xiang 晚 wan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;飄 piao 落 luo 了 le 燦 can 爛 lan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;凋 diao 謝 xie 的 de 世 shi 道 dao 上 shang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;命 ming 運 yun 不 bu 堪 kan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;愁 chou 莫 mo 渡 du 江 jiang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;秋 qiu 心 xin 拆 chai 兩 liang 半 ban &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;怕 pa 你 ni 上 shang 不 bu 了 liao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;岸 an 一 yi 輩 bei 子 zi 搖 yao 晃 huang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;誰 shui 的 de 江 jiang 山 shan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;馬 ma 蹄 ti 聲 sheng 狂 kuang 亂 luan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;我 wo 一 yi 身 shen 的 de 戎 rong 裝 zhuang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;呼 hu 嘯 xiao 滄 cang 桑 sang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;天 tian 微 wei 微 wei 亮 liang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;你 ni 輕 qing 聲 sheng 的 de 歎 tan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;一 yi 夜 ye 惆 chou 悵 chang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;如 ru 此 ci 委 wei 婉 wan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;菊 ju 花 hua 殘 can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;滿 man 地 di 傷 shang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;你 ni 的 de 笑 xiao 容 rong 已 yi 泛 fan 黃 huang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;花 hua 落 luo 人 ren 斷 duan 腸 chang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;我 wo 心 xin 事 shi 靜 jing 靜 jing 淌 tang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;北 bei 風 feng 亂 luan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;夜 ye 未 wei 央 yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;你 ni 的 de 影 ying 子 zi 剪 jian 不 bu 斷 duan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;徒 tu 留 liu 我 wo 孤 gu 單 dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;在 zai 湖 hu 面 mian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;成 cheng 雙 shuang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, this is a good help to bananas who likes this song.. the song lyrics is from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaychoustudio.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.jaychoustudio.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116645057636073109?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116645057636073109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116645057636073109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116645057636073109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116645057636073109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='菊花台..'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116628078638384549</id><published>2006-12-16T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:05:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4 Best Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The stories begin.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5190/3234/320/195772/Us.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once upon a time in Curtin.... (*aiyak tis is not Disney story*). Okok so the stories starts like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How WE met? Wow! incredible, come to think of it, WE are actually from different courses. REalyy!! Is like 1 from Marketing &amp; Finance, 1 from Accounting &amp;amp;amp;amp; Finance, 1 from Finace &amp; Management and 1 from Marketing &amp;amp; Management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite of the different courses, one funny thing among us is that there are 3 kch kia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and only 1 miri kia (which is also not entirely a miri 'lang') hahaha... How wierd can this group be. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess we have to thank one guy. His name is Alvin (a mirian) who somehow helped in creating this group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What WE do??? Basically, loitering around town spending almost entire time don't know what to do. Asking questions like ' ai ki ta lok?' , 'go where eat?' (tis is the famous one and most frequent use) etc. hahaha... Other things are like, watching movies, having our 3 meals 2gether, sleepovers, goes to computer lab to do assignments. Talking about assignments I must take oppotunity here to actually thank my 2 most faithful and loyal friends (Violet n Mark) . They always "teman" me and Ming Hui for our 'aSSingments' time. For eg: our Market REsearch which we spent the night in the lab and both our friends "temaned" us, supporting us all the way through. Thanks! Tough times eh guyz.... ?? Wow!! Same goes to Strategic marketing (i think) and part of the Business Policy (again i think) hahaha.. can't really remember. :p Aiyah.... story stil long long way... need to have another episode. (mayb the trilogy episode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The memories that WE have created is so much so that i will cherish it forever. Now that everyone has graduated i juz want to say CONGRATULATIONS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the Best to our future. Go! Go! Go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep in touch. Friends AlwayZ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116628078638384549?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116628078638384549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116628078638384549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116628078638384549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116628078638384549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/12/4-best-friends.html' title='The &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; Best Friends!'/><author><name>Emmeline [frOgGy]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/04/65/2645640/845623610s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116619116878199011</id><published>2006-12-15T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:43:24.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconstruction in progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/558325/aiga_litter_disposal1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/566273/aiga_litter_disposal1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guys and girls, people of all ages.. as you can see, the site is experiencing a minor overhaul (actually not so serious).. as the moderator of this blog finds it quite plain so he decided to add in some colour.. and hope to change the design a bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, the progress can be seen from time to time but not to worry, we will try our very best to make it look good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;signing out.. ah minghui..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116619116878199011?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116619116878199011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116619116878199011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116619116878199011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116619116878199011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/12/reconstruction-in-progress.html' title='Reconstruction in progress'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116599561664211298</id><published>2006-12-13T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:40:16.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing phase in life..</title><content type='html'>I guess this site slowly become a ranting ground not for &lt;i&gt;students&lt;/i&gt;, but &lt;i&gt;working people&lt;/i&gt;.. Lene and Violet is on the verge of graduating.. Mark and I have already did.. so as our lives move on to the next phase, so will this site.. hmm.. what will the new layout look like i ask myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. what i wanna say here is... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONGRATS!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all who did well for the finals.. and all the best in all your future undertakings.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116599561664211298?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116599561664211298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116599561664211298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116599561664211298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116599561664211298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/12/changing-phase-in-life.html' title='Changing phase in &lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt;..'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116549905785790393</id><published>2006-12-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:52:37.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ixora Team Spirit!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Team Ixora&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tell you honestly, i tot this group was like 'tak chek' group man. Gosh! when i saw them i was like, WHAT! another quiet group. Hai~~~~&lt;br /&gt;(I was the sadess person on earth at that time) *no offence me groupy* hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOwever, this turn 360 i tell u. It was the most AMAZING group i have came across. Superb indeed i must say. Oh! i like the team spirit and the teamwork they showed especially during the asid river game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5190/3234/320/218030/DSC02776.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody was working hard as u can SEE. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5190/3234/320/24710/DSC02769.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not wrong, me think we are brainstorming on what to do next :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am kinda short of pictures, most of the pictures are not with me. So i guess that's it for the Ixora team. Will miss this group very much, and i will always cherish the moment we had. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt; All the best to you all me groupies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116549905785790393?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116549905785790393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116549905785790393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116549905785790393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116549905785790393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/12/ixora-team-spirit.html' title='&lt;b&gt;Ixora Team Spirit!!!&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Emmeline [frOgGy]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/04/65/2645640/845623610s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116547931744294942</id><published>2006-12-07T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:34:11.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RYLA Camp!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hi!!&lt;br /&gt;Me is back to civilization. Went to RYLA camp. Stayed in the Iban long house was juz a great experience. 'O.M.G' was fantastic. I have never been to such a wonderful camp.(Me think is bcoz Me always go for diciplinary camps) hahahaha... cool. First of all, Me would like to introduce Me most outgoing group IXORA (picture below) Oh! did u see the ONLY guy there... Did U?? That is our TEAM leader. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5190/3234/200/382081/img_0151%20copy.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ixora Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5190/3234/320/48450/DSC04883.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'IXORA'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;group&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apart from having juz 'a' group we had a sub-group which is called 'The Gang' cosist of me (missing in the pic), violet, angeline and the 'Boar' family. Below is the picture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5190/3234/320/340382/DSC04839.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5190/3234/320/139771/DSC04780.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;this is the Iban longhouse we stayed in&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5190/3234/320/893470/DSC04781.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice view with the Melanau Tall house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/x/blogger/5190/3234/320/703236/DSC04918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the certificate time :p &amp;amp; also bye bye time :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above are juz some of the pictures in camp. Sweet memories as well as erm... how should i put it.... erm... "INTERESTING" stories??? (eg: the 'STUCK' liaw story, 'RIP' story, 'Ku Cik' story, the great LEADERSHIP story,etc. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaa.. i guess some of those attended the camp would understand what i meant. Muahahaha... *EVIL* hahaha....*EVIL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I miss everybody so so so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everyone is more than welcome to give comments. Especially those who attended the camp. hahaha... Adios for now.&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/24580047-116547931744294942?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116547931744294942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116547931744294942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116547931744294942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116547931744294942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/12/ryla-camp.html' title='RYLA Camp!!'/><author><name>Emmeline [frOgGy]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/04/65/2645640/845623610s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116539422537913266</id><published>2006-12-06T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:31:14.