<?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-9473376</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:00:28.714+08:00</updated><category term='Favourite Entries'/><category term='Urban Legend'/><title type='text'>Classified As Confidential (Where Blogging Is Talking)</title><subtitle type='html'>Where blogging is always a form of talking</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-1972098452445543310</id><published>2008-09-26T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:23:21.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Night</title><content type='html'>E-night, acronym stands for Evangelistical Night. It's something my team and I have been planning for 6 months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming to Alexander Theatre, live, this coming Saturday, 27th September 2008, 7:00 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, more updates to come, during and after the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and a de-brief of the event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-1972098452445543310?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/1972098452445543310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=1972098452445543310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1972098452445543310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1972098452445543310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-night.html' title='E-Night'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-2243625712988147469</id><published>2008-08-11T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:53:10.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Or Summer</title><content type='html'>Spring and Autumn..anytime&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flipping hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was practically stuck on my bed for a good 12 hours. No, no, its the weather. Most of my housemates were stuck on their bed for the same duration, if not more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-2243625712988147469?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/2243625712988147469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=2243625712988147469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2243625712988147469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2243625712988147469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/08/winter-or-summer.html' title='Winter Or Summer'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-333054168604298016</id><published>2008-08-08T03:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:41:19.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of typing tests and insomnia</title><content type='html'>5:33 a.m, Friday, can't sleep&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love people, lots of love. Been wondering, anyone that can type above 100 words per minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, do a test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.typingtest.com&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&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.powertyping.com/typing_test/typing_test.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still looking for anyone that can type as fast or even faster than myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On average, i can type at rate of 121 WPM. Fastest i went was 143 words per minute, on either of those two sites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you guys can do better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-333054168604298016?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/333054168604298016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=333054168604298016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/333054168604298016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/333054168604298016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-typing-tests-and-insomnia.html' title='Of typing tests and insomnia'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-556849054315550174</id><published>2008-07-03T06:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:51:47.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housemate</title><content type='html'>This past few days has been packed, fun filled, and tiring. Exams officially ended on the 24th of June.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day itself, was Urban Life's combined meeting in Clayton. A huge congregation of over 50 people, and having Ps Matt Fielder giving the word was a really good end to the semester, or rather the start of holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of us had OCF (Overseas Christian Fellowship) winter camp next on the list on the 26th to the 28th. It was an enlightening and empowering camp with the theme "The Pursuit", being soundly named and invented. Had much fun in the camp, where i got to know most of the OCF'ers better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 29th, we had a farewell party for a few UL members that are flying back to Melbourne. We had our party in one of the UL's place and it was really,...really...noisy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a Sunday, and i remember vividly waking up at 8p.m that day. Missed church, and nearly missing the party. TEEHEEHEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made a trip to Mount Dandenong on the 30th, had Pie IN ThE SKY with my OCF Cell group. That was one of the occasions where they started to spam their camera's. *CLiCk, *pOse*, *CliCk*..OH LORDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Housemates and I had a day of DOTA on the 1st of JULY. We started playing at 8 a.m, ended at about 3 a.m. TEEHEEHEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could barely wake up for shopping the next day. But in all honesty, shopping is the best antidote to a drowsy day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, 3 of my housemates are leaving, exchange students that are restricted to being here for just a year. 3 girls. 3 with additional PR's (Permanent Resident). A 6 unit house, becoming a 9 unit house. With one of my friends taking over one of the room, there are 2 units left for taking. Sincerely, earnestly praying for 2 pretty girls to shift in. One's confirmed, and the other is still thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really thinking of moving out next semester, but the comfort of my room is just too unbearable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SGwCgFhDC2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/6S-N5nmvPU8/s1600-h/03072008561.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SGwCgFhDC2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/6S-N5nmvPU8/s400/03072008561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218548818475420514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SGwCgyZOsdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4qHF7YVCk9Q/s1600-h/03072008562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SGwCgyZOsdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4qHF7YVCk9Q/s400/03072008562.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218548830522225106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SGwChNCusRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XzQS5b3KEFQ/s1600-h/03072008563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SGwChNCusRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XzQS5b3KEFQ/s400/03072008563.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218548837675610386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SGwChuZp_rI/AAAAAAAAAlY/mbny8OdhST4/s1600-h/03072008564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SGwChuZp_rI/AAAAAAAAAlY/mbny8OdhST4/s400/03072008564.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218548846630141618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love "Bettina" street ...literally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9473376-556849054315550174?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/556849054315550174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=556849054315550174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/556849054315550174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/556849054315550174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/07/housemate.html' title='Housemate'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SGwCgFhDC2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/6S-N5nmvPU8/s72-c/03072008561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-7222787280494326820</id><published>2008-06-23T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T04:53:07.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life has been taken away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SF67mlrk_VI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IL9iRitpwAQ/s1600-h/Photo+82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SF67mlrk_VI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IL9iRitpwAQ/s400/Photo+82.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214811690165927250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By exams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to back papers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hardest of em all&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/9473376-7222787280494326820?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/7222787280494326820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=7222787280494326820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7222787280494326820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7222787280494326820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-life-has-been-taken-away.html' title='My life has been taken away...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SF67mlrk_VI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IL9iRitpwAQ/s72-c/Photo+82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-8273667070571082457</id><published>2008-06-21T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:42:55.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Look Ma, my dream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sara Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Exquisite beauty boy....can i have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFzMZUCDzYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Ih6Zo7pOCZs/s400/21062008550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214267203834334594" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Of course..."&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/9473376-8273667070571082457?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/8273667070571082457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=8273667070571082457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8273667070571082457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8273667070571082457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFzMZUCDzYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Ih6Zo7pOCZs/s72-c/21062008550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5461715742459316019</id><published>2008-06-20T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:17:50.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awakening</title><content type='html'>Had a hard time sleeping again, was at bed as early as 3 a.m, but i only slept at 5 a.m. Pretty stressed, with two hard papers back to back(23rd and 24th)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was rudely awakened by the first SMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anonymous (SMS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-I'm done with exams motherfucker!!!! WahahahAhahahAHahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anonymous #2(Call)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh Jon, i saw the jeans you bought in AX now selling for $66. I saw the back design, exactly the same as yours. How much did you buy it for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$100+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hahahhahaha, not too bad actually...half a year onwards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to sleep, woke up 5 hours later&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/9473376-5461715742459316019?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5461715742459316019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5461715742459316019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5461715742459316019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5461715742459316019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/06/awakening.html' title='The Awakening'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-67805994753815532</id><published>2008-06-19T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:59:58.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Cry</title><content type='html'>My housemate, brought a girl back, with a baby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are sudden cries that spikes the ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To some, it maybe a nuisance, sounds like harmony to me. Oh how sweet the cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait...weird scenario....what did HE just bring back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUMH....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-67805994753815532?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/67805994753815532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=67805994753815532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/67805994753815532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/67805994753815532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-cry.html' title='Baby Cry'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-7108944666044036156</id><published>2008-06-16T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:31:08.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaved Pussy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFYkhtIl1wI/AAAAAAAAAko/hMmfUli_MzI/s1600-h/shaved-pussy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFYkhtIl1wI/AAAAAAAAAko/hMmfUli_MzI/s400/shaved-pussy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212393780197840642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"..........I betul banyak tulan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-7108944666044036156?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/7108944666044036156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=7108944666044036156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7108944666044036156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7108944666044036156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/06/shaved-pussy.html' title='Shaved Pussy'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFYkhtIl1wI/AAAAAAAAAko/hMmfUli_MzI/s72-c/shaved-pussy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-4947086300843676079</id><published>2008-06-14T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T20:16:59.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost track of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFOxyeNKy7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/VXNf6aqY9Jo/s400/13062008549.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211704674457668530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contrary to popular belief, i am still alive and well fed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this exam period, one can be forgiven even when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 He/she does not have any social life, no contact with the outside world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 He/she does not eat proper diet, in fact, there might not be any food at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 He/she finds the other sex more attractive to the sex that he's supposed to find attractive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 He/she lose track of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No flipping way. Lose track of time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What could it mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it means, not knowing the exact day. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today's Friday? No it ain't you dumb twit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ex-clubbing associate called me this morning. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;asked me where I was. Was too damn tired, and i told her that i was on the bed sleeping with another friend of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly jerked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was all in a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty sure i went to bed alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's the weather. There are times when i sleep when the day is still dark, only to wake up with the day still dark. (Sunsets at 4:30 p.m in Melbourne).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can guys stand some of the girls photo that seemed to have peace sign everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinch me and call me Ron Jeremy, but this phenomena is so annoying, it makes Chris Crocker seemed like a chicken crocking in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes Amy Winehouse sound like Celine Dion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes George Bush holy as thy Gandhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes Malaysia seemed bigger than it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No get me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#1 Trick in girls acting cute, peace sign stapled to your cheeks, face slightly reclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFO1x_HM4oI/AAAAAAAAAkI/hf5VhVe-gQQ/s1600-h/Photo+82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFO1x_HM4oI/AAAAAAAAAkI/hf5VhVe-gQQ/s400/Photo+82.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211709064157651586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Hands around your cheek, make yourself look like those dog that has the UFO thing stuck around their neck.  Then resonate the room by shouting "HOOOOOOOOOOOO". How juvenile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFO1yG59OII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7mRhbgFqJMg/s1600-h/Photo+83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFO1yG59OII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7mRhbgFqJMg/s400/Photo+83.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211709066249582722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Index finger directly on your inflated cheek, protrude it real big out, and make yourself look like the fattest chick in the world. Hurray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFO1yZpNvPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/u5IGBYLVK9k/s1600-h/Photo+84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFO1yZpNvPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/u5IGBYLVK9k/s400/Photo+84.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211709071279635698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Slightly similar to the second one, just....AROHDGHSDFSHWEFHELW...you guys get the flow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFO1ysk3OTI/AAAAAAAAAkg/1aTRQ5y2cB0/s1600-h/Photo+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFO1ysk3OTI/AAAAAAAAAkg/1aTRQ5y2cB0/s400/Photo+85.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211709076361656626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after taking those photo's, i had to reformat my notebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9473376-4947086300843676079?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/4947086300843676079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=4947086300843676079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4947086300843676079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4947086300843676079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost-track-of-time.html' title='Lost track of time'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/SFOxyeNKy7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/VXNf6aqY9Jo/s72-c/13062008549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-8405752340074606584</id><published>2008-06-03T07:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:55:49.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam seasons</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, i've been waking up at 6 a.m trying to put in some studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was because of swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 a.m this morning, trying to read through some algorithm notes, i ended up reading Dan Brown's Digital Fortress. 3 hours in, and i'm halfway through the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely going to finish the book today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose thats a cue for me to finish reading Gavin Menzies 1421, the Year China Discovered the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a cue for me to continue reading my lecture notes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-8405752340074606584?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/8405752340074606584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=8405752340074606584' title='0 Comments'/><link 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specially for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;It is without a shadow of doubt, she has been one of the most influential figure in my life besides God and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how can you not draw inspiration, from a woman that almost single handedly raise up two rebellious son, never failing to wake them up every morning class, ensuring that we get our meals, and doing that for the past 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she might not be the best of housewife, but i believe, not all great moms has to be a good housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ridiculously tasty sweet and sour chicken still strikes me when i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without fail has she provided when we needed her. I mean, going the extra mile and fetching me to and fro from uni is just to start things out. Her efforts to ensure that both of us are well fed just brings it to another level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she might be naggy, but in the midst of those excruciatingly high pitch and bass enhanced voice, are those wonderfully construct words that has made me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her never-ending encouragement, never sinking words, always building spirit has helped me become the Jono that everyone knows. Mom's laugh always makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the only one that i can find comfort in talking to. Every.little.single.thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will make time for it, no matter where she is, or what she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith in God, was construed from her faith in God. It got me kicked start. I am in hyper drive now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time i get angry with her, the image of her, going through labor, through the pain and suffering of carrying this fatty in her belly for 8 months will stir me to change anger, into pain, and into thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one who was, is and always caring for me, you will always be my best friend, my sister, my mother, and one that i truly appreciate. Happy Mother's day, teacher's day, and BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-4343947354508422507?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/4343947354508422507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=4343947354508422507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4343947354508422507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4343947354508422507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mother.html' title='My mother...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-8643079828867581432</id><published>2008-05-06T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:34:33.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>This is the, second consecutive week that i find it really hard to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its rare coming from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is processing so many things, it makes the hunt for Osama seemed like a peazy compared to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm supposed to wake up at 6:20 for swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the basketball game @ 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon i'll just sit down and stare on my notes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy programming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-8643079828867581432?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/8643079828867581432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=8643079828867581432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8643079828867581432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8643079828867581432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless Night'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-2854825390313753024</id><published>2008-05-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:45:00.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My greatest regret</title><content type='html'>So far, is something that is still haunting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-2854825390313753024?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5159899895853632813</id><published>2008-04-29T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:57:03.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life shouldn't be a short burst of enthusiasm. It should be a long slow spurt of linearly grown enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about making the right choice, and learning from the wrong choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about living each day, as if its your last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fragile, but that doesn't mean you can't fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life births another life, so live life meaningfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a sprint, its a marathon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5159899895853632813?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5159899895853632813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5159899895853632813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5159899895853632813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5159899895853632813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3799633428456454327</id><published>2008-04-09T19:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:52:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT</title><content type='html'>It started with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;are you shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;So Happy It's Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;am i shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;OHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;got it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;relatively fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;lol u wit testing me ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;think im a 3d card u can benchmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;only further exemplifies of your greatness doesn't it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, maybe i should do a test on everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ﮒћoєשׁ 书文 says:&lt;br /&gt;tat be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonathan said:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley aka. sirsc... embrace 08 in Melb! says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley aka. sirsc... embrace 08 in Melb! says:&lt;br /&gt;wat happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley aka. sirsc... embrace 08 in Melb! says:&lt;br /&gt;and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley aka. sirsc... embrace 08 in Melb! says:&lt;br /&gt;why so shit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley aka. sirsc... embrace 08 in Melb! says:&lt;br /&gt;or u havnt finish assign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley aka. sirsc... embrace 08 in Melb! says:&lt;br /&gt;just april 10 wat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley aka. sirsc... embrace 08 in Melb! says:&lt;br /&gt;nth gonna happen eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;read the capitals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Its Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley aka. sirsc... embrace 08 in Melb! says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley aka. sirsc... embrace 08 in Melb! says:&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley aka. sirsc... embrace 08 in Melb! says:&lt;br /&gt;mm wassup with ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ T H A I B O ] says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;hows things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ T H A I B O ] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah tomorrow is thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;yes it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ T H A I B O ] says:&lt;br /&gt;are we meeting up tomororw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ T H A I B O ] says:&lt;br /&gt;ok kool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan said:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*m-e-l-i-s-s-a-l-e-o-n-g~s-h-u-n-i-n-g* says:&lt;br /&gt;wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*m-e-l-i-s-s-a-l-e-o-n-g~s-h-u-n-i-n-g* says:&lt;br /&gt;OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*m-e-l-i-s-s-a-l-e-o-n-g~s-h-u-n-i-n-g* says:&lt;br /&gt;u hv no class tmr izit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING IN JONO'S WEEKLY SURVEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*m-e-l-i-s-s-a-l-e-o-n-g~s-h-u-n-i-n-g* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*m-e-l-i-s-s-a-l-e-o-n-g~s-h-u-n-i-n-g* says:&lt;br /&gt;are u okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan said:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiA-AiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiA-AiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;wut shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiA-AiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiA-AiJ says:&lt;br /&gt;cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan said:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel - Ian says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel - Ian says:&lt;br /&gt;wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel - Ian says:&lt;br /&gt;random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel - Ian writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R_yp7h1n8II/AAAAAAAAAgI/PHhGr5zbcIU/s1600-h/Clipboard01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R_yp7h1n8II/AAAAAAAAAgI/PHhGr5zbcIU/s400/Clipboard01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187207710984630402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel - Ian says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel - Ian says:&lt;br /&gt;wth leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;nuffing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;its just SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;im SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel - Ian says:&lt;br /&gt;tak paham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel - Ian says:&lt;br /&gt;why suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel - Ian says:&lt;br /&gt;i tot u were optimis, and i am the emo one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan said:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaZa - Back to Work =/ says:&lt;br /&gt;shit ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaZa - Back to Work =/ says:&lt;br /&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaZa - Back to Work =/ says:&lt;br /&gt;don't you hav eclass tomolo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;yes i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaZa - Back to Work =/ says:&lt;br /&gt;so ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaZa - Back to Work =/ says:&lt;br /&gt;why are you so happy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;nuffing, its just new york city calls for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaZa - Back to Work =/ says:&lt;br /&gt;then ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;its time to dance to paul van dyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaZa - Back to Work =/ says:&lt;br /&gt;lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaZa - Back to Work =/ says:&lt;br /&gt;are you on drugs or something ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;i think, thats what everyone says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaZa - Back to Work =/ says:&lt;br /&gt;mwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaZa - Back to Work =/ says:&lt;br /&gt;good on ya =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan said:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*»-°|ëÑg¢hÄî°-«* says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*»-°|ëÑg¢hÄî°-«* says:&lt;br /&gt;it's not even thurs yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan said:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishyfishyfishy says:&lt;br /&gt;what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishyfishyfishy says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishyfishyfishy says:&lt;br /&gt;what r u talking abt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;shit - So Happy Its Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishyfishyfishy says:&lt;br /&gt;err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith says:&lt;br /&gt;why shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith says:&lt;br /&gt;it's not thursday yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith says:&lt;br /&gt;2.5 hours more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;but im SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;once thursday comes.it will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith says:&lt;br /&gt;u and all the acronyms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;shit what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;F off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;i still have test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;Really shit aye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;literally shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;oh... THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;watching sound of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;....i thought you are studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;since its SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;you wanted to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;haiz.... everything's better than studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;the hills are alive with the sound of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;with songs they have sung for a thoussand years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;is it really that hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;umm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;it's boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;how many percent does it contribute to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Вен Хер says:&lt;br /&gt;not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Xen- says:&lt;br /&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Xen- says:&lt;br /&gt;wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;You don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Xen- says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| e * a * n* ||  ~[aus] says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| e * a * n* ||  ~[aus] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| e * a * n* ||  ~[aus] says:&lt;br /&gt;why ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan said:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Eimmer ...::: DJ Hadi - Anorexia (Andrew Eimmer Remix) Selling on Beatport NOW!:::... says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Eimmer ...::: DJ Hadi - Anorexia (Andrew Eimmer Remix) Selling on Beatport NOW!:::... says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Eimmer ...::: DJ Hadi - Anorexia (Andrew Eimmer Remix) Selling on Beatport NOW!:::... says:&lt;br /&gt;not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Eimmer ...::: DJ Hadi - Anorexia (Andrew Eimmer Remix) Selling on Beatport NOW!:::... says:&lt;br /&gt;u druggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan said:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bL3kJoN says:&lt;br /&gt;wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bL3kJoN says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bL3kJoN says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bL3kJoN says:&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bL3kJoN says:&lt;br /&gt;finish assg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;Good on ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;all due this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bL3kJoN says:&lt;br /&gt;erm, today got one due adi, then just finished the one due tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bL3kJoN says:&lt;br /&gt;monday need to start on the one due on april 21st adi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;i see good on ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bL3kJoN says:&lt;br /&gt;yeaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan said:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY ITS THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david says:&lt;br /&gt;what significance is held on thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;nuffing....its a day where people live and let die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david says:&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david says:&lt;br /&gt;going out now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david says:&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Statistics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# of people that thinks that im a druggie - 2&lt;br /&gt;# of people that believes that when someone's happy, it means school holiday - 2&lt;br /&gt;# of times i laughed - Uncountable&lt;br /&gt;# of times that people do not know what SHIT is after i wrote it out, and after this post - 8 and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9473376-3799633428456454327?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3799633428456454327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3799633428456454327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3799633428456454327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3799633428456454327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/04/shit.html' title='SHIT'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R_yp7h1n8II/AAAAAAAAAgI/PHhGr5zbcIU/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-7966245551456518394</id><published>2008-04-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:01:08.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog?</title><content type='html'>Blog? What Blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-7966245551456518394?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/7966245551456518394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=7966245551456518394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7966245551456518394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7966245551456518394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog.html' title='Blog?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-7170369737781345456</id><published>2008-01-30T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T02:26:58.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprises</title><content type='html'>I gave the biggest suprise my dad and mom could ever receive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So jubilant, so suprised were they, that i believe no other antidotes could relieve them of that little shock in their hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll slowly let things unravel itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-7170369737781345456?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/7170369737781345456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=7170369737781345456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7170369737781345456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7170369737781345456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/01/suprises.html' title='Suprises'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-2617753393298228508</id><published>2008-01-27T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:45:49.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is something Malaysia will never achieve in the near 50 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5tiRzK0JvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XERDgscaE_0/s1600-h/Fast+Internet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5tiRzK0JvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XERDgscaE_0/s400/Fast+Internet2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159825856015902450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little fun fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got an external HDD, 500 gig, which i bought last month. Half of the space is gone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a 10mbps connection, but today's download moved extremely well. Look at the speed, its uncapped and i'm downloading a near 1 mb per second for all accumulative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can download a 900 mb file in an hour (fastest).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, if streamyx somehow manages to get through the threshold, make the network uncapped, then i will retract my remark. But until that day happens, i seriously doubt any commercial/private will ever touch this benchmark speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then..this stays stapled onto my blog page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-2617753393298228508?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/2617753393298228508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=2617753393298228508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2617753393298228508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2617753393298228508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-something-malaysia-will-never.html' title='This is something Malaysia will never achieve in the near 50 years'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5tiRzK0JvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XERDgscaE_0/s72-c/Fast+Internet2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-814016495236796852</id><published>2008-01-25T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:20:12.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your suggestions for albums to download</title><content type='html'>I sound desperate&lt;br /&gt;I am burning my head thinking of this, more than what it burns when i write programs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seriously ran out of idea of albums to download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a 10mbps connection, with an average 80 mb file downloaded in about 30 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, i have ran out of albums to download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have nice songs in mind, no, albums, to suggest, please leave me a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am desperate now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like..real desperate. Any album, any songs, just leave your comment, i need to start d.o.w.n.l.o.a.d.i.n.g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-814016495236796852?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/814016495236796852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=814016495236796852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/814016495236796852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/814016495236796852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-need-your-suggestions-for-albums-to.html' title='I need your suggestions for albums to download'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-2495076352367913191</id><published>2008-01-24T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:00:22.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click On My Butt, Specifically, The Center Of It</title><content type='html'>All you have to do, is look onto the right side of this page. You'll see this cute japanese guy doing a boxing fight preparation, and has his ass facing right onto you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on him, more specifically, the center of the butt, and watch him move, running past website into an eventual stall. Some of the sites are even custom made to have him appear "real life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japaneses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-2495076352367913191?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/2495076352367913191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=2495076352367913191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2495076352367913191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2495076352367913191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/01/click-on-my-butt-specifically-center-of.html' title='Click On My Butt, Specifically, The Center Of It'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-6435488101735439579</id><published>2008-01-22T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:46:19.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Legend'/><title type='text'>The Rambo Granny of Melbourne, Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5UuhAVcZSI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ofgWUwjUDx8/s1600-h/granny+gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5UuhAVcZSI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ofgWUwjUDx8/s320/granny+gun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158080092783273250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the unsuspecting ex-cons down - - and shot off their testicles. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The old lady spent a week hunting those men down -- and when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special way, said Melbourne police investigator Evan Delp. Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, laid the gun on the sergeant's desk and told him as calm as could be: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  'Those bastards will never rape anybody again, by God." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Cops say convicted rapist and robber Davis Furth, 33, lost both his penis and his testicles when outraged Ava opened fire with a 9-mm pistol in the hotel room where he and former prison cell mate Stanley Thomas, 29, were holed up. The wrinkled avenger also blew Thomas' testicles to kingdom come, but doctors managed to save his mangled penis, police said. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"The one guy, Thomas, didn't lose his manhood, but the doctor I talked to said he won't be using it the way he used to", Detective Delp told reporters. "Both men are still in pretty bad shape, but I think they're just happy to be alive after what they've been through." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The Rambo Granny swung into action August 21 after her granddaughter Debbie was carjacked and raped in broad daylight by two knife-wielding creeps in a section of town bordering on skid row. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"When I saw the look on my Debbie's face that night in the hospital, I decided I was going to go out and get those bastards myself 'cause I figured the Law would go easy on them," recalled the retired library worker. "And I wasn't scared of them, either-- because I've got me a gun and I've been shooting' all my life. And I wasn't dumb enough to turn it in when the law changed about owning one." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; So, using a police artist's sketch of the suspects and Debbie's description of the sickos', tough-as-nails Ava spent seven days prowling the wino-infested neighborhood where the crime took place till she spotted the ill fated rapists entering their flophouse hotel. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; "I knew it was them the minute I saw 'em, but I shot a picture of 'em anyway and took it back to Debbie and she said sure as hell, it was them", the oldster recalled. "So I went back to that hotel and found their room and knocked on the door and the minute the big one, , opened the door, I shot 'em right square between the legs, right where it would really hurt 'em most, you know. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then I went in and shot the other one as he backed up pleading to me to spare him. Then I went down to the police station and turned myself in." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, baffled lawmen are trying to figure out exactly how to deal with the vigilante granny. What she did was wrong, and she broke the law, but it is difficult to throw an 81-year-old woman in prison, Det. Delp said, especially when 3 million people in the city want to nominate her for Mayor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Now talk about Rambo. Taking law into your own hand is wrong, but, erm, i silently agree with the action taken by Rambo Granny. Now truth be told, stop acting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holier than thou, &lt;/span&gt; if i was to ask you honestly, knowing that, yes, true, correct, that you cannot take the law into your own hand, will you be one of those party, to applaud Granny's action. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scumbags are not worth it, and i'm not stereotyping. Well, shit yea, i'm stereotyping, but its for murderers, rapist. They are human, yea..so? Sometimes you'll imagine if they even get jailed or there will be reconnaissance on the whole case/scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say i'm not pissed off with the law system. Some people get imposed jail term (ISA) longer than robbers, kidnappers, and just those small petty crimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-6435488101735439579?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/6435488101735439579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=6435488101735439579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6435488101735439579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6435488101735439579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/01/rambo-granny-of-melbourne-australia.html' title='The Rambo Granny of Melbourne, Australia'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5UuhAVcZSI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ofgWUwjUDx8/s72-c/granny+gun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3419666194611058372</id><published>2008-01-21T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:52:23.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens In Tasmania, Stays In Tasmania</title><content type='html'>When people mention about Tasmania, the first thing that comes into your mind might be the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tasmanian_Devil"&gt;Tasmanian Devil &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truth be told, Tasmania is actually a small state, or rather an island,located 300km's south of the Australian continent. Separated by the Bass Island, Tasmania is a state that resembles closely to the country side scenes you watch in Television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasmania, or more intimately known as Tassie, has one of the most breathtaking, and wonderfully large plantation, farm in Australia. Coincidently, it was also home to one of the largest apricot farm in Australia. In lieu of one of the projects that i was in charge, i had to do some site testing and installation to ensure that the continuation of the project is within the time span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PPMQVcY2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/XwOe-4ciezA/s1600-h/17012008370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PPMQVcY2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/XwOe-4ciezA/s320/17012008370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157693807719637858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going alone does gives you the heebie-jeebies simply because of the amount of things you have to carry. Just the antennas and tag reader itself weighed in an astonishing 21 kilo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed in Tasmania a quarter past 8, and headed straight to meet up with my contact in Tasmania. Decided to get a car because of the distance i have to cover, and the shortage of taxi's around Hobart and Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PPNAVcY4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/5i2WLsSSggw/s1600-h/18012008389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PPNAVcY4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/5i2WLsSSggw/s320/18012008389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157693820604539778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove a good 40km's into the deserted area of Richmond, surrounded by nothing but landscapes of farms, orchards, farms and orchards. It must have taken a man with great astute to own such a large land. Suprisingly, the owner of the orchard i was heading to was a women (no, not being sexist, just a little biased). Easily 400 acres of land filled with apricot plantation. The amount of land, the amount of workers, and the great length of distance the farm covered from one end to another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PPMgVcY3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/3GLdog4Bac8/s1600-h/18012008379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PPMgVcY3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/3GLdog4Bac8/s320/18012008379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157693812014605170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, their harvest season takes in approximately 800 tonnes of apricots. Thats like, 800 Toyota Camry stacked nicely on a weighing scale, or 4000 Shaquille O Neal standing on a platform. This trip was a pure work trip. So i wasn't suprised by the fact that i had to work straight from 8 a.m straight to 7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...the better part of this trip comes when i finished my site test. I headed down to Richmond, their "city" for the night off. No, it's no metropolitan place where you get night clubs, sports centre, big shopping complexes. Its a small little town, with just enough necessities to get you past the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cottage that i stayed in, two words. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ABSOLUTELLYY EXQUISITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, ill sway away from verbosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PP8QVcY7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/ztB4pAEXXAY/s1600-h/18012008392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PP8QVcY7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/ztB4pAEXXAY/s320/18012008392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157694632353358770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ISNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PP8wVcY8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/oBBZzmrIvp4/s1600-h/18012008393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PP8wVcY8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/oBBZzmrIvp4/s320/18012008393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157694640943293378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PP9AVcY9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gA4SfiPZwwQ/s1600-h/18012008394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PP9AVcY9I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gA4SfiPZwwQ/s320/18012008394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157694645238260690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PP9QVcY-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/f7_jzMNhGPw/s1600-h/18012008395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PP9QVcY-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/f7_jzMNhGPw/s320/18012008395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157694649533228002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWEEEEE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PPNQVcY5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Jw4s2NLPe5g/s1600-h/18012008390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PPNQVcY5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Jw4s2NLPe5g/s320/18012008390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157693824899507090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...SOMMEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cottage is built for runaway couples. From jacuzzi, to a king sized-teddy-beared bed, to a wonderfully furred-coated sofa, and a CD-player with a pre-requisite romantic CD provided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PP9wVcY_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/GEcQwOhnBmc/s1600-h/18012008396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PP9wVcY_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/GEcQwOhnBmc/s320/18012008396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157694658123162610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even got its own fire place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PPNgVcY6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/w-w_IJju_iU/s1600-h/18012008391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PPNgVcY6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/w-w_IJju_iU/s320/18012008391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157693829194474402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i unpacked, and cleaned myself up, it was already clipping 8:30 p.m. I went to the restaurant cum reception for a relaxing dessert and a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PQpQVcZAI/AAAAAAAAAco/zg6btbKyTas/s1600-h/18012008397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PQpQVcZAI/AAAAAAAAAco/zg6btbKyTas/s320/18012008397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157695405447472130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true showing of a country side lifestyle, the pub right opposite the cottage had a group of young boys and girls singing song, drinking booze and playing the guitar. It was really a deja-vu moment, or rather, a familliar sight you only get to see in the city. Richmond itself its like, a desolate state out of nowhere. Its orchard everywhere, and just out of nowhere, a patch of civilization living around the area.&lt;br /&gt;Being the only Asian there was just truly a perk. You can easily join into the crowd and talk with them. Albeit claims of racism coming from aborigines or some local, i have been truly lucky never to be in any of such situation yet.&lt;br /&gt;I get to play the guitar, and people singing along with it. Drinking good ol' beer, wine, hard liquor, singing and just talking out loud was just little things i dont imagine myself doing 6 months ago back in Malaysia. Of course, you get those in a more commercialized environment a.k.a Clubs, but having this celebration vintage style was a true eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, before i forget, i do have a video of the room, so to let you guys know how the ambience is all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SftVvY-Re9Y&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SftVvY-Re9Y&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PSdQVcZLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JOOu8X4kiUI/s1600-h/19012008409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PSdQVcZLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JOOu8X4kiUI/s320/19012008409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157697398312297650" border="0" /&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bed quite late, i remembered that dad called at about 11. I think, i slept at about 1 a.m. i think. But i remember waking up with a serious hangover. The owner of the cottage provided me with the best of services i've ever received in a long time, that i decided to tip him big time. It was worth everything anyways. Penny wise pound foolish? Nah, just appreciative of the finer things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5aBewVcZTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/w22hhBpoQOI/s1600-h/Photo+59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5aBewVcZTI/AAAAAAAAAfA/w22hhBpoQOI/s320/Photo+59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158452788570383666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've got his contact number and the next time i be there, he'll give me a good deal out of it. I mean, the accomodation was already an alright deal, and he gave me free wine, free dessert, free breakfast and a wake up call to come with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few pictures were taken the very next day at the Botanical Garden in Hobart City itself. It's a really cooling and beautiful place to be in. Spacious, fantastic scenery, good landscape, and plenty of walking space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PTPAVcZPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TKCX3CLiWMQ/s1600-h/19012008414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PTPAVcZPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TKCX3CLiWMQ/s320/19012008414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157698253010789618" border="0" /&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PTPQVcZQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/lkmv-YS2TwA/s1600-h/19012008416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PTPQVcZQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/lkmv-YS2TwA/s320/19012008416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157698257305756930" border="0" /&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PQpwVcZBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9E7zxg0IuWM/s1600-h/19012008398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PQpwVcZBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9E7zxg0IuWM/s320/19012008398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157695414037406738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PQqQVcZCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ZqpWFn8gw58/s1600-h/19012008399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PQqQVcZCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ZqpWFn8gw58/s320/19012008399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157695422627341346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PQqwVcZDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xgAmOWGsMYM/s1600-h/19012008400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PQqwVcZDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xgAmOWGsMYM/s320/19012008400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157695431217275954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PQrAVcZEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/gN0KtHJuEs8/s1600-h/19012008401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PQrAVcZEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/gN0KtHJuEs8/s320/19012008401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157695435512243266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, this Tasmania trip was a bit exhaustive due to the fact that i had to be on site working friday till Saturday. But it was really an experience that was worthwhile. I mean, from the moment i took a cab to Melbourne, and the very moment i took a cab back from airport, it was pretty eventful and i get to meet with all this peculiar people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PTPgVcZRI/AAAAAAAAAew/elO5Cf7-ZKk/s1600-h/19012008417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PTPgVcZRI/AAAAAAAAAew/elO5Cf7-ZKk/s320/19012008417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157698261600724242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, feels pretty much happy to be back home, and i brought home 5kg of apricots, courtesy of them generous people. Now it will be my turn to get sick of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-3419666194611058372?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3419666194611058372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3419666194611058372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3419666194611058372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3419666194611058372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-people-mention-about-tasmania.html' title='What Happens In Tasmania, Stays In Tasmania'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R5PPMQVcY2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/XwOe-4ciezA/s72-c/17012008370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5645483126980531443</id><published>2008-01-13T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:11:53.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY BALLS!!!</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another side note, who wants to hear love stories from this old uncle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5645483126980531443?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5645483126980531443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5645483126980531443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5645483126980531443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5645483126980531443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-my-balls.html' title='OH MY BALLS!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5920844140076805074</id><published>2008-01-07T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:38:01.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not Mahatma Gandhi, Neither Are My Parents</title><content type='html'>With the latest surge in the current politic madness that is going on in Malaysia, i cannot contain the sense of confusion that is clouding my thoughts. I haven't had myself induced with so many political issues in Malaysia this few days than the past 5-8 years. Politic has always been a taboo word in school. As kids, we talk about the latest tamaguchi we have, the number of bottle caps we have, the girls we have a crush on, running around the school field in a game of police and thief. The thought that the current government is the best, or if my memory served me right, i don't even know what a government was, what they do, and was our government political philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i reach the end of high school, my dad exposed me to the wonders of Malaysia. His rampant anger and discontentment with the policies the government has been using got me curious. Soon, the "Why" disease started to creep all over me. It became a normal discussion between a father and son. No longer do we talk on where to eat, how the food was, but rather, what is the government's latest doing, the things the government has been doing, the questionable red tapes that has been billed and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 18 year old girl here has an experience that i believe will give you guys the dark insight of malaysian police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quaintly.net/2007/12/08/bersih-cekap-amanah-or-something-like-that-lah/#comments" target="_new"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing some that likes to give rebuttals, it is understood that every thing has its evil side, but one must know to a certain extend, how far this can be dragged on. I live in an area where it is pre-dominantly populated by malay's. I grew up being influenced by malay friends,  had an open relationship with a few of them girls, live malay, talk malay. There has never been a prejudicial remark i make when it comes to races, but like in every case, there is good and bad for everything, but never have i felt so angered by the things that has been implemented by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01vV0P7KMJ4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01vV0P7KMJ4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVtY8MTWSjI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVtY8MTWSjI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4joFEtOG5nE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4joFEtOG5nE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 When you have a politician kiss a keris, and then say that it will be spilt by chinese blood, what'd you reckon of the politician? What more he's on line to be the prime minister of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Action speaks louder than words, well in this case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K40OV3jMYN8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K40OV3jMYN8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other case, there has been so many promises made by the BN (Barisan National) coalition when they were vying for votes before the 2004 elections. A few months after winning by a landslide, all this promises were seemed to be long gone. Action speaks louder than words. A mismatched situation where an action needs to be done, not done. On the other hand an action that wasn't needed, was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Election commissioner saga. Extending the age limit for election commissioner, knowingly Mr Rashid is already at the retirement age pretty much sums up the failure of the BERSIH rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Lingam tape conversation&lt;br /&gt;#5 PKFZ scenario on how millions and millions were spent to buy out a freezone, only for it NOT to be developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 So on, so forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading a particular headline in a newspaper one fine day, where a minister "condemned" students that do not return to Malaysia after graduation. It was particularly aimed at medicine students that studied abroad and never returned. Of course, the agenda for newspapers that week was the shortage in doctors in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents have no second thoughts to send their kids overseas even if it is financial burdening They are no Mahatma Gandhi, but they too think for the future of their sons and daughters. It's hard not to think long and hard the way that things are done back in Malaysia. Only 1-5% parents believe that it'll be good to stay in Malaysia, while majority others have no choice but to educate children within the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is a land of potential. We have natural resources, virtually safe from natural disasters, and relatively a stable country with a tropical season throughout the year. But unless a reform is done economically and politically, other countries will be growing exponentially while we stagnant ourselves to a snail like growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are unhappy with things are at the moment, why not you stay and make your voice heard", some may say. Sadly, but truly, i do not see in any foreseeable future that this country will be governed by a political party that for once, let democracy and a true fair justice reign. With all the talks about democracy and justice in political service, add the latest protests into the picture, i still don't see how the current political government will NOT win the next election. The election commissioner saga...? That was a blatant political move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i need to move out from this politically emotional posts. This is corrupting my blog. No pun intended&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5920844140076805074?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5920844140076805074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5920844140076805074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5920844140076805074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5920844140076805074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-not-mahatma-gandhi-neither-are-my.html' title='I Am Not Mahatma Gandhi, Neither Are My Parents'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-7040405541563219333</id><published>2008-01-04T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T09:04:58.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End 2007 with a bang, Start 2008 with a bang</title><content type='html'>The world celebrated the end of 2007 with a bang.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This type of bang.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31UigVcY1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LlkTgoUeb6s/s1600-h/01012008361.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31UigVcY1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LlkTgoUeb6s/s320/01012008361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151366500553876306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With tens of thousands of people flocking Yarra River here in Melbourne, fireworks of massive proportion were released to the amazement and excitement of the new year dwellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, i read about how Malaysia celebrated 2008, with their different version of &lt;a href="http://mib-loggers.blogspot.com/2008/01/health-minister-cum-porn-star.html"&gt;bang&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What impresses me most about this celebration, is the level of preparation that was yielded for this new year's even day. The stretch from swanston street to Flinders was closed and there were lanes on the road that help conjure pedestrians to the Yarra River to witness a mind-blowing fireworks display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily 500,000 in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RpwVcYzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YM2HSvVLUs0/s1600-h/31122007358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RpwVcYzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YM2HSvVLUs0/s320/31122007358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151363326573044530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can almost guess the nationality of the girls in the above picture even before looking at their faces. I mean, who else does that pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RqAVcY0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/wHoG87a6N6A/s1600-h/01012008363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RqAVcY0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/wHoG87a6N6A/s320/01012008363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151363330868011842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYE dwellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RJAVcYuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/g87B9riCDCE/s1600-h/01012008362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RJAVcYuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/g87B9riCDCE/s320/01012008362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151362763932328674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYE dwellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RJgVcYvI/AAAAAAAAAag/qF8xOvRNv80/s1600-h/01012008364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RJgVcYvI/AAAAAAAAAag/qF8xOvRNv80/s320/01012008364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151362772522263282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYE dwellers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RJwVcYwI/AAAAAAAAAao/D8Dsu2Z5h00/s1600-h/31122007352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RJwVcYwI/AAAAAAAAAao/D8Dsu2Z5h00/s320/31122007352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151362776817230594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RKAVcYxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/bHL-yAKXjCM/s1600-h/31122007354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RKAVcYxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/bHL-yAKXjCM/s320/31122007354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151362781112197906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwellers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RKgVcYyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/wbQRN2T4f5c/s1600-h/31122007355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31RKgVcYyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/wbQRN2T4f5c/s320/31122007355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151362789702132514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside on that day, was the scorching hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;The termometer clipped 42 degrees throughout the afternoon, and it cooled off to about 38 degrees at night. It was so hot, that we actually tried frying an egg outside of our house. Yes, the egg was slightly cooked, but we didnt bother eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/national/scorcher-leaves-hundreds-seeing-stars/2008/01/01/1198949779778.html"&gt;EXTREMELY, hot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Ecs6ugtPTE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Ecs6ugtPTE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the crude and ackward positioning of the camera. Initial countdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZYf2deHK1k&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZYf2deHK1k&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftermath. Melbourne's littered with vandalism and mafia-wannabe youths. Police did a good job controlling the crowd, arrest were at a low 541.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm 4 days late for this posts, but everyday is a new year to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution : more blog post....agree?&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/9473376-7040405541563219333?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/7040405541563219333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=7040405541563219333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7040405541563219333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7040405541563219333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-2007-with-bang-start-2008-with-bang.html' title='End 2007 with a bang, Start 2008 with a bang'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R31UigVcY1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LlkTgoUeb6s/s72-c/01012008361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3371243739066375418</id><published>2007-12-31T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:28:40.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetish - Orange</title><content type='html'>Orange is the colour of life. Maybe, or maybe not. Inspired by my very first orange gadget, orange products, be it shirt, shoes, blanket, pillow, towel, or even pencil has been the colour of things around me.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to share the orange love&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fPvwVcYlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/E329UcSt1sY/s1600-h/31122007341.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fPvwVcYlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/E329UcSt1sY/s320/31122007341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149813118257095250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll start off with this orange towel that provides the protection for my macbook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fPwgVcYmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZOsjLwrGU6g/s1600-h/31122007348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fPwgVcYmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZOsjLwrGU6g/s320/31122007348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149813131141997154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is pretty random, but somehow i have this orange pencil with me. No, i didn't buy it, i accidentally found it somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fPwwVcYnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nSv0OZ8SXNs/s1600-h/31122007343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fPwwVcYnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nSv0OZ8SXNs/s320/31122007343.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149813135436964466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bright "shirt" for my bed. Well at least when i wake up, i feel "brightened" up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fPxAVcYoI/AAAAAAAAAZo/r6FOuz50aK8/s1600-h/31122007346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fPxAVcYoI/AAAAAAAAAZo/r6FOuz50aK8/s320/31122007346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149813139731931778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My orange crocs, accompanied by my orange adidas futsal shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fPxQVcYpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/b3eY9c-Wews/s1600-h/31122007347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fPxQVcYpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/b3eY9c-Wews/s320/31122007347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149813144026899090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my other orange adidas basketball shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fQbwVcYqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jAlnyGHc3qM/s1600-h/31122007342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fQbwVcYqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jAlnyGHc3qM/s320/31122007342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149813874171339426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My orange notebook cum backpack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fQcAVcYrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SLpsIdrvc4g/s1600-h/31122007344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fQcAVcYrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SLpsIdrvc4g/s320/31122007344.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149813878466306738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Badminton bag, orange in colour. (My couzie and family gave it to me, how ironic, that the colour is also orange)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fQcQVcYsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gOVGPYoYA14/s1600-h/31122007345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fQcQVcYsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gOVGPYoYA14/s320/31122007345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149813882761274050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orange cup, no, i didn't buy it, the landlord provided us with a range of coloured cups. Fate landed this orange cup in my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, it all started with this car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fQcgVcYtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dFmboNwjrpI/s1600-h/31122007349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fQcgVcYtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dFmboNwjrpI/s320/31122007349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149813887056241362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2007 cheers for the end of 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/9473376-3371243739066375418?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3371243739066375418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3371243739066375418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3371243739066375418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3371243739066375418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/12/fetish-orange.html' title='Fetish - Orange'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3fPvwVcYlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/E329UcSt1sY/s72-c/31122007341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-8875472967451897670</id><published>2007-12-30T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T02:46:39.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day FRENZY</title><content type='html'>26th December, or popularly known as Boxing/Tsunami Day, is no ordinary day for Australians. Of course, that being a fact that i celebrate my birthday on 26th makes it ever sweeter. This celebration slightly deviates from the usual celebration. Waking up to SMSes, calls, wishes, preparing for birthday parties, and et cetera. Instead, i woke up at 6 a.m, headed to the bus loop with my good pals for a shopping spree in &lt;a href="http://chadstone.com.au/"&gt;Chadstone.&lt;/a&gt;. Trading hours were extended , with trading hours from 7 a.m all the day till 11 p.m. They had 24 hours trading on the 23-24th, in which the centre doesn't close.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've all had a certain amount of anticipation, knowing that almost all the stores will concurrently have a 30-50% discount on products. We also know that the crowd will be massive. That was why, being a bit &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;, we decided to be the first batch to enter the mall at 7 a.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were, actually 5 minutes late. We reached Chadstone shopping mall at 7:05, and there were already crowds and herds of people on almost all the stores that were opened. The parking bays were already near 80% filled.  We. Could. Not. Believe. What. Was. Going. On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, majority of the crowd were Asians, speaks for itself. The first shop that we entered was Armani Exchange and we saw an assload of Asians, especially those from HK/China flocking, talking, and trying the shirts like there is no tomorrow. In an incident, there was a lady that even had a walkie talkie. Mock, we did. Laugh, we hide. Only later did we find out that the reason why walkie talkie's were used is due to the congestion of the network tower that was closest to Chadstone. Nobody could make any outbound or receive inbound calls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are really experience shoppers. Or rather, kiasu's that happens to stalk at all the sales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of this verbosity. Some pictures, to illustrate this shopping phenomena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aUlAVcYhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/nlHnl7Vivno/s1600-h/26122007327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aUlAVcYhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/nlHnl7Vivno/s320/26122007327.