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a tea break in Fortuna Cafe</title><content type='html'>People always say, the best brands are always the household brands.. Chinese people always call it &lt;i&gt;Lau Zhao Pai&lt;/i&gt; meaning 'old sign board'.. literally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what i am about to share with everyone is going to make you drool.. so here's the warning.. excessive drooling may occur to viewers, so if it is approaching brunch hour or tea time, please view other posts in &lt;i&gt;therubbishbin.blogspot.com&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is Fortuna Cafe, located in the old streets of Miri, near the &lt;i&gt;Sin Liang Supermarket&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuna Cafe boasts to have one of the best &lt;i&gt;Roti Kahwin&lt;/i&gt; in town.. and before i move in straight to the bread, let me show you how the place roughly looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/700672/DSC03646%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/898917/DSC03646%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Husband and wife fixing their specialty behind the workspace.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I often patronize the Cafe with my dad and several colleagues, usually during tea hours to get a chill after tedious day at work.. we would just have a sit at any corner, and order the usual delicacies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/568380/DSC03647%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/345575/DSC03647%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First comes the &lt;i&gt;Kahwin 'C'&lt;/i&gt;.. Kahwin means marry, or just to simply put it, mixing.. This cup contains green beans, barley, sago and milk for the 'C'.. It tastes so good that sometimes you just can't help it to get another serving..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/266445/DSC03648%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/27177/DSC03648%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A close up look at the contents of the &lt;i&gt;Kahwin 'C'&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up, the specialty of the shop.. The &lt;i&gt;Roti Kahwin&lt;/i&gt;.. Again, kahwin is used, but actually it just means having a pair being put together, in which in this case are the breads.. Two pieces of bread put together with butter and coconut jam, often known as 'Kaya' is spread in between...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/211057/DSC03649%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/58828/DSC03649%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, a close up at the bread.. you can see the melting butter ooozing out... *drools..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/275482/DSC03650%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/87534/DSC03650%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And taking a bite, which sends you to a temporary 'seventh-heaven' state.. in human language.. 'orgasmic'.. *do not mistake me for reaching orgasm so easily over few pieces of bread... i am just using that word to describe roughly how my feelings was then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/722807/DSC03651%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/181032/DSC03651%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then comes something you would usually have for breakfast, which i had for tea that time.. Boiled eggs... welol timed and nicely flavoured.. *actually, flavouring was done by myself.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/106783/DSC03652%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/618089/DSC03652%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmmm....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/844885/DSC03653%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/6643/DSC03653%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heck, being a slow paced community, Mirians tend to start drinking beer around 4 pm.. so around tea time you can start seeing some kicking off with a few bottle of Heiniken or Tiger beers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/420752/DSC03654%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/214809/DSC03654%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, enough for this post.. the boss is looking at me with a suspicious look.. so i'd better stop snapping photos and start finishing my chow on the table...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116539422537913266?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116539422537913266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116539422537913266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116539422537913266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116539422537913266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-tea-break-in-fortuna-cafe.html' title='Have a tea break in &lt;i&gt;Fortuna Cafe&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116504365137337462</id><published>2006-12-02T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T09:52:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The happenings.. in the month of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Short Talk: How unlucky can one get? Having experienced several things in one day may be quite a thing to handle for some.. Monday, 13th Nov 2006 may be the darkest day of the year for me and my colleagues.. break-in, accident, death and another accident.. *sighs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots had been happening last month, which includes a break-in into my office, good friends departing and some cool dudes returning for the summer holidays, getting my first try on an AFRO.. here is a review for the volatile month of November..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Break-in of the office..&lt;br /&gt;Dude, after waking up early one Monday morning what would you expect? Of course a good cup of coffee to kick start your day, nice smile from the counter ladies from my office front desk etc. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the office counter lady standing outside looking at the sliding windows.. Curious as always, i came down my car to &lt;i&gt;pak kuah&lt;/i&gt; a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i see it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy-chau-l*-k*a!! they broke into my office and stole my lap-top and projector! the lost is estimated RM8k, and to make things worse, only MY stuffs are gone.. nothing else is lost.. damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/648822/IMG141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/484345/IMG141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where my laptop once was.. Being a genius, those petty thieves took the laptop without the power cable and battery.. *sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/867064/IMG142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/34807/IMG142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A broken-into office table.. it seems that they found out that nothing valuable is in the drawers, so they opened one, and decided to leave the rest alone.. smart... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/594169/IMG152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/415358/IMG152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how they gained access.. small arm perhaps? But my guess was proven true from the hand print on the sliding window, which the police didn't even bother to look at.. bloody kids.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/28384/IMG153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/348042/IMG153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The room next door went through some ransacking.. but nothing was taken away..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, how did i take this? Terrible, 'cos ironically, as an insurance agency, we didn't buy theft insurance for this case.. so... out of RM8K, we claimed NONE...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) So-called farewell dinner for my homies.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The exam was over for my homies, we've decided to come together to have perhaps my last dinner with them, while they are still here in Miri..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead of the regular place at &lt;strong&gt;PONG'S&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; we decided to switch out tastebuds to move on to &lt;i&gt;Siamese Secrets&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would have to say.. the environment was really good.. eating there is really comfy, with a relaxing ambience with nice service (and the young waitress was pretty sweet too... *ahem..).. Anyway, let's emphasize on the food..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First up.. the lamb chop ordered by Violet the Mallet.. Nice.... taste nice.. and so is the decor too.. makes me drool even though the picture is taken using a 1.3 mega-pixel phone cam..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/322665/IMG164.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/997402/IMG164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmm... so nice..... :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up, the chicken chop, ordered by Leslie the Parsley (Leslie Goh).... again, nice decor and hey.. the chicken is so well grilled that it tasted so... chicken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/259695/IMG165.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/904792/IMG165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice :)~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming up, the fish and chips.. Emmeline the Vaseline, decided to hit on the fish and chips (which actually I wanted to order, but she came on first in the queue.. what the heck..).. One of the masterpieces, nice looking and tasted good as well.. the fish they used.. dory i think.. hmm.. whatever..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/983565/IMG166.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/364889/IMG166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh... i cannot stop drooling..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for myself.. the PIZZA! Hmm.. they call it the chef's pick and i find it not bad.. heavy on cheese and nicely spiced up with a thick fragrance of olive and herbs.. ah.. i can still remember the taste today... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/565370/IMG167.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/169786/IMG167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, i didnt finish it by myself k.. i passed some to the rest too.. sharing is caring... haa... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Head on with an AFRO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever felt how it was to be in a fluffy Afro? Well, let me tell you.. it is very attention-attracting..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dude Yip Huat the dunno-wat came back from Oz few days back and he had a gift for me which is pretty out of the ordinary.. The last time was a boomerang, which Ngee Huat's bro, Ngee Kai flew it into the bush and was never found.. Now is an Afro!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tell you, i can really feel that i raised a bar in fashion in Miri!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/521469/IMG172.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/94968/IMG172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I drove around with this funky hair-do around Seberkas (Pasar Malam).. The only thing i failed to do is not creating attention to such unique hair..&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i reached home, even my mom was astonished, and i decided to present her the pose of a life-time for the next Mother's Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/18685/IMG173.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/525184/IMG173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What else can i do, unless to self-shock with such good opportunity??&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/810629/IMG175.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/599798/IMG175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and my quote of my lifetime.. sharing is caring... Shared the fun with Teddie..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/956842/IMG176.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/400/963839/IMG176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/165/2550/1600/817601/IMG164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this sums up my life for month of November.. perhaps it's just not that bad after all..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to my homies, Emmeline and Violet, enjoy your holidays and all the best for your results.. :)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116504365137337462?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116504365137337462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116504365137337462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116504365137337462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116504365137337462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/12/happenings-in-month-of-november.html' title='The happenings.. in the month of &lt;i&gt;November&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116304137638947772</id><published>2006-11-09T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:03:53.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTU Feedbacks.. lol</title><content type='html'>While chatting with &lt;i&gt;Chin&lt;/i&gt;, he shared with me this super-hilarious video from You-Tube, which i believe i cannot sleep if i don't share it.. here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VmtgnEXjvvI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL... i wish i dared to do that when i was in Curtin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116304137638947772?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116304137638947772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116304137638947772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116304137638947772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116304137638947772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/11/ntu-feedbacks-lol.html' title='&lt;i&gt;NTU&lt;/i&gt; Feedbacks.. lol'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116297894776201174</id><published>2006-11-08T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T17:42:27.