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149466587410752018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aUlgVcYiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0FaAVPWQxls/s1600-h/26122007328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aUlgVcYiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0FaAVPWQxls/s320/26122007328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149466596000686626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aUlwVcYjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8jL6jGGGD-w/s1600-h/26122007329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aUlwVcYjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8jL6jGGGD-w/s320/26122007329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149466600295653938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aNuwVcYaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/MlouDqUiPa4/s1600-h/26122007324.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: none;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aNuwVcYaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/MlouDqUiPa4/s320/26122007324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149459058333082018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess had a 50% sales, storewide, on ALL the products. The attraction seemed to pull in people to queue up to just enter the store. Upon entrance, you'll see a long queue of people wanting just to pay for the product. My friend was the 2nd batch into the store, (7:30 a.m), and she had to queue up for 45 mins just to pay for the goods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first roundup of goods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aNvQVcYbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/OEHqQkSjzYI/s1600-h/26122007330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aNvQVcYbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/OEHqQkSjzYI/s320/26122007330.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149459066923016626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only lasted 7 hours, my leg could no longer carry me any further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home at about 4 p.m, a short nap turned out to be my sleep till the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was contemplating round two later that night, but oversleeping killed the mood off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, i ended up going for rnd 2 the next day, and got myself some other stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aNvgVcYcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/YDrzDRSaY7Q/s1600-h/27122007331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aNvgVcYcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/YDrzDRSaY7Q/s320/27122007331.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149459071217983938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aNvwVcYdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oJRw8eJLVk8/s1600-h/27122007335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aNvwVcYdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oJRw8eJLVk8/s320/27122007335.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149459075512951250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess instead of people celebrating and buying presents for me, this has to be one way of celebrating, buy yourself presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seriously, seriously contemplating round 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-8875472967451897670?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/8875472967451897670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=8875472967451897670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8875472967451897670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8875472967451897670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/12/boxing-day-frenzy.html' title='Boxing Day FRENZY'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3aUlAVcYhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/nlHnl7Vivno/s72-c/26122007327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-4747977321660574133</id><published>2007-12-25T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:51:08.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Entries'/><title type='text'>Early Birthday, Christmas Eve, Fine Dining</title><content type='html'>Christmas, is the time where we put aside our problems, enjoy ourself, relax and just indulge in the spirit of holidays. Its more than just Christmas during the month of December. I get to celebrate my birthday right after Christmas itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BT1QVcYLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ex14vc0GNr8/s1600-h/18122007293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BT1QVcYLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ex14vc0GNr8/s320/18122007293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147706548467556530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual christmas celebration for the past 8 years has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, Christmas Service&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, Roam around at home&lt;br /&gt;Night, dinner at uncle's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in view of my trip here in Australia, i guess a change in plan was in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, well, there isn't really much of a morning since i woke up like, 11-12 p.m. Blame the night out the day before&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, English style Christmas celebration at my director's place. A real taste of English lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Night, my friends and I prepared a lavish meal. Lots of dishes. Of course, the pictures will be put up once he wakes up from his slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave the Christmas celebration for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was planned, that my friends here in Australia were to celebrate a wonderful christmas eve fine dining. We scouted for a restaurant that has a nice environment. We landed in this restaurant called The Brasserie, in Crown Melbourne. French style, madamoiselle beauty. (??)&lt;div&gt;Fine dining does bring about a class of service above the rest. A properly ordered cutlery set. A sommelier to best recommend a wine, an ambience that you only get in 5 star hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BXZAVcYRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/R7T7u89SUkE/s1600-h/P1040228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BXZAVcYRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/R7T7u89SUkE/s320/P1040228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147710461182763282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a good setup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food took unusually long to prepare, but we were pleased with what we got when it arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BVYwVcYMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/v0JyvgppeV4/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BVYwVcYMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/v0JyvgppeV4/s320/DSC02075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147708257864540354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was something i had. Lamb Medley. A combination of lamb, roast duck, king prawn, served in a gravy that i have no idea what its called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BVZAVcYNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rjjjlPonPBc/s1600-h/DSC02076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BVZAVcYNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rjjjlPonPBc/s320/DSC02076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147708262159507666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A yummy Roast Rabbit that was served in awesome barbeque sauce. No, i doubt the rabbit was cute because the food was fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BVZQVcYOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/gopbDukfL8E/s1600-h/DSC02077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BVZQVcYOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/gopbDukfL8E/s320/DSC02077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147708266454474978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By far, in my opinion, the most awesome looking rib beef i've gazed my eyes on in a long time. And it was suprising that the guys didn't ordered any of this dishes. Girls were drooling all over steak, lamb, and all those cute little rabbit dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BVZgVcYPI/AAAAAAAAAWg/PQFjRPFLa0Y/s1600-h/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BVZgVcYPI/AAAAAAAAAWg/PQFjRPFLa0Y/s320/DSC02078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147708270749442290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken Valley, served in a bowl, mixed with a slight amount of chili flakes to feisten up the taste. Was told that this was a good dish too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BVZwVcYQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0xLEGAJ149o/s1600-h/DSC02079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BVZwVcYQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0xLEGAJ149o/s320/DSC02079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147708275044409602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tasmanian Salmon, with a little mixture of alcohol in it. It does look awfully fresh. Good dish for those that tend to go on a "cleaner" side for a meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed out the Barramundi fish dish. I should have taken a picture of the guy that ate that dish, and the dish itself. Probably, we should even video it because it took him a whole 5 mins to gulp out that fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to my conscious nature of suprise, my friends decided to go against the idea of suprising me on the 26th itself, so they planned to get me a cake, bring it out, and sing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happy_Birthday_to_You"&gt;the song&lt;/a&gt; after dinner. Somehow, somewhere, the waitress screwed up and i heard her saying, "So you want us to bring the cake out now".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry to blow your cover people, she spoke just too loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BXZQVcYSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/G7KHDEKQjGM/s1600-h/P1040238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BXZQVcYSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/G7KHDEKQjGM/s320/P1040238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147710465477730594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BXZgVcYTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ozj3ajAKP1Q/s1600-h/P1040239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BXZgVcYTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ozj3ajAKP1Q/s320/P1040239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147710469772697906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a video of the sparkling "candles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6KdFt1fIj3I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6KdFt1fIj3I&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was still bad, by summer standard. The weather was a total disgrace to summer to be honest. It was 12 degrees. The girls were freezing, and the guys were trying to act cool being able to resist the cool wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The restaurant was located just by the river bank. We took some time and snap &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; (redundant) photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BX3wVcYVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gP9w7tRDfRI/s1600-h/DSC02098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BX3wVcYVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gP9w7tRDfRI/s320/DSC02098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147710989463740754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BX4AVcYWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9_S7z7dI7Mw/s1600-h/DSC02106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BX4AVcYWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9_S7z7dI7Mw/s320/DSC02106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147710993758708066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruined picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BX4QVcYXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/o81_L3L4I20/s1600-h/DSC02111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BX4QVcYXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/o81_L3L4I20/s320/DSC02111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147710998053675378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruined picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BX4QVcYYI/AAAAAAAAAXo/eb-4jHd-TIQ/s1600-h/DSC02112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BX4QVcYYI/AAAAAAAAAXo/eb-4jHd-TIQ/s320/DSC02112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147710998053675394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BX4wVcYZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BMY1kcGh9dA/s1600-h/P1040223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BX4wVcYZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BMY1kcGh9dA/s320/P1040223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147711006643610002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph the...yellow nose human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BXaAVcYUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CZ-Cr-bv4V4/s1600-h/P1040251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BXaAVcYUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CZ-Cr-bv4V4/s320/P1040251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147710478362632514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a good experience i would say. MERRY CHRISTMAS Everyone..albeit a late one. &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/9473376-4747977321660574133?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/4747977321660574133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=4747977321660574133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4747977321660574133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4747977321660574133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/12/early-birthday-christmas-eve-fine.html' title='Early Birthday, Christmas Eve, Fine Dining'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R3BT1QVcYLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ex14vc0GNr8/s72-c/18122007293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5214073816924963092</id><published>2007-12-25T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:56:33.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very "women-like" weather</title><content type='html'>Australia, or rather Melbourne, is a state well known for its volatile weather. The calendar reads 20th December, middle of December. It should be summer. No, it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; summer. I HATE summer. Reason? Flies. But, that aside.. Melbourne was torn apart by rain last week. For us Malaysians, the storm is a normal phenomena, and we are usually well prepared for it. We have huge ass gutters, we have great piping system, and we are just well equipped to deal with flood. (S.M.A.R.T Tunnel...Joke?)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One full blast of rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_evwVcYEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7a3hE57jc4E/s1600-h/20122007298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_evwVcYEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7a3hE57jc4E/s320/20122007298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147577811117826114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_ewQVcYFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/fRQg2t8rqJg/s1600-h/20122007299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_ewQVcYFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/fRQg2t8rqJg/s320/20122007299.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147577819707760722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_ewgVcYGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/d557_Lz02DQ/s1600-h/20122007300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_ewgVcYGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/d557_Lz02DQ/s320/20122007300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147577824002728034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EFFECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_eHgVcYDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/59G0KhVmrWk/s1600-h/20122007297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_eHgVcYDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/59G0KhVmrWk/s320/20122007297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147577119628091442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My usual routine would be to head directly for the train in Oakleigh. There is an underpassage that passengers have to go through before coming out of the train station. The passage was slightly below the road level. Melbourne, a country that is at Level 3 water rationing, had people praying for heavy rain, but when you ask for things that you cannot cope with, this is what happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_ewwVcYHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/y_nDxbtlPWQ/s1600-h/20122007302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_ewwVcYHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/y_nDxbtlPWQ/s320/20122007302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147577828297695346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, the whole CONNEX service line was delayed. No, sorry, NOT delayed, but they have to cancel ALL the train services around Melbourne.  Roads were flooded, people were flocking around train/bus station, busses and cars stalled everywhere, there were extremely high volume of people that were stranded in Oakleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_exAVcYII/AAAAAAAAAVo/shAuEoMIHLI/s1600-h/20122007303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_exAVcYII/AAAAAAAAAVo/shAuEoMIHLI/s320/20122007303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147577832592662658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A usual 30 mins trip back home, was extended to an hour half. &lt;div&gt;Melbourne wasn't prepared for this freak weather. The place where i worked at, had the gutter so filled up with water, that it overflowed onto the upper ceiling, causing not only leakage, but the whole upper wall to collapse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our supplies of ribbon, data systems were rendered useless. We worked extra long to clean up the mess, and that was a day before our long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_fxwVcYJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4v4m9COV4Nc/s1600-h/20122007304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_fxwVcYJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4v4m9COV4Nc/s320/20122007304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147578944989192338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traffic was horrible throughout Melbourne. Suprising to find Melb's to be so patient. There were rare honking, and people were not trying to cut queue to get the shortest path home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_fyAVcYKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ESpdZLPEQHo/s1600-h/20122007306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_fyAVcYKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ESpdZLPEQHo/s320/20122007306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147578949284159650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained continuously throughout the weekend, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and even today (Monday). Wonderful prelude to a Christmas celebration. Cooling 15 degrees temperature to make Christmas a great day to celebrate. Its 9 degrees at the moment, the lowest ever in about a month. No flies, no sweat, and plenty of relaxing time sitting outside the porch looking the stars, looking at the artistic cloud shapes, listening to jazz music and pondering about future.&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/9473376-5214073816924963092?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5214073816924963092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5214073816924963092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5214073816924963092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5214073816924963092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/12/very-women-like-weather.html' title='A very &quot;women-like&quot; weather'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R2_evwVcYEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7a3hE57jc4E/s72-c/20122007298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3110972779556866097</id><published>2007-12-17T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:19:17.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addition to the royal family..</title><content type='html'>Her Royal Highness, Princess Leia has arrived. The brothers jubilate at the arrival of Her Highness. 17th December 2007, 8 p.m AEST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-3110972779556866097?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3110972779556866097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3110972779556866097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3110972779556866097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3110972779556866097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/12/addition-to-royal-family.html' title='Addition to the royal family..'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5250314220321504259</id><published>2007-12-12T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:52:52.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mib-loggers.blogspot.com/"&gt;WE ARE HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've spent quite sometime with the layout and coming out with great ideas for entries. We hope that as much as we enjoy writing it, you guys will enjoy reading it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO CLICK &lt;a href="http://mib-loggers.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mib-loggers.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mib-loggers.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mib-loggers.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mib-loggers.blogspot.com/"&gt;AND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mib-loggers.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5250314220321504259?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5250314220321504259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5250314220321504259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5250314220321504259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5250314220321504259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-finally-here.html' title='ITS HERE!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3268134888751609943</id><published>2007-12-09T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:03:41.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never know</title><content type='html'>That there are quite a few people reading my blog...people i wouldn't expect. My friends from utopia, my friends from denmark, sweden.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to chase after traffic hits, that my blog entries were obnoxious. Interesting, but obnoxious. Whenever i blog now, i've got to think of the audience that reads my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting to see that my comment box is not filled, if only everyone that reads my blog comments...now that's a good christmas gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real bored at work, so i was just exploring some of the N73 camera. Was suprised with the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R1rN_18wqyI/AAAAAAAAARU/knObBDztBb0/s1600-h/07122007282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R1rN_18wqyI/AAAAAAAAARU/knObBDztBb0/s320/07122007282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141648421294222114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a handphone camera, i find that above average. Now, what i need is a female model...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**starts the search**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-3268134888751609943?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3268134888751609943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3268134888751609943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3268134888751609943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3268134888751609943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-never-know.html' title='I never know'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R1rN_18wqyI/AAAAAAAAARU/knObBDztBb0/s72-c/07122007282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-4471974682526576361</id><published>2007-12-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:45:10.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Hummingbird</title><content type='html'>Awesome pub&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head over&lt;a href="http://theredhummingbird.com"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to see the awesome layout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday lissss. My awesome and beautiful cousin sister who is graduating this year as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-4471974682526576361?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/4471974682526576361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=4471974682526576361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4471974682526576361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4471974682526576361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/12/red-hummingbird.html' title='The Red Hummingbird'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5449259528621994681</id><published>2007-11-30T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:59:18.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently in the office, running out of idea on how to program a telnet server. ...anyhow....I was told by several of my friend that i have multiple personality, something i concur, partly. Schizophrenia has got to do with personality disorder, but some reports said that mutation was involve, its like human form when there is no moonlight, and wolf when there is moonlight. Here are some snapshots of the mutated me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet....Ong Han Tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R0-HkdVQg8I/AAAAAAAAARE/OZvm-Ul3qoo/s1600-R/Photo+63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R0-HkdVQg8I/AAAAAAAAARE/vyx0Q9ks5nI/s320/Photo+63.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138474760271856578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports say that he/she is about 50 years ago. But there was minor contradiction by the his friends that says that he is an old man/woman in a body of a young man/woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, meet Ong Wan Nohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R0-HlNVQg9I/AAAAAAAAARM/5Uhp0WcW1cg/s1600-R/Photo+62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R0-HlNVQg9I/AAAAAAAAARM/rHPZ56Dq-7k/s320/Photo+62.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138474773156758482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speculated to breath through one nose, there were minor reports that states that he once had both his eyes joined together, only for private and traditional doctors in Tibet perform a ritual act to separate the eyes. Whilst others dread at the sight of Han Tee, hundreds of people horde towards Wan Nohs when he is around. Legend says that his symmetrical moles brings good luck and fertility to those who touches it. But in order to do so, they would need to do it simutaneously on both sides. (Works for both male and female)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i mutate....well, once i finish programming i will post an elaborate story on what people reported&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5449259528621994681?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5449259528621994681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5449259528621994681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5449259528621994681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5449259528621994681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-currently-in-office-running-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R0-HkdVQg8I/AAAAAAAAARE/vyx0Q9ks5nI/s72-c/Photo+63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-7712924060294153160</id><published>2007-11-25T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T08:56:20.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It comes to no suprise that i find working environment in Australia much tolerable than those in Malaysia. You might say I am shallow, but i find it so much more comfortable when i get to work in an environment that is so relaxed and cultured. Of course i am not saying that the big companies back in Malaysia isn't cultured, but i believe a fair bit of credit has to be given to the education system in this caucasian countries. Malaysia self proclaims to be a democratic country, but the actions that the government practices suggests otherwise. Have i not seen much more of a bullshit statement being made by a minister on an internationalized TV network such as Al-Jazeera, have i not seen such control of the secular media in a democratic country, not to mention, the policies that has been implemented, suggesting that this is far from a democratic country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many informations has been shielded from the community back in Malaysia, little to none exposure in terms of politics and how a country governs really does doubts whether we are geared to modernization, or we are plainly turning back time. We really have to question and think, as democratic countries slowly modernize their countries, Malaysia is one of the little ones that i believe are squealing to travel back in time. NEP, New Economic Policy as its called, it's an initiative act that was done after the May 13 incident, but that was when computers could barely store 3 mb worth of songs. That being said and done, i am personally not rooting for the oppositions to win the upcoming general election, but i am rather wanting the current government to know that they can't just sit back and expect to win the election year in and year out. It is the people that "reigns" in this country. Taking things for granted, implementing stupid red tapes, appointing ministers that cannot even speak proper and grammatically right english is just one of the detrimental things that the government can ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of having newspaper if all they ever do is put up news day in day out about murders, rape, and other crime acts that people could have care less. All this are inevitable, and it isn't news. It's a norm. It happens in Malaysia, it happens in Switzerland, it happens in France. I'm less impressed knowing that the media has so much power, yet they are not fully utilizing it. If there is one thing that government should do in gearing towards modernization/freedom of speech/democracy, is to stop regulating the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has to be exposed, so much has to be told, so much has to be made known. This few youtube video's should let you guys have a look see, and feel of how a parliament meeting is being conducted. Mind you, this are 30-70 lads that are supposed to be the politicians that affects the government's stances, whether it be financial, education, human rights, and et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont feel comfortable being governed by a prime minister who remarried one and half years after the wife's death, who so coincidentally was the wife of Abdullah's late wife's younger brother, and also under a deputy prime minister, who is an acclaimed womanizer with loads of scandals with model and celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know BN will still win the current election, Malaysia's political stand is no where near Australia (Labor's won, Kevin Rudd). Lets just wait upon the upcoming general election&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nice ways to take photos....from the camera itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R0jH4KRgQYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0u4C8eheHR8/s1600-h/22112007260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R0jH4KRgQYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0u4C8eheHR8/s320/22112007260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136575142660424066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And from photo booth itself...(computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R0jH4aRgQZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AKnDHIERuVI/s1600-h/Photo+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R0jH4aRgQZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AKnDHIERuVI/s320/Photo+41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136575146955391378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-7712924060294153160?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/7712924060294153160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=7712924060294153160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7712924060294153160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7712924060294153160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-comes-to-no-suprise-that-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R0jH4KRgQYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0u4C8eheHR8/s72-c/22112007260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3290016598141749551</id><published>2007-11-09T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:38:19.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sleeping.</title><content type='html'>Every now and then, people ask me how i survive on just 12 hours of sleep in a week. It never fails to amaze me how i can do that as well. Well, my friends will know well that those sleepless days are usually substituted with hours of sleep when those sleepless nights aren't necessary.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sleep like a pig. Literally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past 3 weeks, i have had weeks where i do not sleep for 3-4 days in a row, and there are days where i sleep for at least 12-18 hours per day. I dont have a sleeping routine, all thanks to the melbourne's weird weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only study at night, but the night is all too short. The sun rises at 5 a.m, and sets at 8 at night. I've really lost the equilibrium of sleep. Not knowing when is your usual sleeping and waking up time is one heck of a cool ordeal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams and assignment contributes to this, but most importantly, knowing that you can only do this during university life is one of the main factor that drives me to enjoy such sleeping routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course this is lifestyle is entirely different than those of mine when i was in Malaysia. Classes at 8 am, back home at 5 p.m. Football till 7 p.m. Dinner at 7:30, chinese series from 9:30 to 10:30, futsal from 10 p.m to 1 a.m, cyber cafe session from 1 a.m to 2 a.m, mamak @ 2:30 a.m to 3:30 a.m, so on and so forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Substitute futsal with clubbing on Monday, Friday, Saturday, and you have Jon's Journal right at the palm of your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well if you want sleepless nights, you've got to have redbull as your best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RzM7OWkIoWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NfkdVhI7xxY/s1600-h/Photo+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RzM7OWkIoWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NfkdVhI7xxY/s320/Photo+28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130509518266474850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-3290016598141749551?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3290016598141749551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3290016598141749551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3290016598141749551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3290016598141749551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-sleeping.html' title='Not sleeping.'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RzM7OWkIoWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NfkdVhI7xxY/s72-c/Photo+28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3537953174198147728</id><published>2007-11-04T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T09:15:42.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship?</title><content type='html'>Relationship seems to be a taboo word. Or so it seemed..? Living through the past and present, i've seen and realized that same pattern that is being really redundant (like this sentence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Ry0TlPverPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5-_PKGdS7BM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Ry0TlPverPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5-_PKGdS7BM/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128777081246625010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Row 1, represents the first month in relationship, and the Y-axis represents the relationship bar status. Of course, the values are general. But patterns don't run off course. Yes, verified, certified. I rarely, or never see a couple that has always been on the 80% level consistently in their relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first 3-5 months are usually the golden period, or what i call the "intimacy period". Thats when you see them being all cuddly, loving, nice and all. As time past, there will be a time where trust, tolerance tends to deviate off course. Guys, or girls will tend to ask for privacy, or ask for a breathing space if needed. We can see a slow deterioration in the relationship. Nevertheless, this is the make or break point in all relationship. You either make it past it, and sustain another golden period, or you break. A point where the relationship just breaks off, literally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes an extraordinary sacrifice to make a relationship work out. It can be from the male side, or from the female side. Nevertheless, it takes two to make things work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male hogging, or female hogging, thats the worse disease one can get. Once you reach this level, your almost certain that things would not work out for the good. Of course this wont' just happen from the female side, some male, i know personally, they can hog their girlfriends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the majority, i see it happening from the female side. No, i am not sexism. My friends that knows me well enough, can vouch for me as someone that puts respect and high regards for females.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably thats what some people lack. Some guys think that they are the man of the world, they should do this, they should do that, women should stay at home, and loads of bullshit that originates along that line of idea. As much as i'm against the idea of having a women's movement, i just don't see why traditions has brought us to such conclusion, that men should overrule over girl. True, men should be leader of the house, but i find no right theory for men to supress the females. I hate flipping through the Malaysian newspaper. Why? Simply because they like to report on rape cases, which happen oh so often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Single&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will be one rape case reported, and hundreds that are gone unnoticed. That brings me back to the topic. Relationship should sometimes be the male making the move, making the decision, but that doesn't mean they will have total control and ego over what they do. Every time i look in a successful relationship, one of the main recipe besides money, is tolerance, and understanding. A simple and relatively understood word, but never comes into practice in majority of the relationship. I'm not a keen person in breaking relationships. Many times, i've seen relationships falling apart, and many times i've tried my best in helping them to salvage, only to understand the concept, to solve a problem, you've got to go all the way to the root of it. If there's no understanding, no toleration, no responsibility, and no sacrifices made, saying "I love you" is no different than saying "Take this shit". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, i'm not a believer of "Love on first sight". Love on first sight, in context might be true. But to fully sustain in a relationship, it takes more than love, and it takes more than what you see on first sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life it seems, can't dwell along the lines of living in solitude. In reference to those that say that men can live without a women, and a women can live without a men, i dare say that this goes out to about 1% of the whole world population. Relationship gives you a ground which words cannot describe. Its a feeling that far exceeds what people can usually feel when they are alone. A women can get millions of dollar per day, they can be as strong as Arnold Schwarzenegger, they can be street-smart, they can be independent, but nothing beats those than having a companion, male preferably, to support and live through their ups and downs. Imagine making millions in a day, only to come back telling those grand stories to your pet dog or pet cat. Relationship, what makes it beautiful, is its complexity. Uhm, i love complex relationship, it gives you far more than what you can bargain, a mixture of sweet, sour and bitter life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-3537953174198147728?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3537953174198147728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3537953174198147728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3537953174198147728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3537953174198147728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/11/relationship.html' title='Relationship?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Ry0TlPverPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5-_PKGdS7BM/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-6190990908315794091</id><published>2007-10-29T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:15:09.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about jealousy...</title><content type='html'>I was on the way back from DNA encounter, when my dad called.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad : Hey Jon, how are you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon : Great pa, what's up.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad : Nothing, i just dreamt about you last night. I dreamt of meeting you back here in Malaysia. Are you sure you are not coming back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon : Positive, i want to work. Is that the only reason why you call me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad : No, vid and I are on the way for Nasi Kandar. We thought of you, so vid just asked me to call you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon : This is not necessary pa, i haven't had my breakfast and lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad : Sharing is caring. I think i'm going to order a nasi kandar with loads of curry, loads of spices, beef, chicken and lamb. David might go for double portion today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon : Enough pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad : Isnt there one kayu there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon : Closed down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad : Such a pity. I'll ask the boss about it. Take care son, love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon : Love you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**something along that context, he also talked about golf, funny, but ill leave it for next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the post i made about what long hair symbolizes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i received a offline MSN message&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&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/9473376-6190990908315794091?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/6190990908315794091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=6190990908315794091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6190990908315794091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6190990908315794091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/10/talking-about-jealousy.html' title='Talking about jealousy...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-2972931364300971303</id><published>2007-10-28T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T01:04:16.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The abuse....</title><content type='html'>I guess it is during this periods where exams drive you nuts, that you can actually sit down, relax, and think back on things that has been happening.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats aside, i just gave two of my friends new name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errrr-nest and Hump-free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hint : Cow, You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two different person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You freaks back in Malaysia know what i miss most...Tomyam, Beetle, and club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring it on people. The more you homosapien tempt me with the insatiable tomyam, or the every moment you guys take pictures of my beetle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RyNr00yjl8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/B1ogsDSnm7U/s1600-h/545603014l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RyNr00yjl8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/B1ogsDSnm7U/s320/545603014l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126059356145817538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RyNr00yjl9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/smdX_wBt0y0/s1600-h/371496752l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RyNr00yjl9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/smdX_wBt0y0/s320/371496752l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126059356145817554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the times you clubbers throw invitations around and PURPOSELY forwarding the email to me knowing that i won't be able to make it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RyNsXkyjl-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/KQ87MCZQav0/s1600-h/n501243678_29076_2120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RyNsXkyjl-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/KQ87MCZQav0/s320/n501243678_29076_2120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126059953146271714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know once i am back, vengeance will be served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually don't know what to blog about this time around, but i thought it will be fair for me to update this hog space because i know some of you students that are going through exams will have some bored time looking through blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog, having the notoriety to have the most updates during exam period must not lag behind the perpetually scheduled conclusion of the exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm loving, or rather hating the weather now. Daylight saving, that means we lose an hour. Imagine how many things i can do in that one hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can use that one hour to sit in front of my computer and stare into blank nothingness. Hey, priceless hour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come out with 3 business proposals, although i'm in the midst of exams, i won't neglect my side projects, and i might convert my old notebook into a server. Summer's going to be interesting. A deviation of my norm, working as a programmer (probably), but i think what i gain most is the experience of working under a caucasian. Who knows, God might arrange the right women for me. After all, i think i told you guys through this blog, somehow i've got a sense of relation and admiration for generally the caucasian women's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristin Kreuk.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel Stevens......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course my bro's has his reservation's on angmoh, but won't do much thinking onto it. I've always flowed the way God wants me to go, i've learnt to let go my past in Malaysia and move into a new utopia land called..earth..(what the..??~?~/\\}])&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/9473376-2972931364300971303?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/2972931364300971303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=2972931364300971303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2972931364300971303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2972931364300971303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/10/abuse.html' title='The abuse....'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RyNr00yjl8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/B1ogsDSnm7U/s72-c/545603014l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5674024901728482057</id><published>2007-10-25T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:24:52.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rx9xkTYMMFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JWwMl-doP4Q/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: none;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My hair has been abused...again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rx9xkTYMMFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JWwMl-doP4Q/s320/Photo+33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124939769461878866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rx9xkjYMMGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aRWyetnd5fM/s1600-h/Photo+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rx9xkjYMMGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aRWyetnd5fM/s320/Photo+29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124939773756846178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and again...and again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the work of two stressful housemates, who apparently has a paper on friday, whilst the one being abused..has a paper the day before theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5674024901728482057?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5674024901728482057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5674024901728482057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5674024901728482057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5674024901728482057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-hair-and-i.html' title='My hair and I'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rx9xkTYMMFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JWwMl-doP4Q/s72-c/Photo+33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-1034852172113843206</id><published>2007-10-21T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T02:52:31.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair, What Does it Symbolize To You?</title><content type='html'>Rarely has my hair NOT receive much attention. I remember the good ol' days when i was 7 years old. I had hair as soft as silk. My rash decision to have a crew cut was a detrimental act. Ever since, my hair has been as shitty as ever. No joke. When i was at the age of 12-15, i had thick hair. Often, a metaphor of forest is directed upon me. The days where people walk past me looking at my hair really does bring back some memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RxpKrDYMMDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZM8bQZ7xWRk/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RxpKrDYMMDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZM8bQZ7xWRk/s320/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123489629588959282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long hair. That was something that i have always wanted to try. Being the deputy head prefect, means that i had to obey the hair length rule. Front part of the hair must not exceed your eye brow level, the back part of your hair cannot touch your shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i left high school, i've had the front part of my hair stretched all the way to my chin, my back part of the hair stretched all the way to my mouth, and not to mention, my infamous elvis presley sideburns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, my parents, especially my dad finds a general discomfort at the length of my hair. The first thing he says when he sees me is not "Hi", "hey", "How are you". Instead, he substitutes those general words with "YOUR HAIR!!!", "Girly MAN", "cut your hair alright..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happens even though i am in Australia now. He still calls me on the phone, and the first thing he asks ain't my health or how things are getting along. Instead, he'll be asking if i have had my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RxpKrDYMMEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UQwH_sZYpko/s1600-h/Photo+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RxpKrDYMMEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UQwH_sZYpko/s320/Photo+18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123489629588959298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have my hair so long that i can keep a short pony tail, i bet he will disown me once i meet him. Disown is a bit of an exaggeration, but i won't be suprise if he would to spike my drink and cut my hair secretly. How traumatizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories aside, I personally keep a long hair because i want to try things out. I know i look shit with a short hair. Thats because i have a round face, and i have excessive meat all around my face. So the shorter the hair, the closer resemblance i bear with Doraemon. I am generally happy with the length of my hair now. People asks me, am i going to one day cut it short. My answer has always been yes, but the day is not here yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it a motto, call it cliche, but the next time i cut my hair short, will be the time when something has happened and change in my life. No sorry, not something, someone. Too many things has happened in my life. When THINGS happen in my life, i shave (**????**). Cliche as it seems, when there's a change in status, that will be the time where i will cut my hair short. No, i didn't get it from a movie, but its just a symbolization. Not many people know about this, but i have this..interest with hair (not fetish). To me, the change in hairstyle changes the way people look. So you see where am i going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this topic ain't hitting those that don't give much damn about their hair. I've got friends that don't mind their hair being lawn mowed, or being infested by ticks. But if you are on the same page as I am, you would know what hair does symbolize to me. So the next time you see me with a relatively short hair, you know something has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...unless my dad really decides to spike my drink and cut my hair short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-1034852172113843206?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/1034852172113843206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=1034852172113843206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1034852172113843206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1034852172113843206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/10/hair-what-does-it-symbolize-to-you.html' title='Hair, What Does it Symbolize To You?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RxpKrDYMMDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZM8bQZ7xWRk/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-1295477426074916158</id><published>2007-10-15T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T01:16:23.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misconception</title><content type='html'>Misconception. Thats a word that i could think of to describe the mindset when people believe and perceive that things in Australia are much more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamers will moan because the typical gamer in Malaysia wouldn't fork out RM60 for an original CD. Look at how widespread the piracy has sink into Malaysia. It is the few things that Malaysia can top the world list in. Piracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through EBGames, Australia's biggest game chain. Looking at the games made me think. Lets say i'm earning the money dollar to dollar, it ain't that expensive. I mean, a good game costs about 20-40 Aud. True that some might be higher, but we are talking about original CDs here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My macbook is comparatively the same as the ones in Malaysia, price wise. Rest assured if you can get a job here, you will earn the same amount back in Malaysia, and maybe more. Australia has a very strict wage regulation that ensures that workers are never underpaid. Of course, being the typical Asian we are, there are ways to counter this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in Australia, and you dine in a Asian restaurant, chances are the workers there are working illegally, or they are not in the payroll of the company. The boss wouldn't have to pay more to go through the paperworks, and they don't have to follow the minimum wages that the governing body has set. Typical Asian i tell you. Although you don't get taxed, and you get cash, you just feel like your ripped, and usually, this shops will really wear you out , ensuring that you are worth every dollar they are paying you. Only Asians i tell you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But putting that into context, Malaysia government needs to implement a minimum wage to help protect the workers. They discrepancy and the huge gap between the rich and poor is getting too absurd. Of course, they are allocating a huge ass sum for the Malays. If we take that out, we will be able to survive and maybe not be in fiscal policy all the time. No minimum wage, no control on immigrant, more immigrants, higher crime rate, no specialty job, low cheap labour, and an underdeveloped country in the making for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i chow down the Double Whopper from Hungry Jacks, i begin to relinquish the thoughts of converting. I mean, the value meal that costs AUD$ 7.60, is approximately RM20. As i am in the train typing this entry out, i begin to look at the girl right opposite me, her dress might be worth AUD$50 here, but i reckon you can get it for RM10 back in Malaysia. I know i'm moving towards piracy here, but i guess i'm just plain ranting because i have been lacking of sleep, hence the illogical mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm approaching Armadale as we speak, and i guess for the rest of the journey back home, it'll be good for me to shut my eyes and sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-1295477426074916158?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/1295477426074916158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=1295477426074916158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1295477426074916158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1295477426074916158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/10/misconception.html' title='Misconception'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-8013705871065372930</id><published>2007-10-13T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T15:32:29.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices In Life</title><content type='html'>I'm amazingly still awake at this hour. I've got to thank Red Bull energy drink for that. Its been awhile since i've been able to stay awake for at least 48 hours. Anyhow, one of my assignment has been wholly late. Its been really hard not to ignore the fact that i'm struggling with some of this subjects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this, i can't help but to think back at my choices when it comes to tertiary education. I was clueless in what to choose. Even my foundation year, was chosen out of sheer.luck i would say. But i've got to admit, i enjoyed the best times in my Pre-University in MUFY (Monash University Foundation Year). It was the first time in a long time that i could average 90+ for all the subjects. I never knew economics was so fun to learn until i took up the arts subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say the choices i made in MUFY couldn't reflect for the better in university. Though i admit, the current course has open my eyes to a lot of  new things, but i still feel a strong calling in business subjects. Life has been harsh, no sorry, university life has been harsh. Far from reality, but too near to call fantasy world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing how things work, i've always been indecisive. Brilliant mind, but indecisive. I all so remember clearly what i was going NOT TO DO , that i forgot what i SHOULD DO. Being chosen for national service didn't buy me 3 months of extra time to think of what i am wanting to be. The 2 months break after national service wasn't really all the beneficial. All i remember was chowing down McDonalds for lunch everyday (Being an employee). As i sit back in the train on the way to Melbourne City, with all my programming tools infront of me, my iSight glaring straight back at me, i feel ackwardly peaceful. Assignments been late for a day, but i dont know why i'm all so peaceful. I guess it has become a norm for me to hand in assignments late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many of us are stuck at the crossroad. There are all so many choices in career path, all so many foundations to choose from. But than, what does each and every of them do? Where does it lead to? Do you see yourself using it beneficially for the future cause. I saw the crossroad, i stopped at the crossroad, and now i'm walking along the path i chose. The road leading to oblivion seems foggy. I can see the road, but i'm traversing it a step at a time. I can't see the front, there's just too much mist at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that shrewd mindset of mine has caused me precious time and money. No doubt i learn a lot, but my life has always been, should have, could have and would have. Too many things in my life that has happened, which i silently pray my friends and especially my brother doesn't have to go through the same path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As loud train speakers blurt out the current train stop, i have my handphone playing Jesus Take The Wheel. All so needing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i'm not so bright of a student. I am a very picky and moody student when it comes to scoring. Sometimes i don't challenge my mind logically. I love to challenge wisdom, but not logic. I hate maths. But its all too important in my course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't use the stories of great Bill Gates or any of those who found success even after dropping out of university. That is like giving you sweets and pushing you down the ravine. I find no point in getting comfort out of all this things. Same thing, if you do not like to eat a certain food,and certain someone mentions to you that African kids don't get this priviledge, dont frill. You are given a choice to eat, or not eat. Letting outside circumstances affect your choice will ultimately destroy who you genuinely are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i put this entry to end, i just solely believe that all this choices you make makes who you are. Like what my dad says, the harder you fall, the more you learn IFFFF you can pick yourself back up. Stupid but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-8013705871065372930?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/8013705871065372930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=8013705871065372930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8013705871065372930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8013705871065372930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices-in-life.html' title='Choices In Life'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-2302991619578794740</id><published>2007-10-05T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T04:02:36.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Hanging Rock</title><content type='html'>Lack of updates, but ain't that not suprising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, during the holidays, my URBAN life in Clayton went out for a scenery and touring trip outside Melbourne. Amazing trip, a real breather from the stress most of us were having. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVDqTYML5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/MQAxaNgpRHk/s1600-h/n739514006_188366_9012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVDqTYML5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/MQAxaNgpRHk/s320/n739514006_188366_9012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117570945611739026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first destination was actually Memorial Cross in Mount Macedon. The weather was really bad. Really really bad. I think it was at least 7 degrees, or maybe lower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you Wiki it up, memorial cross is a place where a huge huge cross was put in remembrance to those that died during World War I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVDqjYML6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/aYtn0tesV3U/s1600-h/n739514006_188375_1734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVDqjYML6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/aYtn0tesV3U/s320/n739514006_188375_1734.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117570949906706338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its becoming a trend in our Urban Life, that we have a picture where all of us are jumping. (I am covered in this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely have i had a group of cell group friends that is so enjoyable to play around with. I mean, all this while i've been leading cell group, its good to sometimes be the total joker, and have a leader that will make sure my acts are straight :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVDqjYML7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/MHGaaQqW-b8/s1600-h/n739514006_188369_9887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVDqjYML7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/MHGaaQqW-b8/s320/n739514006_188369_9887.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117570949906706354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess sometimes, there's an exception to everything. Jeremy Ye, the guy opposite me, is the silent joker. When he utters, all laughs. Not forgetting his a great caption for pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVDqzYML8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/zwmMMe7l0wM/s1600-h/s739514006_188371_493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVDqzYML8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/zwmMMe7l0wM/s320/s739514006_188371_493.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117570954201673666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder, how things have fall into place. I mean, coming to Australia at this moment, joining Planet Shakers, joining this Urban life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after Mount Macedon, we went to Hanging Rock, which was about 10 km's or so from Mt Macedon. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging rock provided us with the best places to snap photos. In our urban life, there's more guys than girls, but i didn't know that all of us enjoyed taking photos so much. There were literaly photos, photos and after photos of us guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Jeremy? Well, out of the 10 photos i have with him, at least 7 are ones we fooled around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVFGDYML-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vxPQOQz_nXI/s1600-h/n739514006_188384_5724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVFGDYML-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vxPQOQz_nXI/s320/n739514006_188384_5724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117572521864736738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVFGDYML_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/6BBi36g3rjk/s1600-h/n739514006_188387_6716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVFGDYML_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/6BBi36g3rjk/s320/n739514006_188387_6716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117572521864736754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much contemplation, we decided to have one formal, serious photo. After all, the background was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVFFzYML9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/CkLxlFh0TeM/s1600-h/n739514006_188383_5231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVFFzYML9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/CkLxlFh0TeM/s320/n739514006_188383_5231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117572517569769426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging rock is an amazing place. You see rocks in really funny formation, and there were a lot of routes you can go through to ascend to the summit. If there was one thing i like, is actualy hiking through all the small passage way, going down the huge ass rocks, and climbing on steep terrains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love taking photos so much, that we just had to spend 30 mins of our time to take photos inside this half open half black tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVFGTYMMAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rKgOqyjqI_I/s1600-h/n739514006_188390_7657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVFGTYMMAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rKgOqyjqI_I/s320/n739514006_188390_7657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117572526159704066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree's so wide, that it fitted at least 10 of them inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVFGjYMMBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lGrbKgkcAGc/s1600-h/n739514006_188391_8004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVFGjYMMBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lGrbKgkcAGc/s320/n739514006_188391_8004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117572530454671378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, each of us had a jumping photo done inside the tree. It's just crazy...but its the craziness that i like very much..memories last forever..days like this, are just amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVF0DYMMCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6dhdtca-uZ4/s1600-h/n739514006_188404_3200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVF0DYMMCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6dhdtca-uZ4/s320/n739514006_188404_3200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117573312138719266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-2302991619578794740?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/2302991619578794740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=2302991619578794740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2302991619578794740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2302991619578794740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-hanging-rock.html' title='I Am Hanging Rock'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RwVDqTYML5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/MQAxaNgpRHk/s72-c/n739514006_188366_9012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-6082415984170017080</id><published>2007-09-28T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:12:52.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth hurts....</title><content type='html'>The truth hurts. Its a fact.  Ask yourself, how many times have you gone up to people, only to find it hard to tell the truth. Or how many times that when you ask people for truth/people tell you the truth, you just can't take it. Telling the truth can be done in different manners. Here , i'm not saying you should go tell the truth and throw them into the depths of sea. If a girl that has a horrendous dress, or a bad hair day, you don't just say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you pick the shirt out of the rubbish bin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or with extra punctuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOODNESS!, WHAT IS THAT DRESS@!`"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or sarcastically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, somehow you make the dress look bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just abuses the right to tell the truth, failing to potray it in a manner that will construct others. More times than others, people just fail to even tell the truth, thus constructing heaps of bull and lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look fantastic in the dress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying with eyes closed i assume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is the same mentality that has broke us down in a society. If you know that something is wrong, if your friend is acting up, do the right thing and tell him in a manner that is acceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, if there is one thing i cannot stand, is how people cannot take the truth. One blasting statement, they break down and think that its the end of the world. Deviantly, i find that to be entirely to be stupid and non-sensical. If you can't take such protruding statements, surviving in the society will be a walk INTO the gates of hell. If thats the truth, let it be the truth. Don't beat around the bush, be direct, yet lenient with it. There's always a balance in things, you don't have to create a pandemonium to make things clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is something i'm going through, because i am someone that cannot take in rejection. Its a learning phase i know i've to go through. All this, because i know that this will build and shape my character up to live in the society. I've learnt to be very receptive and to take criticisms positively, and i'm learning to be very truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is something i find it hard because i'm all that diplomatic. It ain't bad being a bad guy sometimes. In due time, all of us will know that this will help make our lives better. It is something my parents are instilling in me, and it is something all of you have to buck up and learn about. Asians in general cannot take the truth, or they just can't speak of the truth. Lies, deceit, and more lies are the things that are shaping up in the society. I'm being very general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth does hurt, but if nobody tells you the truth, you will not learn, you will keep doing the wrong thing. When you are playing the guitar, if someone comes up to you and say that you do not play it well, take it as a constructive statement. Maybe he is right, even if he is wrong, at least you know that there is always room for improvement and maybe you can just find a way where you can find improvements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't go all bullshit in saying that nothing is perfect, indeed nothing is perfect. But you can always chase for perfection. It is those values that help you survive in society, it is the value that helps make you strong against adversity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are things you should think of when you receive the truth,  whether it will be the validity of it of the authenticity of it. If there is one thing you need to know, it will be to balance things up, not taking and putting it word for word. Those are what we call smart alec and this sarcastic people are the ones that i would love to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth hurts, but let it be something that will shape you up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-6082415984170017080?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/6082415984170017080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=6082415984170017080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6082415984170017080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6082415984170017080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/09/truth-hurts_28.html' title='The truth hurts....'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-1046380755044729464</id><published>2007-09-08T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:56:06.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Entries'/><title type='text'>Personal top 10 Sportsman/Sportswoman</title><content type='html'>I grew idolizing sportsmen/sportswoman, constantly growing into the world that they were all in. During the 1990's, it was just those sportsman/sportswoman and&lt;br /&gt;their sports world. There wasn't any cross breed, little controversy. With&lt;br /&gt;people like David Beckham going into the secular world, Kobe Bryant and all, i&lt;br /&gt;just find myself taken aback with most of this era's sportswoman/sportsman. It takes&lt;br /&gt;more than specialty in the field they are in to be deemed "greatest". I thus&lt;br /&gt;came out with a list of top 10 sportsman/sportswoman that i myself feel deeply&lt;br /&gt;influenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;10th - Jeff Gordon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuKfE7XskiI/AAAAAAAAALY/JWw9GEWTTpY/s1600-h/jeffgordon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuKfE7XskiI/AAAAAAAAALY/JWw9GEWTTpY/s320/jeffgordon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107819834396938786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd bet that 80% of my reader would not know who Jeff Gordon is. Jeff Gordon is one of the greatest Nascar drivers of all time, that is still alive and driving&lt;br /&gt;competitively. It wasn't until i was 10 i heard who Jeff Gordon was. I mean, if&lt;br /&gt;your from Malaysia, what are the chances that you know who this guy is? Near 0&lt;br /&gt;i'd bet ya. No news will report on races from Nascar. It wasn't until i was&lt;br /&gt;exposed to the game Nascar (console PS), that i knew who this guy was. I was&lt;br /&gt;further impressed by how highly placed this guy is whenever i race against him&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you pick one racer, the CPU will "randomly" place a guy ahead of each&lt;br /&gt;other. It's always me first, Jeff Gordon 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;But this guy has really shown what motor racing is all about. One of the&lt;br /&gt;brightest talent during his 20's. I mean, not often when a racer dominates in&lt;br /&gt;Nascar, that the fan gets bored and starts booing him. Jeff Gordon is that man.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, he's quite good looking as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;9th - Ong Ewe Hock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuKfFLXskkI/AAAAAAAAALo/b7r_OeW71Qs/s1600-h/ongewehock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuKfFLXskkI/AAAAAAAAALo/b7r_OeW71Qs/s320/ongewehock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107819838691906114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name sounds familliar? For those that are still scratching your balls&lt;br /&gt;thinking who he is, he was one of the top badminton shuttler in the early 90's.&lt;br /&gt;In singles that is. During the peak of popularity for badminton in the 90's,&lt;br /&gt;this man here dominated the singles in Malaysia together with Rashid Sidek. Why&lt;br /&gt;is he in my list? Well, thats maybe cause he's comes from the same descendant as&lt;br /&gt;i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it is his playing style that strikes me. True, he was never the best&lt;br /&gt;player in the world, but he shows strong grit and determination even when he is&lt;br /&gt;losing. Hariyanto Arbi and Ong Ewe Hock were one of the early ones that uses&lt;br /&gt;smash on almost all occasion. They were the smash kings of Badminton.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, he's quite good looking as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;8th - Michael Schumacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuKfE7XskjI/AAAAAAAAALg/QOkvbn8-X8k/s1600-h/michaelschu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuKfE7XskjI/AAAAAAAAALg/QOkvbn8-X8k/s320/michaelschu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107819834396938802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's here not because he is the driver with the most impressive statistical&lt;br /&gt;record. But rather is demeanour as a racing legend, and a humble figure with&lt;br /&gt;relatively 0 ego shown to the public. You just can't help but to love the way he&lt;br /&gt;handles himself in the public. He is one of the highest paid "athlete" during&lt;br /&gt;his time in Ferrari, but you will immediately forget about that when you see him&lt;br /&gt;race or playing soccer for charities. With one glance at Fernando Alonso, you'll&lt;br /&gt;just hate him to the guts. His arrogance and pride has taken its toll. Michael&lt;br /&gt;Schumacher is the prime example of a fighter. Never a talented driver, nor the&lt;br /&gt;dominating one during his start in F1, he climb his way to the top of the food&lt;br /&gt;chain with a carefully calculated drive. A lot of people believe it's always the&lt;br /&gt;engineer's duty to ensure cars maximum potential. Little do the people know,&lt;br /&gt;that Schumacher is the few driver that actually stays back late with the&lt;br /&gt;engineer, ensuring the car works to maximum proficiency. Of course, he does have&lt;br /&gt;dark times over his racing style during the long span of his career, but that&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't hinder his reputation and his records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th - Ayrton Senna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvAA6J1bbII/AAAAAAAAAMo/KbrVCWYJqdA/s1600-h/Ayrton+Senna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvAA6J1bbII/AAAAAAAAAMo/KbrVCWYJqdA/s320/Ayrton+Senna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111586576137940098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this racing legend has become one of the most prominent figure in racing though he past away 13 years ago. Ayrton Senna, a brazilian F1 driver, was killed in Imola, 1994. I myself believe that his life has been ever so wonderful, not only because of his skill and ability on the racing track, but also his life off his racing. I still remember fondly, in one of the F1 race track practice, one of the driver was caught in an accident. Ayrton Senna stopped his racing car, stopped by and aided the driver. His sense of humour and life has really inspired a lot of future F1 racers. I particularly love his friendship with Gerhard Berger. A mixture of racing feuds but filled with laughter and joy. Rarely do you see a racer be so good on the track, yet so lovable off the track. Another young life, gone to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th - Shalin Zulkifli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvAA6Z1bbKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/USMav0jF6W0/s1600-h/shalin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvAA6Z1bbKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/USMav0jF6W0/s320/shalin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111586580432907426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is undoubtedly the bowling queen in Malaysia. I grew up watching her bowl, and tried to follow her footsteps. During the era where bowling wasn't a primary sport, she was the only bowler in Malaysia to make it big internationally. She was one of the reason why i loved bowling, and convinced myself to spend 5 hard years training in MSN (Majlis Sukan Negara). It was great to be able to watch her bowl competitively nowadays. She's not the greatest of bowler, but she has her persona on the lane. One of her greatest achievement was winning the world championship, against a tough field of international greats (men and women). I think Shalin's the few national sportswomen that is recognizable on the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th - Nicol Ann David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvAA6Z1bbJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/O54xAV6m-sI/s1600-h/nicoldavid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvAA6Z1bbJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/O54xAV6m-sI/s320/nicoldavid.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111586580432907410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, if you dont know who she is...