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Perhaps, i've discovered the positive note of working.. is that i have such free time to post the following entry... -_-b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEMO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all Employees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Effective January 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dress Code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary. If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a pay raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a pay raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a pay raise.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sick Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We will no longer accept a doctor's certificate as proof of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holiday Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturday &amp; Sunday.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compassionate Leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for dead friends, relatives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend to the arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one hour early.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toilet Use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the cubicle door will open, and your picture will be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. After your second offence, your picture will be posted on the company notice board under the "Chronic Offenders" category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sanctioned under the company's mental health policy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Lunch Break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they need to eat more so that they can look healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chubby people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a Slim-Fast.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your loyalty to our company. Remember we are an employer of choice and we are here to provide a positive employment experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;... LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116297894776201174?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116297894776201174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116297894776201174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116297894776201174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116297894776201174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/11/memo.html' title='&lt;b&gt;MEMO&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116254452124718115</id><published>2006-11-03T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:02:01.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go.. STRIP??</title><content type='html'>Being crazy enough to take this photo in public, and posting it up.. &lt;b&gt;priceless&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/21102006(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/400/21102006%28010%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks adrian for this &lt;i&gt;fantastic&lt;/i&gt; pic.. i really like the &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt;.. haha.. Also, credit to &lt;b&gt;GIODARNO&lt;/b&gt; for such unique advertorial..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116254452124718115?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116254452124718115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116254452124718115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116254452124718115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116254452124718115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/11/go-strip.html' title='Go.. &lt;i&gt;STRIP&lt;/i&gt;??'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116246821912149840</id><published>2006-11-02T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:50:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guessing game..</title><content type='html'>Well, alot of things happened today, but one thing in particular that happened made a great impact to me, which resulted in this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if I tell it out straight, it would not be fun, so I've decided to make it into a 'Guessing Game'.. and today, let's guess: 'What did I not do?'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story started off like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a fine Thursday morning, I did my usual errands.. As an insurance agent by profession (*ahem) it is my duty to go around to see people and talk about, yes you are right, insurance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with a client, together with my dad (also my boss and manager..) and decided to have a drink in Tasty Point, opposite Mega Hotel.. We sat down, I ordered chinese tea, the client kopi O (meaning coffee in black, with sugar and no milk) and my dad ordered a cup of milo. The client is a bank officer, which bank, i shall not disclose to protect his identity (cos what we did not do i quite a crime actually, and hey, we did not purposely gang up to commit it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked mainly about investments, market trends of unit trusts (I guess part of his job is selling UT..) and a bit on recruitment.. we chatted for about 45 minutes and being a busy man, my client had to move on to do his work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood up.. shook hands, exchanged name cards and moved on to our offices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is...... 'What did we not do??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a guess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: We did not pay the bills.. O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116246821912149840?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116246821912149840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116246821912149840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116246821912149840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116246821912149840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/11/guessing-game.html' title='Guessing game..'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116235887029714163</id><published>2006-11-01T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:27:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. Mempunyai keluarga yang aman damai dan tidak berperang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Kids, don't try this at school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Random posting.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/funny1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/400/funny1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/funny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/400/funny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/funny3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/400/funny3.jpg" 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/24580047-116235887029714163?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116235887029714163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116235887029714163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116235887029714163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116235887029714163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/10/mempunyai-keluarga-yang-aman-damai-dan.html' title='.. Mempunyai keluarga yang aman damai dan tidak berperang..'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-116179390689464932</id><published>2006-10-25T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:31:46.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>就快毕业了。该高兴或烦恼呢？</title><content type='html'>哎哟！就快毕业了,如何打算呢？经济不好，寻找工也很难。做工？读书？&lt;br /&gt;哪一个呢？咳~~还是别烦这个问题吧！测验就快到了,有点紧张! :) 希望测验过得顺顺利利。&lt;br /&gt;就到止。我大概有五六年没用中文写了,忽然想用中文发挥。希望我没写错字。哈..哈..哈...  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-116179390689464932?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/116179390689464932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=116179390689464932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116179390689464932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/116179390689464932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='就快毕业了。该高兴或烦恼呢？'/><author><name>Emmeline [frOgGy]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/04/65/2645640/845623610s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115997098545401394</id><published>2006-10-04T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:09:45.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet, still in fantasy.. Jay Chou..</title><content type='html'>While fiddling with my laptop in my office alone, i popped open my Media Player and turned on one of the latest tunes i got my hands onto.. Jay Chou's latest album, Still Fantasy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/13597820_2006090410425184498800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/400/13597820_2006090410425184498800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; After 5 years.. and still, you are fantasizing?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i am not really an 'up-to-trend' music listener, so i guess this is the latest song that i am having now,well, at least the newest among my cd collections.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual, most who have listened to his songs may think that this album may not be any different from his past albums (proven track record, as in his past albums).. Yes, true, hos past albums are none any different and all this while you have been buying the same album from Jay, only with edited lyrics..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But for this one, make sure you get hold of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/400/jay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tinkering; what about some Shanghai-Broadway flavour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This new album of his brings in a new flavour of tunes, mostly from the broadway-Shanghainese era, where ang-mohs like to visit clubs with hot Shanghainese chicks who sings on stage for a living then.. When i listened to the songs, even i felt like i was there myself..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This album consists of 10 songs, like what i've mentioned, 50-60% sounds like the Shanghai-Broadway tune, the rest may be a mixture of soft, or even some of his infamous fast rap songs.. here are the list of them..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;01. 夜的第七章 - Twilight's Chapter Seven (Ye De Di Qi Zhang)&lt;br /&gt;02. 聽媽媽的話 - Listen to Mama's Words (Ting Ma Ma De Hua)&lt;br /&gt;03. 千里之外 - Faraway (Qian Li Zhi Wai)&lt;br /&gt;04. 本草綱目 - A Herbalist's Manual (Ben Cao Gang Mu)&lt;br /&gt;05. 退後 - Retreat (Tui Hou)&lt;br /&gt;06. 紅模仿 - Red Imitation (Hong Mo Fang)&lt;br /&gt;07. 心雨 - Heart's Rain (Xin Yu)&lt;br /&gt;08. 白色風車 - White Windmill (Bai Se Feng Che)&lt;br /&gt;09. 迷迭香 - Rosemary (Mi Die Xiang)&lt;br /&gt;10. 菊花台 - Chrysanthemum Flower Bed (Ju Hua Tai) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The translation is not done by me so don't blame it on me if there is any silly mistakes there.. The CD set came with one audio disc and a multimedia DVD, where his MVs for the first and third song is included (plus the making of the first MV). Not really a bad deal, as it costed me RM 50 (plus a poster.. *ahem..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, since i just got hands on the songs, i would not be doing any recommendations as frankly speaking, i have not really suited myself with the songs yet. Anyway, my personal favourite would be the ones in odd numbers, so yeah, have a go at this album... i think its ok..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115997098545401394?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115997098545401394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115997098545401394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115997098545401394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115997098545401394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/10/yet-still-in-fantasy-jay-chou.html' title='Yet, &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;i&gt;fantasy&lt;/i&gt;.. Jay Chou..'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115994389533547646</id><published>2006-10-04T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:38:15.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Well, all my bretherens are currently busy with their stuffs, except for one... *ahem.. so this explains why no words are splurted in this blog for almost a century..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i happen to stumble upon a colleague.. we had lunch together and we happen to talk about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, alot of people have been talking about hope this and that.. but actually, do you know how to explain hope in proper english?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just look at those people lining up in TOTO shops, holding their tickets... THAT'S HOPE.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115994389533547646?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115994389533547646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115994389533547646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115994389533547646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115994389533547646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings..'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115509413403074165</id><published>2006-08-09T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T13:45:37.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourism Malaysia (episode 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Side talk: This post happened to be incidents happening in the last week.. sorry for the heavy delay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was summoned to go to Batu Niah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/journey1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/journey1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Beautiful weather throughout the journey.. Mist of the morning air..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/journey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/journey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Annoying pick-up who refused to let us pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/journey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/journey3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The amazing watermark of the scenary: The Niah Caves..