&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicol Ann David or more popularly known just as Nicol David, is the 2 time World Champion, current world number 1, and the undisputed queen of sports in Malaysia. Badawi once quoted, saying Nicol Ann David is now even more popular than him. She's nicknamed the Duracell Bunny for a reason. I watched some of her squash games and i've got to say, she's got no end to her running. She made local news headline when she was the youngest British Open champion, than the very next year, she won it again to become the only TWO TIME British Open youth champion. I personally met her during the launch of one of the sporting events when my choir team was asked to be on stage to perform. She's really in a class of her own. I mean not many Malaysian Sportsman/Sportswoman can perform so consistently and not succumb to pressure like her. I mean look at our badminton team, soccer, sepak takraw, or taekwondo. All of this sports is considered as the "top" sport in Malaysia, and time after time, when expected to deliver, they faltered the worse way ever. I still remember, 5 years ago when i was 16, my mom kept pestering me and giving nicol as a comparison. She played at the highest level, yet she still scored good results. So i guess mom used that as an personal inspiration and motivation for me to actually still score well as well as to continue in bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th -  Eric Cantona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvvXCOfmd7I/AAAAAAAAANU/GRcKAkH9ZS4/s1600-h/ericcantona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvvXCOfmd7I/AAAAAAAAANU/GRcKAkH9ZS4/s320/ericcantona.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114918235059681202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bright...another one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvvXCefmd8I/AAAAAAAAANc/5Cx7u-lilnU/s1600-h/cantona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvvXCefmd8I/AAAAAAAAANc/5Cx7u-lilnU/s320/cantona.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114918239354648514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the seagulls follow the trawler, it's because they think sardines will be thrown in to the sea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when a football player quotes this after giving one of the craziest kungfu kick to a fan, you are near to idolizing such player. Eric Cantona is a genius who retired at his peak. His arrogance, pride and suave style has garnered and touch the football fans of many. Manchester United achieved great results only when Cantona was captaining and anchoring the team. When he was out for the season banned, the bad results were evident of the influence Cantona has on the team. Great style, and generated a cult status among football players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Michael Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvvXCufmd9I/AAAAAAAAANk/zk2eZdKp6CM/s1600-h/michaeljordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvvXCufmd9I/AAAAAAAAANk/zk2eZdKp6CM/s320/michaeljordan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114918243649615826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Royal Airness, Michael Jordan. This is another sportsman that you can kill yourself if you don't know about. He is the guy that almost single handedly revolutionized the game basketball. From making clutch shots, to his airtime, his game play has evolved basketball altogether. Coming into Bulls, drafted 3rd in 1984, people expected a lot from him, but little did they know the impact that he's made in the game itself. Other superstars vague in much comparison to the greatness of Jordan. He's won the MVP in regular season, in the finals, top the scoring average (all time high), and numerous other accolades that he has raked up. Leaving behind all this legacy, was indeed his true calling. He's another megastar, that almost everyone knows about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd - Michael Chang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvvXCufmd-I/AAAAAAAAANs/vk4n-9Lz_54/s1600-h/michaelchang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvvXCufmd-I/AAAAAAAAANs/vk4n-9Lz_54/s320/michaelchang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114918243649615842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally grew in love with tennis because of this guy. Michael Chang is a fighter. No pun intended. A real fighter and a true testament of how determined one person can be. Read up Michael Chang in wikipedia. His legacy wasn't really the fact that he's one of the top players during the early 90's, but because of his game play. French Open, youngest player in final, he subsequently became the youngest player to win the French Open. It's not just winning that was so significant, it was the manner he reached the finals. In his quarter finals/semi finals match, he was struck with cramp, de-hydration, but he fought for all the balls that were returned, he did a serve using an underhand, and even at one point collapsed in the game. But he was so determined to play out the game, he ended up winning the thriller. It was one of the greatest game i've watched in tennis and definitely the most motivating game. He may not be the best, but he has earned much plaudits and praise for his attitude for the game. Only if our athletes were half of what he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - Tiger Woods &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvvXC-fmd_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6wQ7rfB6BLA/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RvvXC-fmd_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6wQ7rfB6BLA/s320/tiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114918247944583154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him, hate him, he's the best golf player in the world. He started making headlines when he was just a 3 year old boy that appeared in a talk show and swing a golf club. I started playing golf at the age of 16 and i still can't make such a good swing when he was three. 20 years down the road, he dominates the golf scene to prepostrous level. He's won as many majors, as those ranked 2-10 combined, he's topped the world ranking list for a few years, before being knocked out, and than continued dominating it. Undoubtedly strong figure on the golfing arena. The thing that strikes me is his love for the father that has been so evident. You can say that the media just made things look far better/publicized, but you can still see how Tiger Woods expresses his love for golf and his family. He's fighting spirit, concentration on the game has propelled him to a level far greater than Jack Nicklaus. The times that he has led the field after 54 holes and continue to winning the competition is near perfect. In all playoff games, he has won almost of it. You can say he's just a "golf guy", but i attribute it to his concentration, determination. Even during his slump out of the world ranking, he continued and persevered in altering his golf swing knowing that he might lose out in championships. Look where he is now, the same place where he first came, the top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no place for Fernando "Asshole" Alonso, or Rafael "Ive big biceps" Nadal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-1046380755044729464?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/1046380755044729464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=1046380755044729464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1046380755044729464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1046380755044729464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/09/personal-top-10-sportsmansportswoman.html' title='Personal top 10 Sportsman/Sportswoman'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuKfE7XskiI/AAAAAAAAALY/JWw9GEWTTpY/s72-c/jeffgordon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5126527558053392264</id><published>2007-09-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:56:06.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Entries'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Prettiest Women</title><content type='html'>Bored..real bored. To me, hottest has a lot of definition. I stay away from girls that look average but have a hot body. So this is a list of ladies/girls that are beautiful and hot. (Being really redundant). So this works from 10th to 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10th - Keira Knightley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAJSrXskSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/atvNNpUIuXI/s1600-h/keira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAJSrXskSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/atvNNpUIuXI/s320/keira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092193922552098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this bomb shells going to be on my list when i first saw her in Pirates Of The Caribbean. True that i dislike girls with heavy make up, but i guess there is just this thing in her eyes that caught my attention. She's not really "hot" per say, but she's got the look, thus fulfilling the criteria in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th - Rachel Bilson&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/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAJS7XskTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iXrFXqdQgEs/s1600-h/rachelbilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAJS7XskTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iXrFXqdQgEs/s320/rachelbilson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092198217519410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not remember the name, but surely will remember her face. This girl stars in O.C, and you just can't help but to put her in this list. She's got this innocent girl look, yet potraying something that is so elegant. Innocent look..seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8th - Mischa Barton&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/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAI97XskNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BY8zx1ffcgQ/s1600-h/mischa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAI97XskNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BY8zx1ffcgQ/s320/mischa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107091837440266450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This up and rising model/super star is barely 22. Yet she has this mature look in her face that has captivated the hearts of many. She really looks mature, probably its just someone that has a mature face put onto a body of a young girl. Shes just 10 months older than me. Another cast of O.C that you will notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7th - Rachel Stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAJTLXskUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BW4lpsC1-Ns/s1600-h/rachelstevens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAJTLXskUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BW4lpsC1-Ns/s320/rachelstevens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092202512486722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Steven's one of the girl's that i have been looking out for in years. Bursting into fame via S Club 7, one look at their music video and you'll know that shes the rose among the thorns. (???)&lt;br /&gt;She's got the typical college girl look, and shes already touching 30. She's got this cute, yet a formal and mature look that probably can be used to describe Mona Lisa (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What am i bullshitting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th - Gisele Bundchen&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/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAI-7XskPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8DVB0_GEx8s/s1600-h/gisele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAI-7XskPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8DVB0_GEx8s/s320/gisele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107091854620135666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously do not know who Gisele Bundchen was until i saw her role in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taxi_%282004_film%29" target="_new"&gt;"Taxi".&lt;/a&gt; It was only then i knew that she was the highest paid and most well known model in the world. Not too bright i would say on my part.  Observer says that she has one of the most perfect body in the world, and has a face carved by an angel (???). Brazillian supermodel --&gt; ub37 hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th - Kelly Hu&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/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAI_LXskQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pjcQnC_XfKc/s1600-h/kellyhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAI_LXskQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pjcQnC_XfKc/s320/kellyhu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107091858915102978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why people dont pay much attention to her. She was after all, Miss Teen USA 1985. She looks great, has a beautiful body, and a great smile. Not to mention her smirks would melt you directly. Scorpion King is the movie that brought my attention to her. Voila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th - Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAJT7XskVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HuYEerCVZOA/s1600-h/shakira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAJT7XskVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HuYEerCVZOA/s320/shakira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092215397388626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most of the list of prettiest/hottest women list, it's almost a sin not to put Shakira into it. She's so pretty, and she has one of the best hips ever. Seriously. Seriously. Latina babe always puts emphasis on their body, but Shakira has both the body and the look. Not shy to flash both, she demonstrate extreme control when she fling her hips around. Hips don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd - Kate Beckinsale&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/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAI-bXskOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A2VzY7ZoblI/s1600-h/katebeck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAI-bXskOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A2VzY7ZoblI/s320/katebeck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107091846030201058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**wipes away blood from nose**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**wipes away drool from mouth**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one lady that can look so good in both action movie, comedy and whatever crap movie genre thrown at her. Watch her in Pearl Harbor (Romance)(War)(Whatever shit you call it), Van Helsing (Action)(Thriller), Click (She looks seriously hot here)(Comedy), Underworld (Thriller)(action). At 34 , she's at the peak of her career, and the start of the declination of women's beauty (unless your like my mom who gets prettier as age pas). Appreciate her beauty whilst it last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd - Kristin Kreuk&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/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAI_bXskRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HQ95Lvc7qpQ/s1600-h/kristinkreauk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAI_bXskRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HQ95Lvc7qpQ/s320/kristinkreauk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107091863210070290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such beauty. First noticed her presence in Smallville, subsequently couldn't hide my adoration for her authentic caucasian, whatever crap poo shit dingaling mix she has. Its beauty. Its pure beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**wiki'ed her info's up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kreuk (Dutch pronunciation: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Phonetic_Alphabet" title="International Phonetic Alphabet"&gt;IPA&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span title="Pronunciation in IPA" class="IPA"&gt;[k[r]øːk]&lt;/span&gt; {krooyk}, but more commonly pronounced "krook"&lt;sup id="_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kristin_kreuk#_note-1" title=""&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;) was born in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vancouver" title="Vancouver"&gt;Vancouver&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Columbia" title="British Columbia"&gt;British Columbia&lt;/a&gt;. Her father, Peter Kreuk, is of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Netherlands" title="Netherlands"&gt;Dutch&lt;/a&gt; descent; her mother, Deanna Che, is Chinese descent, but born in Indonesia; her maternal grandmother is Chinese-Jamaican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable. How i wish i have some of this heritage in my bloodline. So far, nothing but pure chinese in my blood. I need to get someone that has a faraway heritage from Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st - ?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAVhLXskWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_cUYFYGvTng/s1600-h/question.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAVhLXskWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_cUYFYGvTng/s320/question.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107105637170188642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life. This must be reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now people, this are solely my own opinions. You have the right to put anyone on any position in your life, but remember to use your own discretion in viewing this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5126527558053392264?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5126527558053392264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5126527558053392264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5126527558053392264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5126527558053392264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-10-prettiest-women.html' title='Top 10 Prettiest Women'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RuAJSrXskSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/atvNNpUIuXI/s72-c/keira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-8170914880896664029</id><published>2007-09-04T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:07:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting more of politics....</title><content type='html'>I was casually going through some politically site, that it instigated me enough to actually write a letter/email to Lim Kit Siang on a few issues. This was the actual content of the email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings Sire Lim,&lt;br /&gt;I am currently still a university student that is doing his studies in Australia. Having been apart from the country for a period of time, i ensure that i get a good dose of news, events and happenings that glows around my homeland. I was an original breed from government school from primary, all the way till secondary. Lets just say things were very perturbed regarding politics and how Malaysia was being governed. Brainwashed was the proper word to use in a government school. Rukun Negara, Negaraku, country safe and sound, no better place than Malaysia, and much more manifesto's and slogan's that were bombarded into our mind besides having to learn physics and chemistry in Bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not until recently, that i've release the chains that are locking my ankles, that the world is indeed a bigger place, physics and chemistry sounds more logical in English, and manifesto's and slogan's are just manifesto's and slogans. No denying the fact that i love my country, but there is a whole lot of denying the fact that things that are happening makes me dislike the country that is being governed. My dad has been a great inspiration for me. Always a persistent person, finding ways to make things possible, going through business hurdles and tough economic crisis, and making his way to the top of a business chain. Rarely one that complain of difficulty in work or tough choices in life, i found it entirely shocking to have him encourage me to study elsewhere, and remain there. Upon further query, i found out that he has lost the utmost faith that makes him stay in the country. With the deteriorating state of the policies (NEP in particular), and the moreover incompetent and inconsistent government ruling, my dad has ever more so encouraged me to explore countries elsewhere, expose myself and see the true colours of what life should be all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being someone that had near 0% of knowledge in politics, i was given the utmost displeasure upon hearing all the stuffs that he said. But as time pass, seconds turning into minutes, minutes turning into hours, hours turning into days and days turning into years, i soon found out that the "prophesy" being said was starting to become surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a rude awakening looking at all the political things that are happening. A surf through blogs, websites, malaysia-kini has really been wakeup call for me. Now that i'm in Australia, i find things to be relatively pedantic that informality in Malaysia's education system and all it's public transportation to be a few levels below what it is over here. With moneys floundering and flying in places where we never could know, it is understood why my dad gets ultimately annoyed when he's paying maximum tax for his business and personal income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is through a surf in youtube,i found videos about the conduct of Parliament, i find myself gutted with comments made by some of the MP's. Yourself being a recipient of one of those harsh comments, i truly find appreciation in having an opposition that has provided the government with a few slaps once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that you are able to find the strength, the human-inducing-thoughts to sustain, maintain your composure, and rationality when you deal with adults that behaves like a children? Given the senior-ity, the status, the allegations you've gone through personally, i must really ask, what stirs yourself to go on for the country? I do know the obvious answer, but maybe there is something more into it that you can share to me? I really hate watching my country going down economically and socially. As much as i'm tempted to provide other countries with my workmanship, my first priority will be my country. But i'm finding it tough, to find a purpose in doing such non-chalant, non-arbitrary patriotic things. Maybe there is just more to politics than this...just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently awaits reply...&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/9473376-8170914880896664029?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/8170914880896664029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=8170914880896664029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8170914880896664029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8170914880896664029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/09/wanting-more-of-politics.html' title='Wanting more of politics....'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-7943962658233221030</id><published>2007-09-01T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:01:58.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash your ass off</title><content type='html'>Goodness me, what a tired day. Today's the day where i started my job (thanks Sue Lin) to wash car/fill petrol/check battery/check this/check that. Its not your typical event where cars go to the shop, and you wash for them. It's actually a car yard, selling second hand cars. I will be going there once a week to wash all the cars, and to ensure that each car has enough petrol. Also to note that i have to ensure that cars have enough black oil, or battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RthO9bXskKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XRzc3FYklNs/s1600-h/31082007189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RthO9bXskKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XRzc3FYklNs/s320/31082007189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104916994850590882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for a job that can suit my timetable. I've got friday's off, and saturday's free. With Friday now occupied, i can say that i'm now a busy person. ???WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i worked 8 hours today. Culminative things did...alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Wash 35 cars, not just sprinkle with water idiots. Wash in detail, scrub, scrub, rinse, dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Check petrol level for all 35 cars&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Check battery status for all cars&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Fill petrol for cars that were depleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No easy feat my dear friends. To make things more agonizing, the place i worked drizzled, not once, but thrice. Drizzled once when i started washing (11 a.m), second time (2 p.m), third time (4 p.m). I must point out that the wind was ferocious as well, it got so bad, that i thought i was actually drafting away from the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RthO9rXskLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dTzl858mW3s/s1600-h/31082007188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RthO9rXskLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dTzl858mW3s/s320/31082007188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104916999145558194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Melbourne weather i've got to accustom to. Let's just say my hands got entirely numb, my ears could barely open, and my legs were shaking. Tough tough day i would say, but i enjoy the end process of switching on cars and checking fuel level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RthO97XskMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U5HRJ19uS2A/s1600-h/31082007187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RthO97XskMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U5HRJ19uS2A/s320/31082007187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104917003440525506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont earn Bill Gates $$$, but its satisfying to see the lot of car yard shining and sparkling from afar. But i came back blur and stoned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RthO9LXskJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/z8Z9r6BgfCY/s1600-h/01092007194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RthO9LXskJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/z8Z9r6BgfCY/s320/01092007194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104916990555623570" 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/9473376-7943962658233221030?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/7943962658233221030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=7943962658233221030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7943962658233221030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7943962658233221030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodness-me-what-tired-day.html' title='Wash your ass off'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RthO9bXskKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XRzc3FYklNs/s72-c/31082007189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-132053810961533774</id><published>2007-08-25T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:58:12.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh..</title><content type='html'>I will update this entry soon...in a jiffy...i need to sleep first..but i will update it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit : Edit :Edit : Edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kept my promise and updated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT EDIT EDIT :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in Uni, 1 a.m, doing my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got access to the labs 24/7. One thing bothers me, i can't find a toilet and i might start dripping pee soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-132053810961533774?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/132053810961533774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=132053810961533774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/132053810961533774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/132053810961533774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/08/shhh.html' title='Shhh..'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-4656874694454527616</id><published>2007-08-23T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:46:38.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>British dwarf's penis gets stuck to hoover</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;                         EDINBURGH (AFP) -  A dwarf performer at the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="lw_1187684737_0"&gt;Edinburgh fringe festival&lt;/span&gt; had to be rushed to hospital after his penis got stuck to a vacuum cleaner during an act that went horribly awry. &lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p&gt; Daniel Blackner, or "Captain Dan the Demon Dwarf", was due to perform at the Circus of Horrors at the festival known for its oddball, offbeat performances.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  The main part of his act saw him appear on stage with a vacuum cleaner attached to his member through a special attachment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The attachment broke before the performance and Blackner tried to fix it using extra-strong glue, but unfortunately only let it dry for 20 seconds instead of the 20 minutes required.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  He then joined it directly to his organ. The end result? A solid attachment, laughter, mortification and ... hospitalisation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; "It was the most embarrassing moment of my life when I got wheeled into a packed AE with a vacuum attached to me," Blackner said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  "I just wished the ground could swallow me up. Luckily, they saw me quickly so the embarrassment was short-lived."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff..ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20070820/od_afp/entertainmentbritain;_ylt=Al4VkWTqB314oDpY41sUaBuek3QF" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-4656874694454527616?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/4656874694454527616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=4656874694454527616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4656874694454527616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4656874694454527616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/08/british-dwarfs-penis-gets-stuck-to.html' title='British dwarf&apos;s penis gets stuck to hoover'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5373081228648873811</id><published>2007-08-22T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:31:02.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RuNwO5nyp_o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RuNwO5nyp_o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Grammar errors floundering everywhere, reason being, i had to make sure that it was error free. Too much attention paid on not making an error, that i automatically said all the grammatically wrong sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 The three fingers, it looks wrong, but it still is correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 oh my God , i still look fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Pump up the volume&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5373081228648873811?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5373081228648873811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5373081228648873811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5373081228648873811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5373081228648873811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/08/fucha.html' title='Fucha!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-4480453312124413569</id><published>2007-08-21T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:52:18.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2N_y0FguoU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2N_y0FguoU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video blog to keep it going...assignment week ..sry peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-4480453312124413569?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/4480453312124413569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=4480453312124413569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4480453312124413569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4480453312124413569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/08/short-update.html' title='A short update...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5689652331439951119</id><published>2007-08-16T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T05:00:08.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MANCHESTER UNITED VS PORTSMOUTH</title><content type='html'>Everytime i have this type of headline, one must be wondering if good things are rolling for Manchester United. Not at all. The fact i'm so pissed, is the only good reason why things are made in huge big freaking caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second game in successive, they drew a game they should've won. If this was the MU team that were just contenders for title last season, much was understood. But being the defending champion, and having millions cashed in during the summer, this was the least I WAS expecting. Of all the crops bought, 2 already injured, one put into action without much training, and one, that knows how to run (the new Ronaldo without the showing off skills part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MU has a good flow of football coming in, it was much better than the RVN era where balls just gets flung and RVN has to just tap it home. Midfield wise, i believe MU has the most creative ones of all. But all that means nothing if the ball does not end up at the opposition's net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were NOBODY to look for in attack. MU looked like a bright star in the middle, and a non-existing one on attack. The only time MU looked like scoring was when shots were being thrown in. That was how the first goal came, through a blockbuster shot by Scholes, laid clear from Tevez. It all went downhill after the second half. MU was losing their style, and Portsmouth were throwing in long balls after long balls. It was only time before MU succumbed to one of those balls being lunge into their penalty box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muntari Red Card --&gt; Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo Red Card --&gt; Was not expected, asshole Sean Davis must have gotten his stomach hit so hard, that he was puking on Ronaldo for him to be headbutted. There must be some provocation or sort before Ronaldo would do such thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Rooney out, Ronaldo out of the next game, chances of winning the next game @ Manchester City (won 2 already out of 2) looks as slim as a stick. Unless MU plays a 4-4-2 with 2 natural forward upfront, MU will not be able to produce results game after game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..i woke up at 4 a.m to watch this piece of shit game, took me an hour of effort of looking for site reference so that i could stream it online..took another few GB of my bandwidth...all for this shitty game....Holla!!@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5689652331439951119?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5689652331439951119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5689652331439951119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5689652331439951119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5689652331439951119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/08/manchester-united-vs-portsmouth.html' title='MANCHESTER UNITED VS PORTSMOUTH'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3604284574968045939</id><published>2007-08-13T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T01:24:22.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MANCHESTER UNITED VS READING</title><content type='html'>Having no access to English Premier League matches in Australia is quite crippling to be honest. Especially now MU's team look the best in a long time. I have to stream the game via Sopcast. Of course i can't get the same quality as the ones i see through Astro, but its better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 70th minute as i start typing this entry. The current lineup, Van Der Sar, Vidic, Ferdinand, Brown, O'Shit, Carrick, Giggs, Ronaldo, Evra, Nani, Scholes. Rooney apparently got a knock, and it looks like an old injury (Metatarsal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game's entertaining, entirely entertaining. but this match brings back dejavu moment. 68% possession on MU's side...and 0 goals so far. I really hate it when MU look so sharp in attack etc etc, and the opponent looks extremely sharp in defence. To quote Mourinho, they drove the bus and parked it in front of the goal. Nani+Ronaldo makes a very interesting force. But like what i've said previously, MU lacks the finishing prowess that Ruud possesses. Oh, must i mention that Stephen Hunt must be one of the hated players on the pitch. He was the culprit that caused Cech to be out injured for nearly a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MU's main weapon has always been counter attack, and Reading did well in slowing MU down. As i look at the stats, MU has 19 attempts on goal, compared to Reading's 2. That is how dominant MU has been. I dont really like this type of game, too one sided. MU is all about speed, Evra, Nani, Ronaldo, but there is nothing MU can do in this match. Reading's defense deserves to be in the team of the week. All of them performing above their usual standards....and this seems to be a norm everytime an away team visits the theatre of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time Reading's player committed a mistake, was when Dave Kitson, on the field for just 40 secs, got sent off for a rash challenge on Patrice Evra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the game slowly ticks away, Reading doesn't seem to loosen their guard, whilst MU has started to lose their flow of game. Every time, every single time a team plays against MU, they seem to be performing 150% of their usual standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the final whistle blow, i couldn't help but be frustrated and disappointed with what i've just witnessed. It didn't go as planned. I mean, if opponent decides to play 10 players behind the ball everytime MU looms, than whats the point of watching the game anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring shit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-3604284574968045939?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3604284574968045939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3604284574968045939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3604284574968045939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3604284574968045939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/08/manchester-united-vs-reading.html' title='MANCHESTER UNITED VS READING'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-7138744495828500537</id><published>2007-08-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:10:54.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering the days when i was young....</title><content type='html'>Being a sentimental guy that i am (coughs), i often time look back at school magazines, photo album. Often times, when i was standard 3, or form 3, i'll be always in awe at the big brother's and sisters in standard 6 or form 5. All of them were like..so mature, so cool and all. Well being the small size that most of us at our age were, it was something that was normal. That was when i was 100 cm in height, 30kg in weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rrs1b1KAibI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hOK7RqMoJ_0/s1600-h/02082007132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rrs1b1KAibI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hOK7RqMoJ_0/s320/02082007132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096726155541645746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The me, now...173 cm, xx kg in weight ponders at life at a further distant, where things seemed so constant. It is like, i am in that group of people. I look back at all the form 5's that is currently studying in my high school. I often ponder, why the hell are they so small sized and inmature. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, to skip the part above, they just look so small in size, i could literally break their arms whenever i feel like tweaking it. So different from my school days, where guys were 5 feet 9, 5 feet 11, 80kg, 100 kg. They were huge and gigantic. Well, now ive still got gigantic friends. Well, not gigantic, but if you add up Jeff Azraai's hair and his body, he does look gigantic. Shave off his hair, he'll look like a midget, just taller, and fatter (I still love ya Jeff HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on my face tells the expression of me now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rrs1cVKAicI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NJE6379n2eQ/s1600-h/10082007147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rrs1cVKAicI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NJE6379n2eQ/s320/10082007147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096726164131580354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, right, i dont make sense. Its 3 in the morning, and i was chatting with my high school friends. I was reading through a short story that my brother wrote, and i couldn't stop laughing. I'll post it up for you guys, once his big day comes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-7138744495828500537?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/7138744495828500537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=7138744495828500537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7138744495828500537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7138744495828500537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/08/pondering-days-when-i-was-young.html' title='Pondering the days when i was young....'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rrs1b1KAibI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hOK7RqMoJ_0/s72-c/02082007132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-662481985804867532</id><published>2007-08-08T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:47:07.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life that has gone by...</title><content type='html'>There isn't one moment, before i lay rest on my bed, that i think back on my life. My life filled with activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice changes in my life, changes and developments that mould me into what i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrnKQlKAiZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1U9xdqqDLUI/s1600-h/08082007144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrnKQlKAiZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1U9xdqqDLUI/s320/08082007144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096326839547234706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember clearly, how my life was, from the age of 6-7. I was standard one. I remember being a very very shy boy. I never stood out, and i was never one that people look for to talk with. That was my primary school lifestyle. Going to school was a routine, doing homework was a routine, and coming home watching TV was a routine. I had a clean life, no fights, no explicit words, no backstabbing, and plenty of love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than there was my high school. I got separated from my whole bunch of good friends. I remember being the sole, or maybe one of the two that transferred to the high school i was studying. Life wasn't that obnoxious. Life was straight forward, honest, and predictable. Again, it was a life free of politics, backstabbing, and filled with funny puppy love feelings. The serene feeling that blasts through my heart resonates everytime i think of high school. One day, maybe one day i'll just dedicate a post to my high school life. I'll expose to the readers, all my mischievous acts, my innocent moments, and my happiest moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than it was Pre-University life...a lot happened too, which i can't just put in this one post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally..now..University life. Like what my dad told me, a diamond needs to be cut many times before it becomes shiny, becomes as shaped as a diamond should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, in Australia, supper ain't Roti Canai, Tomyam, or Nasi goreng. For me, this is my supper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrnKQFKAiYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yYJcNdAN5nw/s1600-h/08082007141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrnKQFKAiYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yYJcNdAN5nw/s320/08082007141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096326830957300098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutella + Bread....the soft chocolate and the aromatic bread smell just seeps through my nostrils....ultra delicious~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on people, and the things that has happened, whether good or bad, has shaped all of you in the unique and special way all of us are. Stay cheerful, and God will bless your hearts..as for me, i'm going to continue my race, my move, and my life...towards the fore~ I silently pray that the script GOd has written for me, will unfold ...the promises...the life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrnKQlKAiaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/c6wgWExA4rc/s1600-h/08082007146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrnKQlKAiaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/c6wgWExA4rc/s320/08082007146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096326839547234722" 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/9473376-662481985804867532?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/662481985804867532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=662481985804867532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/662481985804867532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/662481985804867532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-that-has-gone-by.html' title='Life that has gone by...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrnKQlKAiZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1U9xdqqDLUI/s72-c/08082007144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-186247595739645200</id><published>2007-08-06T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:26:42.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piu piu..Laser...Printer</title><content type='html'>I was quite inspired to blog as often as possible when things evolve or change in my life. Well, its just an excuse to shore off my boredom actually. Its approximately 12 a.m Auz time, and i just finished playing my basketball..2 hours of game. Kinda tired, but inspired and motivated to give the readers a glimpse of life within this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University students would know that lecture notes do come in handy all the time. For the past 2 years, i have been printing using the printers that is provided in uni..at a price of RM0.10 per piece. Well here in Auz, same concept, but slightly more expensive. $0.12 per piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of maths thrown into equation, i thought, argh what the hell..might as well just buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying the normal bubblejet, might cost me anything from 60-80 dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catridge of ink costs me easily $30. It will last me for anything from 4-6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laser printer on the other hand, relies on toner...the laser printer costs anything from 100 - 400 dollars. Toner itself is 100 dollars actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But laser printer can easily last you 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much calculation and contemplation, i decided to get a HP laser jet printer...at the price of $129. The pain to my pocket was so hurt, i was having some heartache....yikes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrcotlKAiVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Tn3_sWZb4C0/s1600-h/06082007138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrcotlKAiVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Tn3_sWZb4C0/s320/06082007138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095586266926319954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big fat printer on my table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rrcot1KAiWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7L3jd1CI9mw/s1600-h/06082007139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rrcot1KAiWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7L3jd1CI9mw/s320/06082007139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095586271221287266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the toner that is worth $119, remember, the printer is priced @ $129.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrcouFKAiXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GJXWkZziZlw/s1600-h/06082007140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrcouFKAiXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GJXWkZziZlw/s320/06082007140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095586275516254578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, the perfect fitting....finally my collection is complete. I do not have to buy any other accessories stuff...only food for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i would like to thank God for his gracious empowering in paving the way for me to live in a unit, with everyone i know, and living in the cheapest unit of all. Well it's comparatively cheaper, but i feel much comfortable in this room because it really looks like my own room in Malaysia. Its got the homey feeling and the sense of aromatic socks smell :-). God has his ways to bless us, and some of us might not be in the right place at the right time, or just having a bad day , or bad luck...well, God has everything scripted out...and im sure God will flip the situation over for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the note after the other note, i'm feeling much more comfortable here in Australia, well, its been the same feeling for the past few weeks, albeit the tough schedule, the ever so unhelpful lecturers, and some belt tightening moments, things have been moving well. Ive got great housemates, and great place to live in. Now its time to move things into the direction of making crazy friends...i know i wont be able to get friends, or anything close to the ones i have in my garden (Taman Midah, the bunch that will drive all the way to Genting for a steamboat feast), but i think i've got a few friends that might be the core of my adventure here in Auz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first time, for a long time, i can see my neck. **SoBs**. 8 Kgs lost, first month....no breakfast, tuna for lunch, fried rice for dinner.....2 weeks **weeee**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's great...chill on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i watched MU's game against Chelsea. I'm so sorry to all Chelsea fan, your team aren't the galactico now, its MU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Der Sar&lt;br /&gt;Vidic&lt;br /&gt;Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;Gary Neville (Wes Brown)&lt;br /&gt;Evra&lt;br /&gt;Hargreaves&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;Nani&lt;br /&gt;Giggs&lt;br /&gt;Tevez&lt;br /&gt;Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWSEE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-186247595739645200?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/186247595739645200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=186247595739645200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/186247595739645200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/186247595739645200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/08/piu-piulaserprinter.html' title='Piu piu..Laser...Printer'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrcotlKAiVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Tn3_sWZb4C0/s72-c/06082007138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5095802281988671680</id><published>2007-08-04T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T02:47:39.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Soccer Fans....</title><content type='html'>Right, im actually beaming..beaming with such hilarity and maybe a mixture of shock and satisfaction. Shock because the Glazer has actually allowed Manchester United to spend that much during the offseasons. See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani - 15 million&lt;br /&gt;Anderson - 17 million&lt;br /&gt;Hargreaves - 17 million&lt;br /&gt;and soon Carlos Tevez - Undisclosed fees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't be satisfied with such a lineup? Looking at Manchester United's side when healthy, they were one of the best i've seen, may not be best, but complete in a whole sense. They've got one of the best keeper during his prime, Van Der Sar, and not to mention, when Gary Neville was healthy, his run up to the flanks was so useful and that adds up to MU's offense. On the left, we've got the tough tackling Heinze, or Evra, who can runs as fast as most MU player can go. On the central, we have the ever smart positioning Ferdinand, and towering/strong Vidic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision that was still in Scholes proved to be one of the best asset MU had last season. His stability with the ball, together with his vision for long passes makes him one of the playmaker in deep position. Ronaldo, priceless, Giggs, vintage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than, they have Rooney, who can proved to be a defender, midfield or attacker whenever he wants to. Saha when healthy, was a great holder of ball, and shooter of the ball. His passes and pace proved to be a menace with MU's great counter attack strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, with this lineup, MU was one of the most dominating and entertaining team in EPL. Add the speed of Anderson, the skills of Nani, and the tough tackling Hargreaves, MU can easily become one of the team with a complete set of youngsters. Its entirely for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson is 19&lt;br /&gt;Nani is 21&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo is 22&lt;br /&gt;Rooney is 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you might have noticed, MU recruited one young talent ...&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhain_Davis"&gt;Rhain Davis. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 years old, and easily he can make it into Malaysia's football team. Add the whole list, with Carlos Tevez, already at his prime, 23 years old, once labelled as the New Maradona, the prophet for Argentina, into this already strong team. I'm sure Ferguson can mend this team together, he's worked this magic out numerous time, and Ferguson hasn't failed in utilizing a strong squad. Unlike his assistant, Quieroz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eager for the new EPL season, i want to see MU winning the champions league...they can do it..i know they can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5095802281988671680?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5095802281988671680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5095802281988671680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5095802281988671680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5095802281988671680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-soccer-fans.html' title='For Soccer Fans....'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-7192116542253901534</id><published>2007-08-03T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T02:00:49.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a cute little bottle of chivas regal, 12 years old in Clayton Town, and i couldn't resist getting a bottle. Its cheaper to Malaysia dollar to dollar, even after conversion, its cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrIbFFKAiSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3OkleNtOR_k/s1600-h/03082007134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrIbFFKAiSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3OkleNtOR_k/s320/03082007134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094163902606903586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my chivas, already quarter gone, and my 2litres of Vanilla coke, nearly half gone. The two small box contains my M&amp;Ms and thats my faithful Sony Ericsson phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrIbGVKAiUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iUOklq6WDso/s1600-h/03082007136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrIbGVKAiUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iUOklq6WDso/s320/03082007136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094163924081740098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another angle of those drinks, and my orange cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrIbFlKAiTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tlIHP1i4QyI/s1600-h/03082007135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrIbFlKAiTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tlIHP1i4QyI/s320/03082007135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094163911196838194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy howdy howdy, orange cup, orange LCD background, and my orange bandana....cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-7192116542253901534?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/7192116542253901534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=7192116542253901534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7192116542253901534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7192116542253901534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-found-cute-little-bottle-of-chivas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RrIbFFKAiSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3OkleNtOR_k/s72-c/03082007134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-7727115216282497971</id><published>2007-07-30T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:53:31.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FREAKING COLD WEATHER! I heard that it is raining cats and dogs back in Malaysia. Not a single drop here in Melbourne. It's a sad thing, apparently because Melbourne is a very dry city, with water rationing at the third level, and water are being recycled almost instantaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rq3wBFKAiRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7w7YetuZGOc/s1600-h/30072007127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rq3wBFKAiRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7w7YetuZGOc/s320/30072007127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092990654980589842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so eager to give seminar, and talks to the high school student that is going to finish their studies (SPM) soon. Often times, i reflect at the times i had to search for a certain course that i will be interested in. There was literally little option available. There wasn't enough exposure, it was all up to my own self to go to the net, search valiantly for nothing, and ask around people, who gives you incorrect direction. Not to mention the times i wandered around going through the same topic, only to be led to another dimension of world of studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i look back at how my life has been developed, i overstress myself in thinking how my future will turn out to be. I've been having sleepless night, wandering, and thinking how my future work life can turn out to be a grand one, albeit having enjoyment doing it. Of course, its dream, but i truly believe that this might happen one day. Having a job that offers a comfort of life, and also a job which i am eager to work without dreading to wake up every morning doing the same old routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, there are so many things running through my head, i wonder is it just me, or is it teenagers that is going to worklife experiencing this. Inevitable for me it seems, that this repetitive future thinking comes waltzing into my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rq3wAlKAiQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bLpU1xZbKRE/s1600-h/30072007120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rq3wAlKAiQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bLpU1xZbKRE/s320/30072007120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092990646390655234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i cooked fried rice for dinner...forego the picture...looks shitty in the picture, but it was quite consumable. Not bad, i mean after my first try at fried rice which was a complete failure, this one was near to the road side stalls. When im back to Malaysia, i'll feast you guys with this fried rice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-7727115216282497971?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/7727115216282497971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=7727115216282497971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7727115216282497971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7727115216282497971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/07/freaking-cold-weather-i-heard-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rq3wBFKAiRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7w7YetuZGOc/s72-c/30072007127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5835089340427199259</id><published>2007-07-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:43:52.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sunday News</title><content type='html'>Sunday. The day where travelling all day, all zones, all modes of transportation in Melbourne is only $2.50. Its inevitable but to hold up all the travelling around the city to this very day. Probably that is one of the reason why i always bump to familliar faces in the city. Today is a special day. Its going to be the first time i am going to attend a church in Australia. The church i am going might seem familliar to others, Planet Shakers City Church. It's in Melbourne, and i am going to be a permanent resident in the church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqy-QlKAiOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ut6tBwgNE6A/s1600-h/29072007117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqy-QlKAiOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ut6tBwgNE6A/s320/29072007117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092654470710462690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is being held at Dallas Brook Centre. Apparently its rented, and every morning, the crew will have to assemble in the sound system, the lighting, and the whole dilli dalla stuffs. Pretty amazing stuff i must say. The interior is huge, and the stage is good to fit 100 people. Service starts at 3:45 p.m. I was there at 3:30 p.m, and i must say, this guys start SHARP at 3:45 p.m. The whole worship team was there. Mike Webber, Seeley, Kris Gugliemucci, Sam Evans and etc. They strut out amazing songs, and i haven't been enjoying myself in praise and worship for quite sometime. Russell Evans was the pastor preaching today. Boy was he amazing. Every word uttered, people just stood up, clapped in agreement and in praise to the Lord. I would say that attending this big church is nothing short of an eye opener. I get to experience this things, every week, compared to maybe twice a year in Malaysia. As a new comer, i got myself a goodie pack, and a planet shakers CD. Not the newest CD's, but i was glad to take the Reflector album, the one that eluded my collection. Service ended at 5:45 p.m, and the ushers had to lead us all the way to the basement to exit, because the main entrance, well...was filled with audiences for the 6 p.m service. The whole place was PACKED. JAM PACKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was already 6 p.m when the whole ordeal finished. I am joining one of their CG's, and also their leadership training program, called DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to write more, but its already near 3 a.m, and my foot stinks like rubbish bin droplets. Here's a picture of how sleepy i am now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqy_l1KAiPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/g2ARha9hujw/s1600-h/30072007119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqy_l1KAiPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/g2ARha9hujw/s320/30072007119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092655935294310642" 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/9473376-5835089340427199259?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5835089340427199259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5835089340427199259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5835089340427199259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5835089340427199259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-news.html' title='The Sunday News'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqy-QlKAiOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ut6tBwgNE6A/s72-c/29072007117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-872981940802014869</id><published>2007-07-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:51:13.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sichuan Food = Spicy Killer</title><content type='html'>I have to brag abit when it comes to spicy food. Right..not brag...i mean, i feel happy when food becomes a bit wee to the spicy side. After all, Nasi Lemak for breakfast, Laksa for lunch, Curry Mee for dinner, and tomyam for supper, its the threshold of all meals in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never have i seen, nor tasted sichuan food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqtwqFKAiJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-C50GdyMQF4/s1600-h/27072007108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqtwqFKAiJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-C50GdyMQF4/s320/27072007108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092287671913449618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqtwq1KAiKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fJ0uon_YC3c/s1600-h/27072007109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqtwq1KAiKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fJ0uon_YC3c/s320/27072007109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092287684798351522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my friends knowingly that i like spicy food, brought me into the heart of Melbourne, and into Chinatown. Dainty Sichuan Food. The name that sounds dainty itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant was packed, with local and asians filling their stomach with the delicacy. I was tainted with a shocked face, when i saw the dishes. Fried pork intestine being cloth with a bath full of chilli, not chilli flakes, but chilli itself. Picture as below....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqtwrFKAiLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wpYbehKso44/s1600-h/27072007110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqtwrFKAiLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wpYbehKso44/s320/27072007110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092287689093318834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first bite of the fried intestine pork was pure dejavu. Spicy, and more spice. I can bet my ass if James (TS) eats a piece of that, he'll be off crying within seconds after the dish reaches his throat. My friend ordered 4 dishes, and 4 were all spicy. So it was really..orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 2 pictures of my friend that had the "aftershock" of Sichuan Dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqtwrlKAiMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3O0SaVS3dsU/s1600-h/27072007111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqtwrlKAiMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3O0SaVS3dsU/s320/27072007111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092287697683253442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqtwsVKAiNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/b4V3FXv__PA/s1600-h/27072007113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqtwsVKAiNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/b4V3FXv__PA/s320/27072007113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092287710568155346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal was quite expensive, but a total eye opener. The spice really stays in your mouth, and burns your stomach to the maximum. I have had spicier dishes, but this one will be one of the few that i ever forget. I really wish that you guys can experience this things, the hotdog in PJ comes no where close to this one. I'm going to enjoy more delicacy here in Australia, and i'm going to post up photos so that i dont feel much jealousy when you guys keep telling me of the nice foods back in Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-872981940802014869?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/872981940802014869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=872981940802014869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/872981940802014869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/872981940802014869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/07/sichuan-food-spicy-killer.html' title='Sichuan Food = Spicy Killer'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqtwqFKAiJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-C50GdyMQF4/s72-c/27072007108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-887166217800193340</id><published>2007-07-26T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:44:39.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life to me, is pretty much ambiguous at the moment. There is me, life in Malaysia, and than now, me, life in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Malaysia has been pretty much like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday TO Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-4p.m CLASSES&lt;br /&gt;5-7p.m Go online, do nothing, and than just listen to songs, and continue doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;8p.m Yummy, dinner, go out and eat...or just bring back anything from anywhere. It's rather cheap&lt;br /&gt;9p.m Talk with mom, disturb David, play around the computer&lt;br /&gt;9:30-10:30 p.m Watch Chinese Movie(TVB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's And Thursdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 p.m - 1 a.m - Night futsal.&lt;br /&gt;1 a.m - 3a.m - Yum cha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's&lt;br /&gt;10:30 p.m - 2:30 a.m - CYBERCAFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;2:30 a.m - 3 a.m - YUM CHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 p.m - 12 a.m - DANCE CLASSES !!! (Hip Hop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up time , anytime between 10-2 p.m&lt;br /&gt;Browse through songs, think of anything i could do during youths, just reminiscing on life 2 p.m to 4 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth time, 4p.m - 7 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Papa 7 p.m to 9ish 10ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back, 10 ish, fortnightly, CYBERCAFE!! till about 2 a.m. YUMCHA till about 3 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if there aint cybercafe, it'll be YUM CHA from 10ish to 1ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Church, 10 a.m to 2p.m, inclusive of all the driving for youths.&lt;br /&gt;2p.m - 4p.m. Laze, sleep, nap&lt;br /&gt;4 p.m - 7 p.m - FOOTBALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;7p.m Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;7-8 p.m, talking time with mom, she needs to blab things out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;8-10 p.m - In room..studying, or doing assignment for the coming week&lt;br /&gt;11 p.m - YUMCHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'll come back about 12-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats...my life style in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm done with my first month here in Australia, here's how things are practically shaping out :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY - FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up 10, basketball's to about 12 p.m. Classes till 5 p.m, come back and cook for dinner. It'll be done by 7 p.m. Study till 10 p.m, go online and update my blog, check on sites, and by 11 p.m i'll sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY, wake up 10ish, study till about 2p.m, walk around the room, call friends, go buy groceries. 5 p.m, head to Church. Come back for dinner, than by 10 p.m sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY, a day where i dont know what to do at all...go city occasionally..maybe...i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be stupid if i say i dont miss Malaysia's lifestyle. Its the holy grail in living life, but it needs to be abstain if your a student.  I dont really know what you guys do everyday, but i'm sure my readers here, have a certain lifestyle that they stick to daily. So maybe if you can just write down what you guys do on monday-friday, saturday's and sundays, put it in your blog, and finally you'll see how your life's are shaping out. Consider this an assignment...or a ..tag if you so like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather here rocks ass....4 degrees and i feel like im a freezer now..brrrrr...thank God that this place is so heated up....everytime i go out, it's like walking into a big living freaking freezer.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos for you guys to soak into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqi09FKAiGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QkZQ3k93pO8/s1600-h/26072007101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqi09FKAiGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QkZQ3k93pO8/s320/26072007101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091518340191520866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my notebook, and my LCD panel. I got my notebook hooked onto the LCD panel, so whenever i watch movie, i'll watch in on the LCD panel. 19". Gadget freak me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqi09lKAiHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/45jNifDWjGM/s1600-h/22072007089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqi09lKAiHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/45jNifDWjGM/s320/22072007089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091518348781455474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to test how good was the N73's camera, and yea, pretty impressed with this effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqi091KAiII/AAAAAAAAAFI/_oJqnh0SEjI/s1600-h/26072007103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqi091KAiII/AAAAAAAAAFI/_oJqnh0SEjI/s320/26072007103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091518353076422786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time i have my closet so tidy. I can't resist but to take pictures of this, because this is something that is so rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update often, i promise, if i dont, post in comment and scold me..:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-887166217800193340?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/887166217800193340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=887166217800193340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/887166217800193340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/887166217800193340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-to-me-is-pretty-much-ambiguous-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rqi09FKAiGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QkZQ3k93pO8/s72-c/26072007101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-6664465026946647187</id><published>2007-07-21T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:20:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting more of God</title><content type='html'>I really want God to be omnipresence. I think everyone wants it. But more so myself. The first month here in Australia has been really a struggle, well for certain reasons in which i think only myself knows about it. Life seems to be on the downward spiral, which barely bounced back up throughout my 3 years in Monash. Nothing's much improved eventhough i'm in Australia. My dubious decision to join Computer Science has really hit me hard. Self motivation seemed like the only thing i could do, to help me stay positive throughout the duration of this course. Yet, i know, sometimes failure is inevitable in life. Being able to divert from it is the best option, but sometimes, it just hits you straight on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think yesterday, was one of the few periods that i got so sick, i couldn't eat anything. A wholesome 16 hours sleep should be able to shake off any lethargic, or sickness within oneself, but the 16 hours sleep was something i loathe on. I had such a bad muscle ache, and neck ache, i was so tempted to take one of my friend's pillow, and just stack on the 2 i already have. Suddenly, the image of my bed and my pillows was just so clear within me. Bolsters is what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up today, seemed like a fresh start. Full concentration in studies is what i plan to do this semester. Of course, not forgetting life is made much healthier with a slight dose of sports in my life. As i am sitting down on my chair, my hands moving up and down, embedding words onto my notepad for this blog, i look back at my life. A life with challenges, and a life with so much support from my family and friends. Reminiscing about this, keeps me going strong. It is undeniable, that my life wouldn't be so moulded, if God wasn't here for me. Whether i feel it or not, i know, and i know for sure, that it is God that make things happen in my life. It may not be something that is directly onto my life, but it is what God does around the people in my life, that affects me directly. I am so hoping, now that im in Australia, God does something directly into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to see miracles, see miracles that i never would think it would happen. Feel His presence so strongly in my life, because i know, now that im alone in Australia, it is only through him, i can feel occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things are going well back in Malaysia for all my friends and readers. One thing i really hope in seeing, is that people grow spiritually back in my church's youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gentle prayer, is always to have God bless my family, my mom, my dad and my bro, and i am always thankful that God has blessed me with things that always seemed impossible, yet made possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-6664465026946647187?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/6664465026946647187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=6664465026946647187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6664465026946647187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6664465026946647187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/07/wanting-more-of-god.html' title='Wanting more of God'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-1851852601095615168</id><published>2007-07-20T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:04:17.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been pretty much left on the edge as of late. I haven't been able to get onto the internet because this new place..is really new. Here are some pictures overdose for you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqC8ZSYbpjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xcyot4Yunmc/s1600-h/15072007075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqC8ZSYbpjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xcyot4Yunmc/s320/15072007075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089274721545725490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqC8ZiYbpkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ENSaJxeu954/s1600-h/16072007076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqC8ZiYbpkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ENSaJxeu954/s320/16072007076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089274725840692802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqC-JyYbpmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/m8pUG94OT3k/s1600-h/19072007081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqC-JyYbpmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/m8pUG94OT3k/s320/19072007081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089276654281008738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqC-XiYbpnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CLiX_o4RPeI/s1600-h/15072007073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqC-XiYbpnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CLiX_o4RPeI/s320/15072007073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089276890504210034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in Australia 3 weeks now, and i've been sick for a grand total of 2 times. Both because of my sore throat. Believing the fact that my tonsil has been nothing but an ass in Australia. Weather's really dry. Yesterday, i was having a bad cough. A cough so bad, i felt like my liver and heart was gonna be coughed out as well. After the cough, i had sore throat, than the next day (today), i developed fever. This chain effect is so predictable, i can tell my friends i'm going to be sick tomorrow, even when i'm not sick yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to give an overview report of my first impression of life here in Australia, and since now i've gotten myself 16 hours of sleep earlier, i've got all the might i can ever get to write this review..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqDCESYbpoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Bdk-Ba3O4vE/s1600-h/13072007040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqDCESYbpoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Bdk-Ba3O4vE/s320/13072007040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089280957838239362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqDCEiYbppI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mrbjnWKjcR8/s1600-h/13072007041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqDCEiYbppI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mrbjnWKjcR8/s320/13072007041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089280962133206674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Day Out (Orientation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqDCEyYbpqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9x4VurrBZnI/s1600-h/14072007048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqDCEyYbpqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9x4VurrBZnI/s320/14072007048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089280966428173986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before review, i must really give thumbs up for one of the shops in Springvale that provide this wonderful beef noodle. The taste is so heavenly, it sorta replaces my crave for tomyam back in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must really give thumbs up for one of the shops in Springvale that provide this wonderful beef noodle. The taste is so heavenly, it sorta replaces my crave for tomyam back in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one thing thing i noticed once i landed down, was the organization which Australia was. Second thing was, the driving manner in Australia. THere wasn't crazy cutting of queue, nor was there any traffic jam to start with in the first place. Melbourne itself, is a packed city, with trams and cars sharing the road. One can be forgiven if they have a hard time manouevring around the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More can be said of their public transportation, with bus, trams and train taking you to parts of Australia with just a single card. Unlike the ones in Malaysia, public transport is a far more favourable choice of transportation, as it is comparatively cheaper than to pay for petrol and car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-1851852601095615168?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/1851852601095615168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=1851852601095615168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1851852601095615168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1851852601095615168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-has-been-pretty-much-left-on-edge.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RqC8ZSYbpjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xcyot4Yunmc/s72-c/15072007075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-8595217817696492970</id><published>2007-07-10T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:41:54.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How's it going people? Sorry for the lack of updates as of late, been pretty much uptight with the schedules around this place. I am going to let picture speak to you this time, i got kinda lazy typing (i still keep my diary running).