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Batu Niah, famously known for the caves has been one of the most popular angmoh hangout, especially those with backpacks.. Thoso without the backpacks would prefer to stay in &lt;em&gt;Hiltons&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Marriots&lt;/em&gt;, so less likely you’d find them here as the best they offer is the &lt;em&gt;Niah Cave Hotel&lt;/em&gt; in town..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/hotel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/hotel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Budget lodging: A two storey shop house with only the top floor of accomodation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, it is supposed to take us an hour drive (actually its my colleague who is driving, I’m just there to accompany him for some business reasons), but due to the fact that those 5 tonnes and above vehicles maneuvering and sharing the same so-called high way, it took us additional half an hour to reach.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The client happened to be some sign craft maker, so I took a pleasure of taking a photo of a signboard which is not put out yet.. Hah, who knows some VIP is going to officiate this piece &lt;strike&gt; of shit &lt;/strike&gt; of sign board and I got the pic much earlier than other reporters do..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/sign1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/sign1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not this and that.. i miss my school days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the town is not really developed and people here live a simple and laid back life.. Life’s pace is slow, and if you compare it with a scale, Miri’s would be 70 km/hr while Kuala Lumpur’s would be 120 km/hr so, Niah’s would definitely be 25 km/hr..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/town1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/town1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Even the vehicles move as fast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/town2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/town2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The wet market.. not even 50% wet..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/town3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/town3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Busy street.. or is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Moving around doing my businesses around town gave me some opportunity to snap up some of Niah’s beautiful scenes..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/nature1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/nature1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Teh-C' supply for the next 5 decades..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had to stop by and wait for something to come up, so we had a simple breakfast in a coffee shop and to my surprise, though people here may live a simple life and some may assume that they are not as wealthy, I would think otherwise.. Can you imagine durian for breakfast? That’s one costly breakfast, even my noodle costs RM 2.30.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/durianfeast.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/durianfeast.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Wah, auntie, so geng ah? Durian for breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It happened to be the middle of the seventh month of the Chinese lunar calendar, no wonder most of the town’s activities were slowed down.. (so I guess it should be 35 km/hr if it wasn’t 7/15?) Thus, I made a visit to the nearest Chinese temple.. Loads of Chinese people are there.. as what I heard, they are having their vegetarian meal.. I would definitely like to pop in for a free meal but due to time constraint I had to excuse myself and say a premature good bye to Niah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/temple1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/temple1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Even the temple is busier than the streets, this explains why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/temple2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/temple2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Wanted to trespass to get a free meal but hey, with the two lions guarding, i would be their meal instead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way back to Miri, we spotted some treasure.. Guess what’s the season now? Not the mooncake or whatever ghost month.. IT’S DURIAN SEASON.. Now it made sense, no wonder that ‘wealthy’ lady was feasting on a durian as early as 9 am.. So we popped up 5, 2 for me and 3 for my colleague and headed on back..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/treasure1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/treasure1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And who said that I wanted to go home empty handed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In conclusion, on behalf of the tourism board I would give this trip a &lt;strong&gt;6/10&lt;/strong&gt;, as we hit the right season at the right time, but sad enough, due to the fact that we did not really roll into the caves/park/any recreational sites (hey, we were working..) itself, the fun factor really soared as there is really nothing much to do in the town other than just buying 4d..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/back1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/back1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dropping by at the beach on the way: monsoon season with high tide?&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/24580047-115509413403074165?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115509413403074165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115509413403074165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115509413403074165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115509413403074165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/08/tourism-malaysia-episode-2.html' title='Tourism Malaysia (episode 2)'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115468270075485910</id><published>2006-08-04T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T13:33:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourism Malaysia.. (Episode 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, I had to go to the court..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/court1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/court1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Uncle Foong in trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/court2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey! watch out uncle in the lorry.. i'm a criminal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/court3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/court3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Judgement day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No, its not that I’ve done anything wrong (no rapes, no murders, no robbery..) nor am I a lawyer by profession &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just had to go there to get a document signed..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I’m here, I thought that I might as well give you guys a cover about this place, in case anyone of you happen to drop by for a visit.. Anyway, Malaysia’s tourism year is just round the corner..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start with its architecture..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its simple exterior would generally leave its visitors no second thoughts that this would be the place that baddies would wanna stay away from. Also, during certain peak hours I’ve heard, it’s really packed, as all the ‘keh poh’ uncles and aunties wanna see if they can be part of the headlines’ background pics..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon as I stepped in, the cold air-con freeze hit my face, which gave me a good feeling at first then later on froze my ass of when I stayed longer inside. Perhaps it is due to the lack of organisms in the building that caused the air to be so breezy. On second thoughts, I guess it’s the air-con.. Anyway, the smell inside was like the smell of the fizzy root-beer drink, which is a joy to smell if you are a soda addict..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior is as basic as how all courtroom looks like, though I should say that accessibility is quite poor, especially if there is a limp around.. Hey, crooks can be ‘pai ka’ one okay., Where are the lifts and escalators?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/court5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/court5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Watch your steps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As I was there, a session was going on there.. I didn’t managed to get a snapshot of how it may be inside and I seriously feel that it is really rude to just budge in and stake a snap and come out.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/court6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/court6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's happening in there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The signage was clearly indicated, but I’ll have to say, some are disappointing.. like one I was really attracted to, a sign of "toilet" with the arrow pointing right (-&gt;) while having a door at the same direction which is in fact NOT a toilet but the courtroom which I did not want to budge in earlier..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/court7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/court7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, i know where the surau and the majistreet court is, but where is the loo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So overall I would say on behalf the Malaysian Tourism board that this courthouse rates 4 out of 10.. Thus, it is recommended that you think twice before visiting here unless you really don’t have the choice..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/court8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/court8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come at your own risk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By the way, I bought two of the most expensive stamps in my whole entire life yesterday.. it farkin cost me RM 10 each and RM 20 for two!! And all this while I thought stamps only cost 20 cents...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/stamp10.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/stamp10.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMFG! i will NOT let my kids have a hobby of collecting stamps next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115468270075485910?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115468270075485910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115468270075485910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115468270075485910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115468270075485910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/08/tourism-malaysia-episode-1.html' title='Tourism Malaysia.. (Episode 1)'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115452126284880117</id><published>2006-08-02T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:31:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 'un'inspiring day..</title><content type='html'>Last night, i slept at 2 am.. no wonder i am having hallucinations in the office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lifted my arms, yawned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i looked up, i saw my hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should say, they are indeed beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/hand.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/hand.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Wanna Slap?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this lovely pair of gifts for almost 23 years now (by the way.. i'm 22).. No doubts they have given me all the joy and pain in all these years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played all sorts of games with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/spinning.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/spinning.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spinnit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had accidents with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/middlescar.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/middlescar.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouch: And i thought McGuyver was a genius..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course.. i've had wonderful moments with it.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, As all creations of God has its own functions, what do these protruding individuals, a.k.a. fingers really do? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So let me tell you.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thumbs, our most useful member, is used to make thumb prints.. (chinese: 拇指打印... Well, in CSI, it often betrays the master..) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good ah?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The index finger, is famous for, in chinese saying, poke people's back.. (chinese: 捅您的背后.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/index.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This way! *poke*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The middle finger, if absolutely IMPORTANT for expressing ourselves, as it helps us 'ask your mother's well-being' (chinese: 问后您的老母.. ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/middle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/middle.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How's auntie doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our fourth finger, they call it the 'sweet' finger in Malay, is often used for putting on our wedding ring.. how sweet.. (chinese: 佩带婚戒.. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Symbol of tie: Beginning of torture, end of single life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, last but not least our most important Mr. Little finger, is utmost important for its function of cleaning our nose (chinese: 掘鼻子.. nose miner..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/little.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/little.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even the best gold miners have to give way to this little guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as these 'un'inspiring thoughts filled my day, i hope that this will help cheer your day instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;All these are inspired from my idol, Mr. Stephen Chow, in one of his very lame 90's cantonese movie.. Thanks Stephen, you really coloured up my life..&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/24580047-115452126284880117?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115452126284880117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115452126284880117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115452126284880117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115452126284880117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-uninspiring-day.html' title='Another &apos;un&apos;inspiring day..'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115450625544296737</id><published>2006-08-02T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:10:55.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robosapien V2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/3234/1600/robosapien%20v2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/3234/320/robosapien%20v2b.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the latest hightech toy in the market. It is called the&lt;strong&gt; Robosapien V2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has &lt;strong&gt;colour vision&lt;/strong&gt; that helps recognizes object colours and even skin tones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With the help of the new &lt;strong&gt;infrared vision&lt;/strong&gt; V2 is able to detect and avoid obstacles, plus follow a laser targeting path set by the controller.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It also comes with a &lt;strong&gt;fluid biomechanics&lt;/strong&gt;. It has 14 motors that allows the V2 to sit, stand, bend, lie down, dance, perform martial arts and many more other incredible movements.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has&lt;strong&gt; articulated hands&lt;/strong&gt;. A precision gripping that allows the V2 to grab and lift objects. Eg: a cola can. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gauntlet n foot sensors&lt;/strong&gt;. These are touch-sensitive sensors around his hands and feet which enables the V2 to explore the environment much more effectively. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new V2 comes with a &lt;strong&gt;realistic joint movement&lt;/strong&gt;. This enables true bipedal movement with multiple walking styles. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If i am not wrong the size of the V2 is around 24 inches tall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cool hah? Thinking of having it? hahaha.. the best part is, it doesn't come CHEAP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well i saw the price in the market but i can't remember the exact price. Is range between &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RM 450 - RM 550.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below are some of the pictures of Robosapien V2 n the families. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/3234/1600/robosapien.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/3234/320/robosapien.png" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not to forget, V2 comes along with a remote control. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/3234/1600/robosapien%20family.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/3234/320/robosapien%20family.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is V2's family. You have roboreptile, V2 n&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                the old version and the robopet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115450625544296737?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115450625544296737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115450625544296737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115450625544296737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115450625544296737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/08/robosapien-v2.html' title='Robosapien V2'/><author><name>Emmeline [frOgGy]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/04/65/2645640/845623610s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115400075744037352</id><published>2006-07-27T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:45:57.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKJ: Miri.. (musim 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Disclaimer: Boredom can be one very good source of creativity.. like this one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havin been engrossed to the recent forensics detective series, the CSI, i suddenly see everything happening around me as a crime scene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold; SKJ: Miri (Siasatan Kawasan Jenayah), first season..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first scene: &lt;em&gt;My office.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first find: &lt;em&gt;A suspicious 'button'..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first initial movement: &lt;em&gt;Tagged it immediately as evidence..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial hypothesis: Someone must have lost a button, i presume a trousers button, which happened due to over eating..&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/165/2550/320/siasatankawasanjenayah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Evidence: A potential murder weapon, or a victim's clue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways, all these are nonsense.. i did it cos i was really bored.. damn.. well at least this sums up my day..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115400075744037352?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115400075744037352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115400075744037352' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115400075744037352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115400075744037352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/07/skj-miri-musim-1.html' title='SKJ: Miri.. (musim 1)'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115376048464786675</id><published>2006-07-24T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:30:21.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the Land Beneath the Winds.. (Day 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Disclaimer: Before you really go on, let me tell you that this is one hell of a long post, so proceed at your own risk.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last two days since I came back from KK, not really to have a holiday but in fact to attend a meeting cum seminar organized by my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight there I can say is &lt;strike&gt;farkin&lt;/strike&gt; really early, 7:45 am, as the sun came up, we had our asses packed for airport as we need to check in an hour before the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/latplane.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/latplane.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My ride: Hey, gone thru some local-comic-artiste pimpin’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, the journey was not as intriguing as a discovery made by a colleague of mine on the plane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/wingbusted2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/wingbusted2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Find of the day: What the heck.. two lost screws?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We hit the KK land exactly at 8:45 am, around 45 minutes of hellish ride on the ‘two-missing-screw’ plane and we went straight to our crib to drop off our weights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping stuffs off, we started our new quest; quest to search for the KK infamous yue wuat (fresh fish fillet) noodles. Moving around took us an hour before we really find our treasure.. and as the reward, a ‘golden’ bowl of yue wuat fish noodles (no joking, even the noodles are made of fish meat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/yeewuat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/yeewuat.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Treasure of Yuan Li Coffee Shop: 1 hour of walking, 20 minutes of heaven..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Its not long after we finished our bowl of ‘heaven’, we found out that we are stuck in the shop as it was raining outside. No choice, we had to go back using a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we dropped off at Centre Point and shopped around there. Obviously, I was quite tight for the month so I had no choice but to do what all guys do when their wallets are dry: window shopping. As the ladies moved around grabbing what they can, me and several other guys (including my dad) just moved around with our hands kept in our pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours after exploring the Centre Point, we decided to go back, to check in to the apartment and at the same time take the opportunity hitting the sack a while as the flight was too early for some. The view from out lot was pleasant and I managed to get several shots from the balcony without falling off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/behindapart.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/behindapart.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Modern times: Structures behind the apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/apartmenttopview.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/apartmenttopview.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marina court: Forced to face the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/seaview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/seaview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nature’s beauty: Carved horizons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not long after checking in, as the youngest in the group, I decided to take a walk around the place, hopping into my short pants and equipped with my Sony DSC-M1. I moved around the area at first, the Api-Api Centre behind my apartments and managed to stop by this sport mart that Huat recommended to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/sportmart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/sportmart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; +10, you mean there is more than 10% discount?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To my disappointment, I wasn’t really impressed by the deals they gave, well, at least to say deals not good enough for me to flash my Green Bills and my credit cards (ahem..), so I made a move back to Centre Point. Now I get to move around freely without any obstacles from my colleagues (and of course my old man) so I can get to see what I really want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved on to KK Plaza, a few blocks away then to another sport shop near the Hyatt hotel. If not mistaken its Sports Centre, They have quite a deal there but again to my disappointment, there are no size for me (my feet is huge, 11 UK, sighs). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/supremacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/supremacy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Supremacy: King Rooney wears ‘em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I made a turnaround and headed to the open market where my team was. Apparently they are out from the rooms to search for lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/swordfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/swordfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The swordfish: what is with the cocoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/gonnarain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/gonnarain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tears of the sky: potential disaster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/treeintheshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/treeintheshop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tree in the shop: Latest architecture marvel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/165/2550/320/coffeeculture.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coffee Culture: Starbucks + Coffee Bean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/openmarket.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/openmarket.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Open air: Coconuts, coconuts and more coconuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Exhausted from all the walks, I made a break at the market with a coconut to quench my thirst; I joined back the rest for lunch. We wandered around and ended up at the shop next to the one that we had our breakfast. It was too late to have lunch then and too early to have dinner. The ‘Bak kut the’ stall is opening, preparing the ingredients, so we had a light snack in the wait for our main course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/siewpao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/siewpao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Seremban siew pow: All the way to Sabah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/pauzhoupo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/pauzhoupo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pau zhou poh (land lady): Stylishly on the phone with eyes half closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/picklee.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/picklee.