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDqkUBTlfI/AAAAAAAAACI/vuNMxFU_hIA/s1600-h/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDqkUBTlfI/AAAAAAAAACI/vuNMxFU_hIA/s320/DSC01683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084821888871667186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Yow Keat, good friend of mine which is going to stay with me in due time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDqzEBTlhI/AAAAAAAAACY/wyasqloajsc/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDqzEBTlhI/AAAAAAAAACY/wyasqloajsc/s320/DSC01685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084822142274737682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the lunch i ate on my first day there, actually second day. Fettucine Carbonara... a wholesome of $7.50AUD, equivalent to approximately RM23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDquEBTlgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ao21XQGCFZk/s1600-h/DSC01711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDquEBTlgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ao21XQGCFZk/s320/DSC01711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084822056375391746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis is the latest picture i have, yesterday in fact. That's me trying on my Timberland Dry FIt shirt. Its my first dry fit shirt, it took me quite sometime to think of buying one, but it was very comfortable. It was a $40 AUD, equivalent to about RM120. Big money i know...but i haven't been getting good summer shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDq90BTliI/AAAAAAAAACg/SYMxBdzSwrQ/s1600-h/DSC01708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDq90BTliI/AAAAAAAAACg/SYMxBdzSwrQ/s320/DSC01708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084822326958331426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One random photo taken of one of the events we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrSUBTlkI/AAAAAAAAACw/CIKcHuan9e0/s1600-h/DSC01709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrSUBTlkI/AAAAAAAAACw/CIKcHuan9e0/s320/DSC01709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084822679145649730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this photo inside Village, a cinema complex. Supposed to make me look like a dwarf, which i think it did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrzUBTlmI/AAAAAAAAADA/RSE58tHFPSs/s1600-h/DSC01712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrzUBTlmI/AAAAAAAAADA/RSE58tHFPSs/s320/DSC01712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084823246081332834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrzUBTlnI/AAAAAAAAADI/_0lE21DKzM0/s1600-h/DSC01713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrzUBTlnI/AAAAAAAAADI/_0lE21DKzM0/s320/DSC01713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084823246081332850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrzkBTloI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7gyorOIdyFQ/s1600-h/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrzkBTloI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7gyorOIdyFQ/s320/DSC01714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084823250376300162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrzkBTlpI/AAAAAAAAADY/H8n7RoZoTzY/s1600-h/DSC01715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrzkBTlpI/AAAAAAAAADY/H8n7RoZoTzY/s320/DSC01715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084823250376300178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are some pictures i took in Chinatown Melbourne. Nothing biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrzEBTllI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3L9Ud1znBGI/s1600-h/DSC01710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDrzEBTllI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3L9Ud1znBGI/s320/DSC01710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084823241786365522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this car outside of a shopping mall. Kinda cool to have customize number plat. I saw one car in Coles this morning, it was green in colour, and the car plat was HULKSV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDr-0BTlqI/AAAAAAAAADg/xxWuj8k9CEM/s1600-h/DSC01719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDr-0BTlqI/AAAAAAAAADg/xxWuj8k9CEM/s320/DSC01719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084823443649828514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this one really caught me suprised. This information kiosk inside Melbourne Central (shopping mall), is so cool, it makes any thing in malaysia look bad. Why? Because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Its automatically operated&lt;br /&gt;2) Choose a destination, or choose a category, they will pinpoint the place in the shopping mall, in cool animation style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more big information directories, no more manual words to look for, everything is just so automatic and urbanly cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1 a.m now, give me a break, ill post up more photos...and my new phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-8595217817696492970?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/8595217817696492970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=8595217817696492970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8595217817696492970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8595217817696492970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/07/hows-it-going-people-sorry-for-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RpDqkUBTlfI/AAAAAAAAACI/vuNMxFU_hIA/s72-c/DSC01683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3357280523517581645</id><published>2007-07-04T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:13:08.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia...My Diary</title><content type='html'>Hey people, im sorry for the delay in my updates of life in Australia. So to compensate, ill post my very intimate diary which nobody should see up, the first 4 days in Auz. Be Thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, starting my diary on the trip to Australia. I left Malaysia on the 30th June 2007. Mom, Dad, Vid, Aunt Molley, Granny, 2nd Aunt, and my neighbourhood friends (Ah Dee, Alex, Darryl, Benny, Melissa, Alvin, Eugene, Daniel, Yap) sent me off at the airport. Yow Keat came with his parents. I had some problems with the immigration because the bags i brought contained liquid container &gt;100 ml. Two of my facewash, my body shampoo and hair shampoo were surrendered. The plane departed Malaysia @ 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Ozz at about 7:20 a.m. We passed the customs with ease (They took my milo as well). The monash representative than brought us to Carnegie, where Yow Keat's friend's mom was waiting at her home. We unloaded our stuffs, and made ourselves at home. Aunt Ivy than brought us out to Springvale, where we had Vietnamese lunch. The food portions were big, and i had trouble trying to eat it by myself. After lunch, she brought us around the area, which was heavily populated by Vietnamese. Asians were the main race around the area. After getting some essential items, we headed back to Carnegie, where we continued unpacking. Yow Keat and I slept at 4 p.m till the very next morning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 8 a.m today, feeling really really cold. The weather was near 5 degrees, and i had a hard time sleeping because i wasn't really covered from top to bottom. Suprisingly, i had milk + Cornflakes for breakfast (i bought it from coles). Went for a walk with Aunt Ivy around Caulfield. It was quite a long walk, because we went through the long way around clayton. It was a good 1 hour walk through and flow, but i slowly experienced slight pain on my ankle because of the absence of long walk in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and rested for awhile. At about 11 a.m, we departed to Clayton for lunch with Jia, Jon, Tw, Jh. Carnegie, the place i am staying at this moment is located in Zone 1, and the travel to Clayton, which is located in Zone 2, would cost us quite an amount. So Yk and I decided to walk to Oakleigh, which is located at Zone 2. The walk was excruciating, as the weather was windy. The walk from Carnegie to Oakleigh took us approximately 45 minutes. From there, we took the train to Clayton itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the train station, we saw all 4 of them waiting. We greeted each other and headed straight for lunch. Italian food for lunch, it was one of the wise options because we were in groups, and i was particularly in need of something to fill my stomach. I ordered Fettucine Carbonara, and all 6 of us shared 2 large pizzas. The meal was delicious as it was cold and windy, thus the meal gave us a good insuline for our frosted body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jh and TW went on with their journey to Melbourne City, whilst the other pair accompanied us to Monash Clayton to get more information on the accomodation provided by unicare. We walked to Glen Brook avenue, and confirmed our place to stay there.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Clayton Town to get some groceries, and later proceed in taking a train to Hughesdale, and than walked by to Carnegie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had pasta for dinner. YK and i spent time watching Blades Of Glory, and we napped at about 12 :30 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 8 a.m today, and i was shivering. I forgot to wear my stockins, and i had very bad chill. I immediately went and had a bath, which helped heated my body. Today's agenda was to accompany yk to uni for his registration. We reached the university at about 10 a.m. As he was ushered to the registration place, i settled myself in the cafetaria, had carbonara and list down my projected expenses and how i can cover from my expenses. I met Boon Ean, and Vero in the cafetaria whilst eating. Yow Keat finished at about 1 p.m, and we immediately went to Commonwealth bank because yk has to start up his bank account. The queue was very very long and it took approximately 1 hour to get his done. We met up with Pin Hoong and explained to him our accomodation predicament. Our initial confirmation of the accomodation was cast into doubts because we believe that its not very far from homestay itself. Not forgetting that it is quite expensive although everything is covered, really triggered second thoughts about the house/home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yk had his bank account all setup, we got our OPTUS phone numbers. It is quite amazing that numbers are not pre-selected, but it is rather given to you when you activate your phone. It also came to my attention that even though you are using different network, the initial 2 or 3 numbers are the same...it starts with 04. My number is 04-1368-1361.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to start up my bank account, and the best bank to use for me personally was ANZ, so i had to travel all the way to clayton town to set up my account. The problem was that it was 4 p.m, and we were quite new to the train station thingy. So we had to travel all the way to end of the line, than only to the other end of the line to get to clayton station. Altogether wasting approximately 1 hour, only to find out that banks are closed at 4 p.m on monday's to wednesdays. With nothing else to do for the day, we decided to head back home. Aunty Ivy cooked some simple yet delicious meal for dinner. I watched some movies, and than proceeded to sleep at about 10 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was orientation day for my faculty, i had to be in uni at 9:30 a.m. I automatically sprang up at about 7:50 a.m. I quickly sent an email to Daniel See to inform him that yk and i would not be able to confirm the accomodation that soon. We left the house and reached uni just in time for my registration. There, i met great people from MUISS (Monash University International Student Society). I got my student ID done, and i registered in Winter Swoop ($AUD5) and Big Day Out ($AUD20), which was an outing for international students (compulsory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the registration, i was led to the IT faculty building to get my enrolment done. I met with Dr David Taniar, who assisted me with the subjects to choose. I finished the whole procedure at about 12 p.m. I subsequently headed to the cafetaria to get my lasagne (lunch), and than quickly headed to Clayton Town to get my ANZ account all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my bank account done at about 2 p.m, and we proceeded in our journey back to Carnegie. On our way back, we stopped by a small shop lot to get some groceries. Tim Tam has been of great help lately, delicious and filling, the price simply outweighs the option i have for supper. No more Tomyam, no more Nasi Lemak, no more Roti Canai, its just Tim Tams now for supper. Came home and packed up my bag because it was filled with so many brochures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to write a short up opinion or what i think of this place, and its going to be real darn harsh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-3357280523517581645?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3357280523517581645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3357280523517581645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3357280523517581645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3357280523517581645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/07/australiamy-diary.html' title='Australia...My Diary'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-472392046801289156</id><published>2007-06-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:26:11.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm..Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rn6pI2rPAMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/swA2GrXwYUc/s1600-h/Clipboard01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rn6pI2rPAMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/swA2GrXwYUc/s320/Clipboard01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079683399301398722" 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/9473376-472392046801289156?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/472392046801289156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=472392046801289156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/472392046801289156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/472392046801289156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/06/ermtest.html' title='Erm..Test'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rn6pI2rPAMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/swA2GrXwYUc/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-1004829292567231249</id><published>2007-06-21T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T15:52:27.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss Off</title><content type='html'>So there i was, standin infront of the water vendor, filling up my glass, for the 12th time. Slowly i elevate the plastic cup until my lip touches it. **Gruggg**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 times in 10 mins, ive got to do the same routine. Reason? I wanted to pee. Reason? I had to do a urine test. Reason? I need to apply for visa. Reason? I am pursuing my studies in Australia. Reason? I want to get out of my comfort zone. Reason? Getting out of comfort zone, redefines who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this was the scenario. I had to do my checkup at Life Care Diagnostic, Wisma MCIS. I reached there at about 12 p.m. After filling up the procedural forms, paying the incurred expenses, there asked me for urine sample. So there i was, standing, drinking cups after cups. 12:30 p.m, there wasn't the urge yet. 12:45 p.m, still no urge. The nurse asked me in for the x-ray, for eye sight test. Fine, 1:10 p.m, after approximately 15 cups, still no urge. Well there was, but i thought it wasn't enough to fill the sample cup half full. So i waited, and i continued drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't in my life, had such a disgust of drinking water. 1:30, i told myself, thats it, i'll just give what ever the amount i've got. It aint as simple as just "peeing" into the cup. They want the middle specimen, that means, they dont want the first batch of pee that just came out, and not the batch of urine towards the end. ARGHHH.  So damn mafan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lar, i did what they asked, and i managed to fill it half full. Damn i was glad. I was glad i dont have to go through this same bullshit. My friend told me, peeing was simple. Yes it was, until i have to INTENTIONALLY PEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the consultation with the doctor, (at about 2 p.m), i started to have crazy ass urge to pee. WOah, i swear i could fill 1.5 litre bottle with that pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, whilst i was driving, i had that crazy urge again. I had to like, speed to my uni, and zoom to the toilet. ANother 1.5 litre of cupful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**winks**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pees are so delayed....im so pissed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-1004829292567231249?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/1004829292567231249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=1004829292567231249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1004829292567231249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1004829292567231249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/06/piss-off.html' title='Piss Off'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5092739163849746387</id><published>2007-06-20T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T04:29:31.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You see....</title><content type='html'>I know i was supposed to update this blog as often as possible during this exam period, but ive been dreaded with the transfer saga thats been revolving around my current time line, so that makes me ...almost unfree....but than again, who reads my blog..so...doesn't make much of a difference&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5092739163849746387?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5092739163849746387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5092739163849746387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5092739163849746387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5092739163849746387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-see.html' title='You see....'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-4345631133162530594</id><published>2007-06-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:54:17.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im in Love</title><content type='html'>Wrong time, wrong time to be in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-4345631133162530594?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/4345631133162530594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=4345631133162530594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4345631133162530594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/4345631133162530594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-love.html' title='Im in Love'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-1261997297735447925</id><published>2007-06-12T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T04:12:27.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The slow and steady ride....</title><content type='html'>I think juggling between two girlfriends aint as hard as juggling exams and getting my transfer applications all done up.  I plan not to divulge my stay in Auz in such a short notice. People call me obnoxious and stuck-up for being so..."unfriendly" so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Auz, 2 years, not coming back in between. I think thats the short plan i gave out to my dad. Leaving 30th or 1st July, study hard, work hard, and during the summer, i will be working as well. I have been running up and down trying to settle some issues that came out during my transfer application. Now that ive got my confirmation of registration, i can finally proceed in applying for VISA and doing my med check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a 30kg load that i can bring along. Humh, heavy you think....light..i believe. Rice cooker, kettle, comforter...those were the few things that i thought of bringing, until my dad ridiculed me off. Custom's gonna be on my ass cutting my throat and laughing their asses off with such items. But i must ALL SO REMEMBER NOT TO BRING ANY PIRATED DVD's/CD's/Games, or else ill be fined a hefty RM2,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be my last month in Malaysia, i really want to spend most of my days going out with all my friends. Sadly, currently plagued with finals, it ends 22nd, from then onwards, should be a massive clubbing week. Schedules should be, wake up 12 p.m, go out with friends, mix around, mingle around till about 6 p.m. Come back to play games, till about 9 p.m. Prepare for night life, than club till 3 a.m, come back, yum cha, sleep at 6 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, should be a heck of a nice schedule before flying off to Auz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-1261997297735447925?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/1261997297735447925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=1261997297735447925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1261997297735447925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/1261997297735447925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/06/slow-and-steady-ride.html' title='The slow and steady ride....'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-2252307145610772935</id><published>2007-05-31T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:52:46.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam period...literally..</title><content type='html'>Well, as you readers of my faithful short entry blog know, the exam period is coming and you can expect loads of daily updates. Ive never failed you guys during my exam period to update my blog. So yea..exam period...bleeding mentally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-2252307145610772935?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/2252307145610772935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=2252307145610772935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2252307145610772935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2252307145610772935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/05/exam-periodliterally.html' title='Exam period...literally..'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-8209683166552246237</id><published>2007-05-29T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:30:20.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>Have you lived a life where it feels like you've done something or seen something before? Whenever you wake up, or walk into a room, you feel that you've done that before, heard that sound before, smelled the fragrance before. No, its not because the room is like that. Its a feeling, a feeling that can be described as Deja Vu. I find it intriguing that this feeling creeps into me. Its as if, i dreamt of this yesterday. Or whilst reading a book, surfing the net, the vision of this situation bang into my head. Here i am, in the library, trying to study. I did the same thing yesterday, but this aint no dejavu, its call, doing-the-same-old-shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than suddenly, you see a girl. You start to think..."Hey, she looks familliar". The same one liner that has been whored out. But than again, what else can you say? She does look familliar. Well i can't say she looks like my mother, the next thing i can expect is one hand flying across my face. But than again, why can't she look like my mom? My mom's eclipsing half a century, but looks like those undergrad students that just finished their degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl passes you by, than you started to think, "Why am i so stupid to miss out that chance". Deja Vu? No, thats called stupidity for not taking an action.&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later whilst you walk out the library doors, you see a guy with a hagged looking hair, wearing specs, weighs no less than 50kg. It strikes you again, "He looks familliar". You think hard, you squeezed every cells and neurons passing each other to familiarize yourself with that guy's look. His eyes look familiar you think, his lips looks familiar you wonder, and minutes later, you figured out who he looks like, you freaked out and started to get depressed. He looks just like you. OH MY GOODNESSS GRACIOUS MEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-8209683166552246237?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/8209683166552246237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=8209683166552246237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8209683166552246237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8209683166552246237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/05/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5980249970957256158</id><published>2007-05-28T06:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:52:23.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living A Celebrity Lifestyle?</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered how it is to live a celebrity life? A life where your movements, your actions, your speeches are all captured and mimicked. A life where paparazzi make things a living hell for you, fan's making your life looked all worth it, and a bank account that can make anyone jealous of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RloJ3sWr3qI/AAAAAAAAABk/ybQh-0LDZT0/s1600-h/187608788_57947322d3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RloJ3sWr3qI/AAAAAAAAABk/ybQh-0LDZT0/s320/187608788_57947322d3_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069375182962679458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But than again, it is this dreams and fantasy's that keeps people wandering about. There are pro's and con's to living a lifestyle of such. People look onto the positive's of this, but nevertheless, often times we see that celebrity's suffer from breakup's, mental depression more often than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you do know the pro's for it eh? Being recognized everywhere, getting $$$ rolling down the floor..and also, you get a special celebrity treatment if you are jailed. Yes, if you are going to be jailed (etc Paris Hilton), you are not jailed together with the other inmates, no...no your not, instead your cell will be one heck of a class (maybe something like my room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RloJ38Wr3rI/AAAAAAAAABs/Wwr1WcTBFEg/s1600-h/paparazzi-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RloJ38Wr3rI/AAAAAAAAABs/Wwr1WcTBFEg/s320/paparazzi-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069375187257646770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really...how many of you dream of being a celeb? Well, in Malaysia, i doubt ya'll get followed like those in Hollywood eh, but how many of you really wants to be known by others? How's life if you are Siti Nurhaliza? How's life is your Tom Cruise? Heck..how's life if your even just Kenny Sia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to sit in Restaurant, manager comes out and greets you, ensure that you receive top notch service, ensure that the prettiest or hunkiest waiter/waitress serves you. Or, maybe they'll give you the complimentary meal, and ask you to come more often and gives you voucher..maybe...just maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how's it like, when you play football in a common field, others just flock to the field shouting your name, snapping photos, flashes triggered, names chanted, girls swarming to you....hows it eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on what life style you want to live, living protrudely has its pro's and con's, it's all about desire and dreams. This lifesytle might come naturally to others, and others have to just work real darn hard for this....but one must think..what is happening society, when your celebrity parents divorced, remarry, has another children, divorce, remarry, and than have childrens again..how twisted is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5980249970957256158?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5980249970957256158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5980249970957256158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5980249970957256158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5980249970957256158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/05/living-celebrity-lifestyle.html' title='Living A Celebrity Lifestyle?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RloJ3sWr3qI/AAAAAAAAABk/ybQh-0LDZT0/s72-c/187608788_57947322d3_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3849207008477625241</id><published>2007-05-22T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T05:47:25.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving things behind</title><content type='html'>The feeling of deja vu creeps in. I remember clearly 3 years ago when i was selected for National Service. I remember how i felt. Jubilant, nervous, and in the midst of the excitement, the feeling of loneliness just nails it to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days past, the confirmation of my departure to Australia seems inevitable. Its a trip that ive been longing for, but why am i feeling doubts? Part of human nature i assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort zone is where im at. It is also where i need to leave. The convenience of a car, the convenience to get food, girlfriends everywhere, friends everywhere, night life filled with fun and sheer laughter. Those are little things that i am going to miss big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streamyx customer service no longer have to receive calls and scoldings from me anymore&lt;br /&gt;The local mamak stall no longer need to hear me going to their place and shouting orders anymore&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour no longer has to hear the grunts and groans of my car's engine every 4 a.m&lt;br /&gt;No more prank calls to my friend early morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life mate..life...oi Australia, im going to find you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-3849207008477625241?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3849207008477625241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3849207008477625241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3849207008477625241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3849207008477625241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/05/leaving-things-behind.html' title='Leaving things behind'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3397905902193312793</id><published>2007-05-15T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T01:09:28.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom, Happy Teacher's Day Mom, Happy Mother's Day Mom</title><content type='html'>May's a great month for my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month of celebration, and a month of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th May --&gt; Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;15th May --&gt; Mom's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;16th May --&gt; Teacher's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging this after singing her a birthday song, presenting her the cake, @ 12 sharp whilst she's asleep. I got the video, but i wont be uploading it for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She deserves this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-3397905902193312793?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3397905902193312793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3397905902193312793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3397905902193312793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3397905902193312793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-mom-happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom, Happy Teacher&apos;s Day Mom, Happy Mother&apos;s Day Mom'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5937579368309274277</id><published>2007-05-10T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T08:02:39.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester United vs Chelsea (Review)</title><content type='html'>One must be wondering, what can you expect from a match that can be said to be non-effect to the table. The champions are crowned, the match can be defined as...a formality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really suprised when i saw both sides fielding a weaken side, but what caught my eyes were that...for once, Manchester United's bench doesn't look vague and weak in comparison to Chelsea's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Edwin Van Der Sar&lt;br /&gt;Rio Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;Michael Carrick&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney&lt;br /&gt;Paul Scholes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henrique Hilario&lt;br /&gt;Nuno Morais&lt;br /&gt;Joe Cole&lt;br /&gt;Geremi&lt;br /&gt;Ben Sahar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite an impressive bench least to say. True to his words, John Terry (#26) led his team in guard of honor for MU's championship win this season. The match was officiated by Graham Poll and least to say his performance were..."expected". His intentions to make himself the talking point instead of the game again got to him this match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea started the game strongly with mostly possessions going up to 60% for the first 20 minutes. The closest Chelsea came was when Mikel, opened up Shaun Wright Phillips from the left side to the middle, only to have his shot comfortably saved by second string keeper, Kusczak. The match had relatively little to mention for the first 45 minutes, as the game was dominated by Chelsea. They had alot of half chances which were not converted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of second half, Manchester United came out banging, literally. With late tackles by Darren Fletcher, Essien, the game was flared up and Graham Poll was on the midst of each action, as his failure to see Essien's contact on Eagles (claims of Penalty), and subsequently failing to send Eagles of for a rash tackle on SWP seconds later. Needless to say, MU's second stringer were full with inexperienced players. One worthy mention would be Dong Fangzhou, who got his first start in the premiership this season. His performance today, just gave a glimpse of why Manchester United bought him, that is to break into China's market. As simple as that. He's slow, he lacks the killer instinct, has no ball control, no positioning, no physicality, and most importantly, he does not have the heart to play in Manchester United. He makes the mark probably to play in other divisions, but definitely not Manchester United. He was totally unseen in the second half, and chances are that he did not even touched the ball in the second half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Manchester United for bravely fighting defensively. With Gabriel Heinze leading by example as the captain, Manchester United fought hard to keep the score equal going into half time. Manchester United had less than 20 secs of possession in Chelsea's half. Even with the introduction of Carrick, and Rooney late into the game couldn't turn United's possession into something fruitful. If not for two goal line clearance by Kieran Lee and Kieran Richardson, Manchester United would have duly lost the game after defending hard for most part of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Of the Match Wes Brown was quoted saying that Manchester United were pleased to have drawn that game. The quote was reiterated by the statistics. Chelsea had 8 corners, compared 1 by united. Chelsea had 9 shots on target, to United's 0 shot on target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the main reason why i wanted Chelsea to win Arsenal's game. That would make this a match to anticipate. As much as im happy that MU has won this title, i wanted them to win it in a style of a real champion, the way Chelsea inflicted the humiliation, winning the title @ Old Trafford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rating system this time because every Manchester United deserved a half star for their performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5937579368309274277?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5937579368309274277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5937579368309274277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5937579368309274277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5937579368309274277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/05/manchester-united-vs-chelsea-review.html' title='Manchester United vs Chelsea (Review)'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-565513889721790509</id><published>2007-05-01T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T04:41:19.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Features I Like In A  Girl</title><content type='html'>**Continue write up as promised**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, a mother asked a young child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would you look for, in a girl as your wife/girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think from the time i first fell in love, it was quite obvious the features i was chasing after in a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its the same perfect features i am going after now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the physical of what im going after. Of course knowing that sometimes, God has his ways in getting the perfect girl for you, its no harm to express what you expect for a girl ...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ive said this numerous times to my close friends, one of the main features i look for physically for a girl is the face, and in particular ..the chin. Maybe because im a bit rounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, having to judge this feature must be with certain mediocrity. Im not talking about those that shapes up like a banana (from side view). There is this certain actress that captivated me the very moment she came on screen. She might not be the prettiest among all, but there is this certain...magnetism in her that pulls the steel rod from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie Leung..aka.. Cho Chang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rjc2y1q-lnI/AAAAAAAAABU/t0sYSRYAEfo/s1600-h/g_katie02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rjc2y1q-lnI/AAAAAAAAABU/t0sYSRYAEfo/s320/g_katie02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059572953402742386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rjc2zFq-loI/AAAAAAAAABc/3onvi_t6d0U/s1600-h/KatieLeung6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rjc2zFq-loI/AAAAAAAAABc/3onvi_t6d0U/s320/KatieLeung6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059572957697709698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has the features that i like on a girl. Sharp Chin, shapely face, and not forgetting, a very mature aura around her. Some girls like Jessica Alba, Kristin Kreuk, those are undeniably pretty, but there is this certain thing i look for in a girl/woman. An extra feature. I dont know how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer girls not to be too short, somewhere from my chin to slightly taller (2 inch maybe) than me, is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer girls with long hairs, i feel close with girls with long hair, than i can pull and just sweep it through. Maybe this fetish has encouraged me to keep my hair long :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer girls that are fair. With the hope that they will be the shining star of my life :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer girls that enjoys looking natural, than to heavily "photoshop" their looks with make-up. Sorta annoying to see a girl being so pretty with make-up's, only to look like a monster behind the masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer girls with shapely figures. And round is not a shape in this definition. Neither do i want them to look like a stick a far, a pear shape from near. Maybe something like a sand timer. That will be perfect aye ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer girls to have a small petite lips. Lips like Angelina Jolie might be sexy but can be scary at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer girls with small head structure, because two person with two big heads will usually end in a collision course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer girls that look pretty than cute. Maybe cos the fact that two cute people can't live with their own expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course having this said and done, its just something i like. It doesnt always end up this way, but people have dreams, and dreams are where people start things off. You guys need to do the same thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-565513889721790509?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/565513889721790509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=565513889721790509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/565513889721790509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/565513889721790509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/05/features-i-like-in-girl.html' title='Features I Like In A  Girl'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rjc2y1q-lnI/AAAAAAAAABU/t0sYSRYAEfo/s72-c/g_katie02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-7911639462151134016</id><published>2007-04-25T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T05:53:05.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatness in Manchester United</title><content type='html'>Fine, i admit, i get multiple orgasms watching MU playing football to its finest root.