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick Lee: Cute lady with immense shopping-stamina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We waited and waited, and finally, we had our ‘lunner’ (lunch + dinner) around 4 pm. Satisfaction is guaranteed I have to say, and sad to admit, Miri’s Bak Kut Teh just don’t cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it rained and we were stuck in the process again, similar to what happened this morning. We moved swiftly to the opposite block as the ladies want to shop around again, so we hopped into the nearby complex, Wisma Merdeka to do some rounds. While moving around, I came across this unique bookstore, selling used books and displaying a wide array of old and can I say ‘antique’ books. Also, it is loaded with Borneo books, so if you really want to know more about the Borneo I recon that you guys pay this bookstore a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/uniquebookstore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/uniquebookstore.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Borneo Books: Unique design and exotic environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My legs were about to break, and there is still no news from the ladies. Really have to respect those little legs of theirs, as they really can move like a tri-athelete when it comes to shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave up and so did the other few (yes, you guessed it, we guys all gave up), we decided to go home and had to pull them off their shopping shoes by force and headed back. While on the way down the escalator, I met a familiar face.. Teck Hieng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/familiarface.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/familiarface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/familiarface.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Familiar face: what are you doing in the poster?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the way back, one of us suddenly had the craving for KFC, so I managed to take a snapshot of this majestic KFC building to lure her..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/majestickfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/majestickfc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hmm.. Finger lickin’ good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We stopped by Centre Point (again, 3rd time for me) to get some supplies, toothpaste and some mineral water and I bumped into this interesting signboard..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/DSC02171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/DSC02171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Bread story: a bedtime story about breads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now my legs are really falling apart, I have been walking like for 5 to 6 hours straight and I was practically dragging my feet to the very last kilometers to my apartment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/cocknbull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/cocknbull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cock and bull: very disturbing name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/paidtax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/paidtax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Reminder from the government: Pay your taxes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So it was until around 9 pm before our tummies start calling again (man, our metabolisms are really out of control). We went out again to grab a bite to eat. Trip to KK is never complete without a feast of seafood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shuang Tian: Paradise for seafood hunters, hell for sea creatures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/postmeal2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/postmeal2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Post meal: sorry, not quick enough to get a pic of the food. Things happened too quickly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/satisfiedcustomer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/satisfiedcustomer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One really really satisfied customer: so happy that she lost control of her emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later we moved around to the nearby ‘Pasar-malam’ to maybe get some souvenirs for my beloved firnds back in Miri. But sadly, nothing much seemed to catch my attention so.. sorry mates..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/sabahcheecheongkai2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/sabahcheecheongkai2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sabah Chee Chiong Kai’s: Just another place to get cheap stuffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/sabahcheecheongkai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/sabahcheecheongkai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nike? Adidas? Semua ada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/sabahcheecheongkai3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/sabahcheecheongkai3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Casting a shadow over original shops: who needs originals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our apartment was our final destination, and heck, I’m dead tired..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115376048464786675?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115376048464786675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115376048464786675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115376048464786675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115376048464786675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/07/journey-to-land-beneath-winds-day-1.html' title='Journey to the Land Beneath the Winds.. (Day 1)'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115288775158255144</id><published>2006-07-14T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:39:40.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Rocks anyOne??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/3234/1600/DSCF2431edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/3234/1600/Johnnie_Walker%20logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/3234/320/Johnnie_Walker%20logo.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;centre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Johnnie Walker Swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOhnnie Walker is very well distinguished among the scotch whicky producers. Is a world famous brand and is produced in Kilmarnock, Scotland by a company name Diageo PLC. That is the logo above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite other brands such as the Johnnie Walker black label, green label, red label or the blue label there is this which name Johnnie Walker SWing. Apart from the Johnnie Walker Blue Label, Johnnie Walker Swing absolutely a whisky to have.  &lt;strong&gt;Below is the picture of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely nice to drink as it is an extremely smooth premium whisky. Swing was created in the early 2oth century by the world famous whisky blender and connoisseur - Sir Alexander Walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5190/3234/320/DSCF2431edited.0.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;                                                                                                                           &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Johnnie Walker Swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can see from the picture above, the bottle actually has an irregular bottome which allows the bottle to rock back and forth. Is unique isn't it? I guess they made it according to the name which was given o vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For first time drinker it may taste awful but when u really know how to drink it, is like ..... wah! i dono how to explain. hahaha... If i am not wrong is really hard to get this and is very expensive. So guys if u get a chance to drink this don't miss out the good opportunity. hahaha...:p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115288775158255144?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115288775158255144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115288775158255144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115288775158255144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115288775158255144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-rocks-anyone.html' title='&lt;u&gt;On the Rocks anyOne??&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Emmeline [frOgGy]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/04/65/2645640/845623610s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115287335791874285</id><published>2006-07-14T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:35:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uNLuckY DaY ;(</title><content type='html'>It all start with one fine day which nothing happen till 5pm... When someone rang the door bell and saying that he wanna buy books for his sister which is primary 4. The moment open the door, my heart was pumping very fast and I was really shaking.. I got a feeling that things aren't right.. but he still came in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i show him the cds/books, he went to sit near the table which i place my phone but no one realize he actually already took my phone. I heard my keychain bell and i thought my aunty help me keep my phone .. but then... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he was gone about few seconds, when i wanna msg my friend, i jus realize that my phone was gone. So I rang digi customer centre but it was like going thru hell ma.. When u called the helpline, the operator say this n tat and like u have to wait more that 5 mins before u can get to talk to the digi centre people... sigh...Digi should cut down all the unnessary promotion thing when we call up digi helpline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a day like this we never expect it to happen but just be careful with people around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115287335791874285?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115287335791874285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115287335791874285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115287335791874285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115287335791874285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/07/unlucky-day.html' title='uNLuckY DaY ;('/><author><name>v-LeT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115167865353045452</id><published>2006-06-30T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:46:35.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The premature finals: Germany VS Argentina..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/gervsarg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/400/gervsarg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Germans have Ballack, Argentines have Riquelme.. Ultimate faceoff only at Astro..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will win? we still don't know.. But it is certain that it would be disappointing for either one of the sides to be out from the tournament at this stage.. Germany has the attacking flair and Argentina also has the offensive powerhouses.. Which side will prevail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer will be out after the next 90 mins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115167865353045452?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115167865353045452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115167865353045452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115167865353045452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115167865353045452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/06/premature-finals-germany-vs-argentina.html' title='The premature finals: Germany VS Argentina..'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115159027431174001</id><published>2006-06-29T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:11:14.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanNa watcH the GANAS Movie???</title><content type='html'>The movie from the site has been deleted unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is one more access.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yH9yabvRKnA&amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eadamkuek%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is really a GANAS movie. The gals are really EVIL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115159027431174001?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115159027431174001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115159027431174001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115159027431174001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115159027431174001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/06/wanna-watch-ganas-movie.html' title='wanNa watcH the GANAS Movie???'/><author><name>Emmeline [frOgGy]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/04/65/2645640/845623610s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115158774694803636</id><published>2006-06-29T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:27:07.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beckham: Defying the law of physics?</title><content type='html'>It's already 85 minutes in the game, Madrid needs a goal to grab 3 points in the crucial run for the championship.. and this is what happened.. (not actually..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/freekick.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/freekick.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can say, no one is a stranger to this scene. Bending approximately 45 degrees from the ground, having his left arm to support the balance and a full swing of his right foot, sending the ball into air, curling between the heads and towards the goal.. Yes, he's Beckham..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/1600/latestmatches1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/320/latestmatches1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sight was once again displayed in the recent World Cup match, as Becks scored the winning goal to bring his country to the last 8, the quarter finals.. without error, the ball flew majestically, like any ball swung by him during his training and enters the top left region of the goal.. The keeper was completely outclassed and covered his face in shame as England cruised on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite his free-kick and dead ball situation prowess, this is only his third free-kick goal in any World Cup tournament he played.. This means that he just joined the ranks of Pele, Klinsmann and several other legends to score from a dead ball situation, also being the first Englishman to do so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course other than him, there are several other Englishmen who obviously can score more goals than him, like the infamous Gary Lineker with 10 goals of total from the World Cup tournaments he played, Geoff Hurst and Michael Owen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the question is; How does he do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Bending' the ball, to get a curved trajectory requires the kicker to spin it; the flight of a spinning ball creates an imbalanced airflow across the surface of the ball, causing the bending of the ball's path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/2550/400/footsequence11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Follow the instruction closely, and you &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; kick like Beckham..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, by spinning the ball with your insole, you will get the ball spinning and the stronger the spin, the greater the curve, as the direction of the spin would give an impabance of pressure on the ball when travelling against the airflow..&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/165/2550/400/kickingsequence11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bending your body like Beckham.. can you do it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The position of the body is also vital to give the right angle for the right swing. Bending his body and leaning in a very very uncompromising position gives Beckham the ability to give the kick an original look, where not many people can imitate. Think about it.. if you try it, i think you will just humiliate yourself by falling down flat on the ground.. Also, rumours say Beckham has backaches and mainly it is due to the way he kicks.. ouch.. no i don't wanna hurt my butt there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not to say that i have not tried the pose before, but seriously, it is not easy. However when you get the touch and the groove, the results can be rewarding.. why? People will call you 'Hey, Beckham!' Well, just make sure you don't miss a penalty like he did.. that would be so soo embarassing.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115158774694803636?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115158774694803636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115158774694803636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115158774694803636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115158774694803636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/06/beckham-defying-law-of-phy_115158774694803636.html' title='Beckham: Defying the law of physics?'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115152062873872719</id><published>2006-06-29T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T03:11:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student's pride.. where are they now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise.. this post is about an 'action packed' incident which happened recently.. at the place i am currently, shame to say, living in..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being exposed to the recent hype on school bully, it seemed that students around Sarawak also picked up such trend.. Note that recently, a video was actively distributed all over the net and somehow it made way to me courtesy of one of my ex-secondary school classmate (thanks ling...heh heh)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that it was something exciting at first, i clicked the link without hesitation only to find, to my horror (actually not really horrific), a bunch of school girls making a scene at a PUBLIC recreational area near my residence and my favourite football spot, ganging up against one girl.. Beating and slapping, like an enraged employer whacking his accident prone maid for spilling hot coffee over his groin..&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/165/2550/320/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ni you mei jou jiang??!! You mei you?" *Slap.. *Slap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeing it for the first time, i felt really bad, as i've been a sudent myself, i've never ever encounter such thing, what more to say by girls. Imagine, having several beating you up, you'd be hopelessly pushed around and being physically abused.. &lt;/p&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/165/2550/320/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fast paced action is promised in this video.. so fast you can't even catch who's being slapped and who's slapping..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I mean, what are those for? even if there ARE things worth to have someone beaten up, it doesn't mean that you really should do so.. and what more to say having several people against one. Well, i believe that there are ways to settle matters, and not just slapping a person around while screaming 'wanna settle this? huh? wanna settle this?' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 minutes of craps and nonsense brought to the viewers by those idiotic students, what is left is a scar, bad impression towards these students. Believe me, its not just THAT school involved, but practically the whole city and state had its name tarnished over one incident.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Being a busybody, i also got to know that these bunch of students are being hunted around by some people, well, i presume that 'these people' are from the victim's side.. And to really be sure how famous this case had became, it was broadcasted over the radio while i was driving to see my gang for a cup of tea.. wah lau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over with these serious stuff, lets move on to the lighter side... &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/165/2550/320/0629mb30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The action sequence.. Before, during and after.. well, not actually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i've said, after seeing it for the first time, my feelings was described as above.. then i made a mistake seeing it a few more times.. then i noticed several funny incidents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, notice the presence of several boys? &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/165/2550/320/3stjoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice the farmost figure on the left? 'She' is actually a guy..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are their roles in the clip? Apparently, they tried stopping the fight around 5 mins of the clip. Not to say that their actions are not respectable, but to watch the ordeal first and enjoy the bits first THEN stop it is just a huge nonsense to see.. Some can be seen just cursing and saying 'hey, enough..' but nothing is done before the fight goes on for over 5 mins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scene shows one of the participants, a member of the four feisty 'spice girls', lets assume her as 'pan-ker-ai spice', flashing a so called 'act-cute' and 'presumed kawaii' peace sign with both her hands to get attention while the poor girl (the victim) is being slapped and pushed around by her 'comrades' at the background. What is all that for? Acting feisty and angry when beating the girl THEN act cute in front of the camera? Hillarious.. &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/165/2550/320/0629mb30b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HI! Say peace and no war! *Slap *slap.. 'Haha, wo sot liao' (haha, i'm crazy already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, the CONVERSATION.. As my friend (markie) mentioned.. all they say was.. 'Ni you mei you jiang?!' (did you say it?!) and several other foul languages.. is all so lame.. This gives an impression to the more careful viewers that despite being in form 3 or 4.. (actually i'm not so sure..), they have limited, and i say, REALLY LIMITED source of vocabulary... and to have this video displayed for international viewers, it will definitely not win them any oscar prizes for the conversation is anything but fluent and creative..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the commendable (my friend, Daniel, loves this part the most), 'international invisible palms' is so well struck on the victim's face was really the actual hi-lite of the clip. It shows another 'spice girl', well, lets call her the 'angry spice', slapped the poor girl continuously 3 times on the cheeks with tremendous power and accuracy.. DAMN, i almost mistaken her for being a professional volleyball player..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the clip ends when several boys who once played the role of 'minnequins', came to life and pushed these two party apart... Again, a mixture of swearing and some scuffles, the victim is finally released from the brawl.. ugly, isn't it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the question is, where is the moral values of young people nowadays? Where is the sense of respect among the fellow schoolmates? Why is it so hard to make friends now and so easy to make up fights? Why did it happen in a beautiful place called Tanjung? and WHY did the rest of the students dresses in school uniform while the victim is dressed in plain clothes? Hmm.. now that have me thinking.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*too bad the clip is taken down, or i might just show you guys too.. but what the heck..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Pictures are courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.chinapress.com.my/content_new.asp?dt=2006-06-29&amp;sec=malaysia&amp;amp;art=0629mb30.txt"&gt;China Press&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115152062873872719?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115152062873872719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115152062873872719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115152062873872719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115152062873872719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/06/students-pride-where-are-they-now.html' title='Student&apos;s pride.. where are they now?'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115117201800881734</id><published>2006-06-25T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:11:13.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sTory to Tell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Phewh....&lt;br /&gt;Finally.......... FINALS over n i got my FrĕĕdÖmM back. YaHoooo! TWO weeks of finals is juz like spending time in prison, no life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FreeDom /'fri:dem/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latin: &lt;em&gt;libertas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian: libertà&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 自由 (Zhì Yóu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Before Z finalz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came to learned that i am gonna have 2 weeks long of finalz i became furious and dissapointed as i was eagerly wanting to go home and meet up with my brother whom i have not seen for a year at least. In addition to the dissapointment, i came to know that 3 of me closes fwen will finish their papers within the first week of finalS.... (me then shouting UNFAIR! n throwing tentrum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;During Z finalz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! this were the times where i don't have proper meals meaning eating less or sometimes don't eat, don't have enough sleep, play lots of games (eg: Poker game, TexTwist, Chuzzle etc. etc. etc.), and i guess one thing that should not miss out the most ASTRO. Muahahaha.... -_-&lt;br /&gt;Oooops.. not to forget BOOKs too. Oh well! during the first week everything juz go accordingly besides of havng to feel the unsatisfactory of the finalz timetable by the school. (@#$%$* skul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here comes the interesting part,&lt;/strong&gt; my 2nd week of finals.. this was the most dreadful week of my life. I had to stay at home STUDYING for my 3rd paper while 3 of me fwens went out PLAYING (eg: Bowling). Hai~~~ Ok! now when i had my 4th paper which was the last paper, guess what 2 of me fwen went back home as in no more in MIRI. I was all alone in Senadin pathetically studying for my last paper which was a total disaster in the end. One good fwen of mine was a mirian, he kindly puey me to have dinner on the 1st night of being alone. However, my 2 fwen who went back to their hometown did not stop there, they SMS me keeping me "accompany" and also encouraged me very much. Finally i scrap through this horrible and torturing environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;After z Finalz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me mirian fwen liak chua = catch snake (curi tulang) hahaha... :) and once again puey me go lunch then chit chat and go see his house then off to airport. That is the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story may content parts where it seems like criticizing but its not its juz a story through out the 2 weeks of finalz. Don get the wrong idea ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hey guyz, thanks for pueying me n haf a nice holiday n working life tooo&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115117201800881734?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115117201800881734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115117201800881734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115117201800881734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115117201800881734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/06/story-to-tell.html' title='A sTory to Tell...'/><author><name>Emmeline [frOgGy]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/04/65/2645640/845623610s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-115035902424444668</id><published>2006-06-15T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:08:01.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rule of four</title><content type='html'>No... it's not about having four people in this blog... and it's not about the legal term in the US. This has to do with the novel I just got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... a novel. Something to keep my mind occupied while waiting to pass this 'test'. You see... everything in life is like a test. A test to see if you're up to the way life treats you. How you treat a test determines if you pass or fail. There is no sitting on the fence like humpty-dumpty kind of thing. For example, I failed miserably a couple of nights before when I let my emotions get the better of me while arguing with my mum over the phone. Lately I seem to be failing tests. My younger self would've reacted by saying that if mum or sis ever got pissed with you, treat her as the way you would treat a girlfriend, that is you let them have their way with you till they are done then you talk nicely and carefully (and by girlfriend I don't mean those that you would hurl abusive words at and physically hurt them). Gosh you do that to your girlfriend? You're insane! She's supposed to be an angel that you wor...oops.. wait.. something wrong there. That way you won't say unnecessarily hurtful things that you would regret later. I haven't had that thesis proven on guys yet 'cause I havent yet get into a heated argument with a guy (and I don't intend to) but so far it's proven to work (on girls), as long as I remember it. And by golly, I pray that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the 'test'. I decided to find solitude, confined within the four walls of my room. Sad as it may seem, it's not something I wanted to do, rather something I felt that I needed to do. The only means of communication to the outside world via my trusty handphone, which seldom rings anyway. I had to get pass this week by doing something. Something worthwhile. It never occured to me that it would come in the form of a novel. Plus my english had taken a turn for the worse so mending it now seemed like perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this book fair at the clearing at the ground floor of Bintang. Not much of a fair if you ask me, more like a garage sale. I stumbled upon two books... the first is &lt;em&gt;True Believer &lt;/em&gt;by one Nicholas Sparks, whose credentials include &lt;em&gt;A walk to remember&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Message in a bottle&lt;/em&gt;. This book is listed no.14 on the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/06/18/books/bestseller/0618bestpaperfiction.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;New York Times bestseller list&lt;/a&gt;. I watched the former and also &lt;em&gt;The Notebook &lt;/em&gt;after wondering why my sis seem to have this craze over it. It wasn't so much a movie the average Joe would watch. More for the average Jane. I got myself a copy of &lt;em&gt;A bend in the road&lt;/em&gt; a few months back and enjoyed it. But this time, I needed a change and continued browsing until I found one &lt;em&gt;The Rule of Four&lt;/em&gt; by some Princeton and Harvard graduates. Seemed interesting so I picked it up and for the first time, threw Nicholas aside and parted with my money, hoping my investment was worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Rule of Four&lt;/em&gt;... The summary out the back seemed interesting enough. It's like a puzzle book with drama.. something like the Da Vinci code. So was I going to get more &lt;a href="http://mathsforeurope.digibel.be/vitr0000.htm"&gt;Vitruvian Man&lt;/a&gt;? And why the rule of four? Is it like the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rule_of_72"&gt;rule of 72&lt;/a&gt;? Funnily, after 3 and a half years of studying finance my lecturers never taught me that rule. I found out about the rule of 72 while reading a book about financial freedom which my dad tossed at me one fine day. But that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts off about this fella Paul who is doing a final year thesis on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnerotomachia_Poliphili"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hypnerotomachia Poliphili&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and the barriers he encounters in finding out the clues as to where and what the crypt of Francesco Colonna held. Francesco Colonna was some Roman guy who lived rougly 500 years ago, was very hush hush about the things he shipped into harbour and whoever found out his secret would be murdered. Anyway, the story is kind of long and winding, and intertwines with Paul's good friend, Tom, who's helping him with the thesis after completing his own and fighting to keep his relationship with his girlfriend, Katie, alive. The book picks up pace towards the ending where Tom is faced with the decision of loving some diary of Hynerotomochia Poliphili to complete the puzzle or throw it aside for the love of Katie. You see, the book was killing his relationship. He was devoting more and more to the book rather than the girl. There is a really touching point between two good friends at the end of the book and the authors wrote it extremely well. Other than that, the puzzle itself wasn't as intriguing &lt;em&gt;as the da Vinci code&lt;/em&gt;. There were parts I found that were rather long and tiresome and did not make sense. As the setting is in Princeton University, one of the prestigious institutes in the Ivy League, there were some things that were hard to imagine such as the tunnels that connected to dormitories. Some jargons here and there. But at the end of the day, I was quite satisfied. I give it a 3.5 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I finished this novel in one night. It spans roughly 400+ pages. The reason for staying up all night to finish the book? It's intriguing. Plus I can't stop halfway 'cause I won't be able to sleep not knowing what is going to happen next. After finishing the book, it's 3am and I still can't sleep, buried in all the excitement that has just happened. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-115035902424444668?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/115035902424444668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=115035902424444668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115035902424444668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/115035902424444668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/06/rule-of-four.html' title='the rule of four'/><author><name>markie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706910805004622832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-114926120127731605</id><published>2006-06-02T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:13:46.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery.. of the Da Vinci's Code..</title><content type='html'>Ah.. the tension is nerve-breaking, but yet, i am still able to blog off my ass here.. in LESS than 12 hours, i will have to endure 2 hours of case study session for Finance analysis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the stress, let me entertain you instead with the latest cinemagraphy study that we've examined yesterday.. the movie many of you know as 'The Da Vinci's Code'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/165/2550/320/davincimonalisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A smile of sad woman, or just Leonardo himself?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, we, the usual bunch (names can be obtained if you look to the right side of this blog, under 'contributors'), comprising of members of 2 males and 2 females embarked a journey of 2.5 hours, full of mysteries, excitement, and most of all, shocking experiences (well, not that shocking to me as i've watched it before the release in my place here, from a pirated DVD..)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, many have said: For those who had read the book, will definitely be disappointed with the movie...&lt;br /&gt;let's assume that what they say is the pre-screening 'hypothesis'..&lt;br /&gt;&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/165/2550/320/loovre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ahh, the Loooove.. or Louvre... Gallery of masterpieces, or just plain ol' Glass pyramid like grave for the old man Souniere.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story began with an old man being killed by some white albino &lt;strike&gt;sick-old-man-murderer-bastard&lt;/strike&gt; by the name of Silas.. Reason? To obtain some secret, so important that someone has to die for it.. well, the the next scene shows Robbie (Robert Langdon played by Tom Hanks) having a class about some sign or symbol &lt;strike&gt;shit&lt;/strike&gt; stuff.. &lt;/p&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/165/2550/200/9096_001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ah yes... and i know all students understand that middle finger is the universal symbols which surprisingly carries the SAME meaning around the globe..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, if i'm not mistaken, the part when Fache (some french copper) appeared in the autograph session after Robbie's class is not consistent with the book, as what SHOULD be was that the copper' went to look for him personally in Robbie's hotel room and the time is quite late... midnight maybe? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, anyways, that is just some minor inconsistency.. Robbie was actually summoned by this old man (who was killed) to investigate on his (the old man's) murder, apparently, but the story slowly evolves away from the 'objective' of investigating on the murder, only to discover the main objective of the quest is that to discover the sweet chick with him, who said she was that old man's (Jacques Souniere) granddaughter, was actually (quick.. start gasping) a living decendant of *JC da man... &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/165/2550/320/da-vinci-code.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hey, did anyone say that you look more like Mona Lisa than JC da man himself? And hey, some say Mona Lisa is a guy..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movie involves alot of mind boggling puzzle solving skills, where Robbie had to find clue by clue through various stages set by the dead old man, similar to a treasure hunt, to find the truth he may say.. The fibonacci numbers (is that how you spell it?), the word scrambling and the cryptex... sighs.. and &lt;i&gt;"my grandfather gave me a wagon for my birthday..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what happened in the buildup of the story? You have 2 obvious choices here for you to find out more,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a) Read the &lt;strike&gt;damn&lt;/strike&gt; book, or&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;b) Watch the &lt;strike&gt;blardy&lt;/strike&gt; movie, &lt;b&gt;OR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;c) Ask a superspoiler friend who likes to talk about the movie and wouldn't mind doing so to tell you what exactly happened in the movie.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another inconsistency is that there is alot of illustration given by Robbie when he is running around the Louvre, basically expaining the hidden meanings behind Da Vinci's paintings, like the Madonna of the Rocks, and the 'thing' about the Vitruvian man etc. etc... Also they cut short the scene of the escape from the Louvre where the French Chick (Sophie) blackmailed the copper to drop the gun or she'll rip the painting snd i believe there are more scenes taken out which i cannot really remember..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, i guess the movie was okay, despite several critics which said otherwise, and one of the member in our group actually declared: 'Be prepared to be disappointed' loudly before entering the cinema.. which in at the end of the show he came out splurting the words 'hey.. not bad' to show the hypocritism within him.. well, dissapointment is experienced in the minimal way as the bloody cinema experienced a 10 minute technical fault similar to our PC's 'blue screen of death'.. yes, no sound and the picture jammed and went haywire.. and when it went back to normal, those blokes in the film room don't even bother to rewind the lost parts to our poor viewers.. Shame to say, Miri only has one cinema so &lt;b&gt;'beggars can't be choosers'&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One piece of advice.. if you really wanna know more, do read the book, there is so so so much more to know about.. but for those lazy &lt;strike&gt;bastards&lt;/strike&gt; fellas who don't want to spend the weekend reading one thick book, then just go for the movie, its enough to entertain and fill your empty little round container above your shoulder.. Just kidding..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*JC, is the man of mankind many would say.. so i'll leave it to you to find out who he is IF YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW... sighs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24580047-114926120127731605?l=therubbishbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/feeds/114926120127731605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24580047&amp;postID=114926120127731605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/114926120127731605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24580047/posts/default/114926120127731605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therubbishbin.blogspot.com/2006/06/mystery-of-da-vincis-code.html' title='Mystery.. of the Da Vinci&apos;s Code..'/><author><name>Emm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02496314302034068202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24580047.post-114916864990288379</id><published>2006-06-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:30:52.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-day</title><content type='html'>Just another day, another time. I reached for her and everything was fine. I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. There were others, but this is the only one for me. Faithful, she was and hardly ever troubling me. She would play all kinds of musical instruments that were music to my ears. We would surf the web together and look for interesting things to see. Sometimes we even watched anime. At other times, I would strum her keys and play with her pet.&