&lt;br /&gt;Ive just finished watching the MU, Milan match and i haven't regretted the moment i abandon sleep to watch this game. I believe it is thus far the best game i've watched MU played this season. Not even the Roma game could come close to this. The game was so one-sided, i was hoping that Roma resisted abit. Albeit the 7-1 result comes as a great shock and relief, i wasn't expecting the match against Milan to be at the higher level than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MU's start couldn't be better, when they got to an early lead on the 5th minute. The cross coming in from giggs was met perfectly by Ronaldo. His header caught the arms of Dida, but the power of the ball made him lose handle of it, and it just dropped nicely in the back of the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, Carrick had another opportunity to pile up his goal stats this season with a fantastic volley, but it was beautifully parried away by Dida. That was as close as MU could get with Milan in the first half. Kaka than proved to critics that award means nothing, doing the talking on the pitch in this game matters most. With Fletcher conceding a freekick outside of MU's box, Seedorf saw Kaka running in towards MU's defence, once the pass was completed, the goal was inevitable. Kaka slotted in beautifully from the right of MU's defence with Heinze tackling thin air, and Van Der Sar unable to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when MU's defence were again exploited. This time, in a more embarassing manner as Fletcher, Evra and Heinze could only watch in awe as Kaka positioned his grounder, easily beating Van Der Sar. The build up to the goal could only disgust MU supporters. With Dida's kick reaching all the way to Kaka just 40 yards outside the box, he brilliantly averts Carrick and nudges the ball slightly away from heinze moving from left to right. That was when Evra can barging in , knocked everything, except for Kaka and the ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Milan leading 2-1, and MU's players defending like high school students made me ponder if they could ever stage the comeback. More-over, MU started losing their cool, frustration started to show as they committed to fouls that were unnecessary. One where Evra got a booking and will miss the next match in San Siro. With Ferdinand, Neville, Vidic, Silvestre and now Evra unavailable for the next encounter, one must ponder what will MU do at this very moment. Just minutes later on, MU gave the ball away on their half. The ball fell to the legs of Kaka, who brilliantly controls the ball and lashes a strike that bounched just infront of Van Der Sar. The dutch master managed to parry the ball out to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MU went into their dressing room at halftime, wondering what is needed to overturn the deficit. As Milan headed out for the second half, the suprise exclusion of their influential defender and captain (Paolo Maldini) gave slight hopes of MU exposing Milan's defence. Minutes into the second half, Gattuso had to be carried away, and it shed more light onto MU's game. On the 49th minute, Giggs corner found Carrick completely unmarked on the far post corner, only to have Carrick volley his shot a few inches away from the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MU started to dominate the game, with Fletcher, Scholes holding the midfield and ensuring that MU has at least 57% possession during that half. Ronaldo was reduced to mere spectator as he was man-marked and shadowed on the left wing. He did show flashes that won him 3 PFA awards, but Dida was there to stop his attempts.  Just when MU lost their touch to score goal, Scholes proves to be the genius in the team when his short flick with his right foot found rooney, who calmly controls and slots the ball in to make the score 2-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With MU chasing down balls, covering the positions, they weren't surprised to be caught by Milan's counter-attack, with Kaka ever present to score a hattrick. On the 90th minute, Giggs dispossessed Milan from the right wing of MU's half, dribbling his way up front and than brilliantly passing the ball to Rooney that runs across and immediately releases a rocket past Dida. The finish was picture perfect and jubilant shouts were heard around the area as MU fan rejoices at the perfect ending for a game that was thought to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course going to San Siro needing to defend and ensure they draw/win would be hard, but with this psychological boost, it will prove to be priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Player Rating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Der Sar (8) - He wasn't at fault for both goals, but he did a great job in ensuring that Kaka doesn't get his hattrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heinze (8.5) - This monster was everywhere in defence, although he lacks the pace as shown when Kaka first scored, he was the main reason why Milan only scored twice in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes Brown (6) - Brown has really lost his youth touch. His positioning, and reading of the game was horrendous, and he was no where to be seen when Kaka scored his second goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John O'Shea (6.5) - The typical tall but slow irishman did all he could, his presence were non-chalant and he lost out on alot of balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrice Evra (6) - His horrendous collision with Heinze caused MU the second goal. Not to mention the amount of times he passes the ball directly to Milan. His absence in San Siro might be a blessing in disguise (3 yellow cards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren Fletcher (8) - I give this guy credits for being the most hardworking player on the pitch today. Literally going after every ball, harassing players and ensuring that the ball stays above the defend line, his game play was far above average and was a great defender in times of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Scholes (8.5) - His vision and genius touches contribute to MU's second goal (crucial one).  His control and patience in the game allowed MU to control the midfield entirely during the second half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Giggs (8) - Giggsy had one of those games where he rarely losses the ball, make good runs into the box. Although he has lost the pace he once was the master of, he provides the calmness and experienced needed by the young lass in MU's team today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooney (9.5) - The scorer of two superb goals, Rooney kept his cool, and allows his feet to do the talking. He was calmed although numerous times targetted by Milan's defensive side. His positioning for both the goals were vital for MU. Man Of The Match Honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo (7.5) - So much hype, but all Ronaldo could do was just dribble around the area past a few players, before making a u-turn and than meeting them again. His runs were mesmerizing, but he overdid it a few times, and it caused MU to lose possession and maybe, the control of the game during the first half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrick (7.5) - He still lacks that deadly finishing, though he is able to control the ball well, Carrick wasn't the brightest in the game, but he did provide MU with the stability and the control in the midfield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-7911639462151134016?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/7911639462151134016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=7911639462151134016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7911639462151134016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/7911639462151134016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/04/greatness-in-manchester-united.html' title='The Greatness in Manchester United'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-8314642281841599462</id><published>2007-04-21T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T05:53:02.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Features I Like In A Girl</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, a mother asked a young child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would you look for, in a girl in your life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think from the time i first fell in love, it was quite obvious the features i was chasing after in a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its the same perfect features i am going after now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the physical of what im going after. Of course knowing that sometimes, God has his ways in getting the perfect girl for you, its no harm to express what you expect for a girl ...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ive said this numerous times to my close friends, one of the main features i look for physically for a girl is the face, and in particular ..the chin. Maybe because im a bit rounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am abit stoned righit now, its 6 a.m and i need to sleep, i promise to edit this part of the topic a.s.a.p, stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-8314642281841599462?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/8314642281841599462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=8314642281841599462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8314642281841599462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8314642281841599462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/04/features-i-like-in-girl.html' title='Features I Like In A Girl'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-8644754544681166651</id><published>2007-04-18T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:43:28.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Would Do If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things i would do if i were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cho_Seung-hui"&gt;Cho Seung-Hui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go back to Korea&lt;br /&gt;2) DOTA when you are feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;3) Pay a visit to the terrorist camp and offer myself in offering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things i would do if i were PM of Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Abolish all concessions for the tolls. Make this a free toll country&lt;br /&gt;2) Do something cool like &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=SeJmmQ5y9eQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Abolish &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malaysian_New_Economic_Policy"&gt;NEP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things i would do if i were President of the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Not have war, remove troops from from Iraq&lt;br /&gt;2) Not do something stupid like &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=SeJmmQ5y9eQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Have moral studies like we have here in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things i would do if i were my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Increase my allowance&lt;br /&gt;2) Increase my allowance&lt;br /&gt;3) Increase my allowance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things i would do if i owned McDonalds Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have 3 days class on how to serve a customer with a better service&lt;br /&gt;2) Ensure better working prospect for their workers. RM3 per hour is mere disgusting&lt;br /&gt;3) Do not hire Mat Rempit's. Having riders that drive like a monster is stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things i would do if i were Sir Alex Ferguson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Sack John O'Shea&lt;br /&gt;2) Sack Darren Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;3) Sack Kieran Richardson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 more things i would do if i were Sir Alex Ferguson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Buy Owen Hargreaves&lt;br /&gt;2) Buy Ricardo Quaresma&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hairuddin_Omar"&gt;Hairuddin Omar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things i would do if were a famous blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bask in the ambience&lt;br /&gt;2) Brag about myself everyday&lt;br /&gt;3) Get a &lt;a href="http://www.cheeserland.com/"&gt;beautiful co-blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things i would do if i were Najib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Either extend NS, or abolish NS&lt;br /&gt;2) Implement it the way it sounds, national service, not national youth outing&lt;br /&gt;3) Shave off the moustache to look less horny&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-8644754544681166651?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/8644754544681166651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=8644754544681166651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8644754544681166651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/8644754544681166651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-i-would-do-if.html' title='Things I Would Do If...'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-767298869026517533</id><published>2007-04-18T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:03:33.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill forever love you volkswagen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RiUm7YRbFuI/AAAAAAAAABM/ICS4Wlm7VPw/s1600-h/Dscn6091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RiUm7YRbFuI/AAAAAAAAABM/ICS4Wlm7VPw/s320/Dscn6091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054488958362916578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good old volkswagen. It has served me well for the past 1 and half years. I mean, for a car that is exactly 15 years older than me, its been more faithful than all the underwears i had. I cant just help but to sigh at the sight of the problems that plagues me. I mean, the car..went into a smoking mania as of late. There was something wrong with the wipers i presume, and i think the wires sorta touched each other (with the radio). This caused minor sparks and emitted some funny soldering smell. There are still some minor problems here and there, but i can't fix it all at once because every problem, requires different mechanic to help me fix with it. Its bloody annoying to ask a mechanic if they can fix my car, only for them to respond,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too old, can't do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so pissed off driving everywhere to find a mechanic  to fix it. So hooray when i found one, only for them to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Problem beyond my skill set, sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean c'mon lar, one bloody old car with basic mechanical and engineering structure. Tak susah, tak susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frust..i sangat frust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly has spent nearly 10k on just the maintenance part, and forking out those money aint much of a problem, but forking out the money + the time to sleep = Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill forever love you volkswagen, you piece of german machine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-767298869026517533?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/767298869026517533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=767298869026517533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/767298869026517533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/767298869026517533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-forever-love-you-volkswagen.html' title='Ill forever love you volkswagen'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RiUm7YRbFuI/AAAAAAAAABM/ICS4Wlm7VPw/s72-c/Dscn6091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-9010829827627820101</id><published>2007-04-10T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:44:31.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN IT!</title><content type='html'>I hate it. Everytime when ive got ideas flowing into my brain about what to write about, i forget all about it when i return home.&lt;br /&gt;I get so enthusiastic in giving the topics a great try, than i come home empty headed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-9010829827627820101?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/9010829827627820101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=9010829827627820101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/9010829827627820101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/9010829827627820101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/04/damn-it.html' title='DAMN IT!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5750928122875938755</id><published>2007-04-05T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T05:03:21.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Inconsiderate Ones</title><content type='html'>The weather has been absurd as of late. Sekejap panas, sekejap hujan lebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, i left uni at about 4 p.m. The skies were cloudy. I knew somehow it was going to rain heavily. My usual way back from monash to Cheras, go past LDP toll, go through the Bukit Kinrara way. After i passed the toll, the rain was starting to get heavy. Turn on first level of wiper. Midway through the journey, (before the Kinrara exit on the right), the weather was crazy. The rain was very very heavy. I could barely see the road in front, and i had to rely solely on the rear lights of cars infront of me. I knew it was really bad when i was driving at 10km/h and i could barely see a thing. I started to drag my car as the water level was quite high. It went up to half of my tyre's size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars started to switch on the hazzard light. I dont usually care much, although i do get slightly pissed at this people. But it was so bad, that out of 6 cars infront of me, 4 will have their hazzard light switched on. There was this case when i was at the right lane, and the exit to bukit kinrara was on my right side, there was this idiot, that had his hazzard light switched on, and than move from the left lane to the rigth lane just when i was about to pass him. How the hell am i supposed to know he was going to turn right when both the signals were on. That guy was such an imbecile. I couldn't stop honking all the damn cars that switched their hazzard lights on. So i thought to myself "Keep to the left lane than". Fine, left lane it is. So whilst driving still at about 10 km/h, there was an area where waters were more than half the size of the tyre. Cars started to pull over. And all the cars that pulled over had their hazzard lights on, and some cars that didn't pull over had their hazzard lights on as well. I had such a freaking hard time trying to differentiate whether the car was moving, or it was halted. I was driving at 10km/h, how could i differentiate it damn it. The lanes were quite tight, so if the cars pull over to the side, we still have to move to the right lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't this be included in the manual for those who wants to apply for a driving license. Is it so hard to tell them never to switch on hazzard lights when your mobile and it rains heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my honk went out of tune.  Got totalled. Pure bonkers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5750928122875938755?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5750928122875938755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5750928122875938755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5750928122875938755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5750928122875938755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-inconsiderate-ones.html' title='To the Inconsiderate Ones'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-3979066934990170106</id><published>2007-04-02T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T03:28:03.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you be evil?</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered why sometimes, people can do things beyond other's consideration. Serial rapist, serial killer, kidnapper, robbers, snatch thefts and other malicious activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it falls down to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Upbringing&lt;br /&gt;2) Environment&lt;br /&gt;3) Influence&lt;br /&gt;4) Self Condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask my friends, have you ever imagine yourself being a serial killer, or to put it in less scary offense, being a robber. Chances are that 99% of them will say..no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me this question, ill definitely say no. I can't see myself constantly stealing, let alone lie or cheat. Thats why i can never plagiarise in exams no matter how desperate situations are. I cannot go past my own stage. Yet we can see people paying $$, or finding methods or ways to get extraordinary marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think personally, i can say that my parents brought me up in such a way, that if you lie or cheat, you will die. ....well thats just to put it in perspective. Sometimes,  you imagine, how can people be so evil. How can people kill others just for the sake of "killing" itself? Well ive read a site about a psychologist that talked with this serial killers. Often times, they believe they are doing the society good by killing some of this categorized people (prostitutes, gamblers). Or they might put up by saying, one less people to fight for in this world. You must thinking, is that guy out of his mind. Than again, one must try to understand the situation they are in. However so, this can all be attributed to the upbringing. We see children in middle east, being brought up by terrorist. They start holding up guns, machine guns as the matter of fact. Killing others, without even feeling a single guilt. TO them, killing, might be a routine activity, or maybe just a hobby. They are brought up to kill. They believe that it is their duty to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont go as far as the root to get the info. Just think of peer pressure. Children, up until their early teens, are easily influence by their surroundings. IF they mix around other students, or kids that are of bad influence, chances are 80% would turn leaves. Smoking, drugs, robberies, snatch theft, all this are most probably act of peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit of pushing, abit of persuading, or threats, they would start doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFten times we see the newspaper of this cases, thinking there might be one or two robberies per day. But behind the scene, you never know, there might be hundreds of break-ins, robberies, snatch thefts, rapist, killers. You just never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question in which others might ask...how do we curb this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stances would the government impose to reduce some of this diabolical, impetuous actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it all starts from the root. Children though born a sinner, is a soul like a piece of white paper. It all depends on the process the papers go through, whether they are to stay white, or to be drawn, to be shredded, or to be torn into pieces. If only parents would put their children as main priority. To guide them the way that they should be, to teach them how to differentiate good and evil, to shower them with love, to watch over them, to check who they mix with, i can guaran-damn-tee, that the community would be a better place to live with. It is utmost impossible to entirely wipe out crime, but what we can do is to reduce it. If only the government notices this...if only...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-3979066934990170106?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/3979066934990170106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=3979066934990170106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3979066934990170106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/3979066934990170106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-can-you-be-evil.html' title='How can you be evil?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-955902216877689666</id><published>2007-03-31T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T06:33:08.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving In Malaysia</title><content type='html'>One must wonder what it takes to get a driving license here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short chronicle on getting a license (generally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Find the nearest driving school, tell them you want to get a license&lt;br /&gt;2) Settle the payment for undang, fill in form&lt;br /&gt;3) Study hard for undang test, after a week, they will fetch you to the nearest driving school to take the test. 42/50 and you pass&lt;br /&gt;4) After passing, you will move on to the "on road" test.&lt;br /&gt;5) Approximately spending RM12 per hour, and after generally 12 hours, its time for your exams&lt;br /&gt;6) Suffer through excruciating trials as examiners passes or fails you.&lt;br /&gt;7) Up hill, parking, 3 point turn, all can be done with ease&lt;br /&gt;8) "ON the road" test, its either you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pay RM200&lt;/span&gt;, or chances is that they might fail you on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;9) You pay RM200, you just need to stay on the road for 5 mins, than he will ask you to turn back (pass)&lt;br /&gt;9b) You dont pay RM200, you need to stay on the road for at least 20 mins, than he will stay cool, keep quiet and just watch you.&lt;br /&gt;10) If you pass, you have to wait 3 days to get your P processed&lt;br /&gt;11) Your free to drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances that, 20% of the drivers you see on the road with P, does not deserve to pass. I'd be really honest on that. Hiking the brake pedal really hard, no signalling when you turn, do not look at mirrors before turning, those are normal situations in which drivers have to endure in everyday driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bad habit that the JPJ allows their officer to pass those that doesn't deserve to pass.  It doesn't only cause accidents and minor compensation, but also lives of human being. This is a very clear corruption case, yet the government is not doing a single shit. Lowering down the speed limit to 90, 80 does help reduce accidents, but its not the main cause of accidents. It is the bleakness and awareness of those drivers that causes accident. If they wanna stop corruption, start with this basic ones. Its day-light robbing situation.&lt;br /&gt;Its pathetic, its a human catostrophe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-955902216877689666?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/955902216877689666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=955902216877689666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/955902216877689666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/955902216877689666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/03/driving-in-malaysia.html' title='Driving In Malaysia'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-6232562808991967774</id><published>2007-03-29T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T05:32:48.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know</title><content type='html'>I am about to go to bed, but i just felt oblige to keep blogging whilst i still have the...mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RgrTVCTEhaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tGJ14K1i0ZQ/s1600-h/ker69-sewer-cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RgrTVCTEhaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tGJ14K1i0ZQ/s320/ker69-sewer-cap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047078690769634722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewer caps are made round for one main logical reason. If your guesses is that they are made round because it is the "in" shape, or because round looks cute, or because you believe that round is cool, than you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever noticed that, if you have two rings of the same size,  no matter how hard you push one ring into another, it will never go through it. The same theory goes into this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever anyone needs to remove the cap, there would be no worries that the cap would fall off. NO matter what dimension, no matter the angle, no matter the temperature, as long as its round, it would not fall off. There is of course a physics calculation to it. It has variables l,a,z,y, and it equates to Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAZY = Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google it up, im sure you will find an answer somewhere. A brilliant person told my brilliant dad about this. Of course he has to share this information with his brilliant sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO you know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RgrWUyTEhbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_xm0mCTfnbQ/s1600-h/communication.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RgrWUyTEhbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_xm0mCTfnbQ/s320/communication.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047081985009550770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are alot of perception and different views on invention. When it comes in general terms, computer, telephone, toilet, clock all are great invention. But what do you think is the greatest of em all? If your guesses are cars, makeup sets, shoes,  sports, than you are wrong. According to scientists around the world, they have concluded that after having an MSN chat, that the greatest invention of all times, would be language itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a world, where you need to give expression and sign language to "communicate". We will be at year 2000 and our technology would be stuck at year 1000. Vision 2020 for us, would be likened to vision 1010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, having been able to think about it, i personally believe that the conclusion is viable and feasible. In fact, without language itself, i dont see how i can even write this blog out. I dont see how i can argue with my friend without my ultimately great language. Imagine doing sign language all the time. Painful eh? Come to think of it, we might have INTERNATIONAL LANGUAGE DAY, a day to appreciate language. So those involved might not speak the whole day. Sign languages all day long. Hungry? Rub your tummy. Tired? Signify it with your action. Horny? Haha, some guys already have this face, you dont have to show it anymore. Angry? Yea, normal girl output face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be fun aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Picture speaks a billion words?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click picture to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rgra6iTEhdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jeyBbI6PnFQ/s1600-h/image8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rgra6iTEhdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jeyBbI6PnFQ/s320/image8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047087031596123602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rgra6iTEheI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iJzRYmnjNl0/s1600-h/image9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rgra6iTEheI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iJzRYmnjNl0/s320/image9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047087031596123618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rgra6yTEhfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4HCTL3bj-EU/s1600-h/image10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rgra6yTEhfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4HCTL3bj-EU/s320/image10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047087035891090930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rgra7CTEhgI/AAAAAAAAABE/Lr60l5S1jc8/s1600-h/image11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/Rgra7CTEhgI/AAAAAAAAABE/Lr60l5S1jc8/s320/image11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047087040186058242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RgrZ9yTEhcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hQBsXhnYGtA/s1600-h/image12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RgrZ9yTEhcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hQBsXhnYGtA/s320/image12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047085987919070658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words that can fit this pictures. Just as a reference, Antares, is approximately 600 light years from our solar system. It is one of the brightest stars we can spot (15th infact). Looks quite big eh? Before i got into more details, maybe i just like to inform you to check onto this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Morgan-Keenan_spectral_classification.png&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see those classifications?&lt;br /&gt;The smallest and the least heat of all would be Class M. Antares is class M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you look at this pictures, you wonder, this world, universe, galaxy, crazy big damn place, its just amazing. If its not the wonder of God, than i call it a big lie. Imagine all of us, not even a spec of sand. Earth looks so small, no, not small, microscopic, no, not microscopic, luminious and near invinsible. That makes us what? We are already insignificant in the earth. I really can't tell you what i feel when i saw those pictures (sent by brilliant dad again). I was rather, astonished, amazed, thankful that in whatever i do, im not my own sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you feel if you first noticed about this things?&lt;br /&gt;How about those that never know that there are so many other things outside of Malaysia. Some people are too constrained that they dont know that something else exists outside of Malaysia. So obscured, so vague, so unfathomable, so abstruse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so light when i see those pictures, i just dont know why. Insignificant, yes, but just felt like flying. I feel like, i want to live forever.....words can't explain my emotion. I need to eat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-6232562808991967774?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/6232562808991967774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=6232562808991967774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6232562808991967774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6232562808991967774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/RgrTVCTEhaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tGJ14K1i0ZQ/s72-c/ker69-sewer-cap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-2224016170311037408</id><published>2007-03-28T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T05:50:03.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>I never expected to be updating my blog this soon. Looking at the hour im posting this, you would know how much i've got to push myself, to type long sentences in grammatical order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FIRST SERIES OF THE UNFORTUNATE EVENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened last Friday. I had to make a trip to the hair stylist because my hair was getting out of shape. While driving back home after the trip, my friend gave me a call. I was near a shopping complex, just exited the saloon, (approximately 40 metres away), and i wasn't wearing my seatbelts. Lo' and behold once i a blind turn to the left, i saw a policeman, of all places, he was standing at the edge of the cornering. First reaction was to quickly put the phone down, but my guesses are that he had already had mind set to actually catch drivers like me. Gave me a sign to park by the road side. With my phone on the driver seat, i calmly plucked out my driving license and Identification Card. Mumbled abit at me, my mind was concentrating on what will happen next, instead of the utterance out of his mouth. A short dialogue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police : Boy, tak tahu ke pandu takleh guna handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Tau, tapi call baru datang, guna speaker mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police : Mana boleh, kena guna headset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Ahh, karang tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police : Ok, prosedur biasa, aku akan keluarkan saman, RM350 (spoke something about compound and whatever), lepas tu, kena gi mahkamah angkat sumpah (takes out his saman book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Ah, ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police : Ini kereta, erm...bapa kerja apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police : Oh, jadi kaya lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Takde ler, tengok kereta dah tau, maintenan mahal, kereta murah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police : (continue writing his saman letter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : (calmly looks at him, and at the traffic, abandoning my phone in the car, with my friend still on the line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Jadi bang, kalo gi mahkamah, biler ye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police : Ni, aku set date, pastu terima surat, ko pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Oh, harap harap tak lah dekat exam period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police : Ni date, aku set nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Oh, cam ni, kena gi mahkamah lar kalo bang dah set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police : Yeler! Asal, ko student ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Ya, dekat ngan exam period, harap harap mahkamah time taklah dekat sangat, emo nanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police : (Continues writing, after 1 min). Ok, kalo aku cakap boleh tolong ringankan beban, ko tak ya gi mahkamah, ko nak aku tolong ke tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : Eh, tolong tu memang bagus lar, tapi, aku kristian lar bang, susah pun nak tolong balik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Police : Ok, karang aku bagi amaran, lain kali, kalo jumpa ko ngan kereta ko ni, tak leh tolong lagi. Boleh pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me :......Terima kasih bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atrocious as it may sound, i was let off. Ive never bribed, and never will bribe. I got my driving license the clean way, without the stupid RM200 bribe. I never will believe in bribing, moreover, i was pretty certained he was gonna let me go because usually they dont just bring out the saman just like that. Unfortunate event, with a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Series of the Unfortunate Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second series of unfortunate event is an event which i screwed up. Yea screwed it up personally. But o well...this event would be a cover up case, but yea it happened on the next day, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third Series of the Unfortunate Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened the very next day (Sunday). It was after church, i was supposed to fetch a few youths to have lunch. We reached the restaurant, and i found a perfect parking after the U-Turn. So i made my U-Turn, and it was the first two parking slots, so i put up my left signal, and made a turn. To the bewilderment of everyone in the car, a motorcycle knocked into my bumper, more like his legs that hit my bumper. He lost control of his motorbike and wobbly knocked into the Waja parked infront of me. Of course my first response were shock and horror. But other than that, most of us were pretty calm. My first actions were to check on him instead of my car because he was after all, a motorcyclist that was rather much unprotected (except for the helmet). His front motor tyre were bended 45 degrees. He had a deep cut on his shin because it was that part that glided past my side part of my front bumper which was quite sharp. I told my youth's to go ahead with their lunch whilst i settle it with him. I reparked my car so that it didn't blocked the road, and i slowly carried his motorbike to the side. The front part of Waja wasn't dented, but was embedded with red sprays of the front hood of the motor. The owner of the Waja came, and left without seeing the damage done. I was busy helping him sit on the side, and didn't noticed he came in and just left without telling us what happened. Pretty much shocked and relieved.&lt;br /&gt;The accident happened at around 1 p.m. He called his friend and asked him to fetch him. I sat with him under the hot sun waiting for his friend. While he was grimacing in slight pain, i just sat and chit-chatted with him. So it seems that he was plagued with events that were making him distraught. He told me that he just had a heated argument with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bini &lt;/span&gt;(wife). So i was there consoling him, telling him it was parts of living. I sat down with him in that area for about an hour or so. Our conversations were pretty much limited because his mind were wandering around. I guess we was just reminiscing on what happened with his wife. So he told me he is currently an army, 25 in age, and just got married. After an hour or so, he decided to find a mechanic, he said, that we are settled. I had my car knocks, he had his motor knocks. Feeling that he had trouble walking, and his bike was not in the condition of moving fluidly, i decided to walk him along the stretch of Connaught Pasar Malam, all the way to Esso Station, near Giant and McDonald. He wanted to pop by Esso to buy something to eat because he said he couldn't eat the past 2 days. It was because of the argument with his wife he said. So i ran to Esso and bought him a bottle of drink and burger. We continued talking, and it was nearing 3 p.m, i had to fetch the youths back home. Telling him to get my number, and call me if he needs any financial assistance because of the injury, we shaked hands and i swiftly ran 500metres back to my car. My front bumper has 2 sockets, one socket was broken, so the bumper was literally hanging for its life. I got someone to temporarily wire it up to prevent it from falling off, before i fix it. Unfortunate event, with a mixed ending. Whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth series of the Unfortunate Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened on Tuesday, 2 days after i got into that minor accident. I woke up at about 10 in the morning. Normal morning routine, and i left home at about 10:40 or so. The metal grill of mine has 2 openings for 2 pad locks. Usually i only lock one of it because, erm well, i thought it was nothing. Living here for 12 years, nothing has happened thus far. I went to my car, judging something amiss, i ran back and locked the second opening. Two locks on one grill door. So i left for uni for my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 3 p.m, my mom called me, and asked me what time i left. Than she dramatically told me, that our house got broken into. My initial question was, what got stolen? She told me, so far, only coins and cash were gone. She proceed to inform me that it was my room that got ransacked for the most item. I lost 1 safe box, 2 coin collection (worth to about RM200 or so), lost my old handphone, lost my watch, and my room is in a shattered mess. I was quick to ask if my notebook was taken as well. To my relieve, she said my notebook and desktop were intact. Sensing that mostly cash were just taken, i thought of concentrating on my studies and finish off my classes before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about 6:30 p.m, dad came by and inspected the damage done. He's pretty pissed with this scumbags, they are literal waste of space resource. In the span of 4 hours, the thieves managed to remove the whole frame of the grill. SO that means, he need not even cork out the pad locks, he just had to remove the whole frame. Amazing how the minds of this so called scumbags work. Mom hurriedly had the contractor fix the grill door for the time being, because it was inexplicably removed. Much to the amusement of my friends, and comfort to myself, they took, just coins. Coins, coins, and coins. Not even the stack of RM1 i had lying ontop of the safe box. And my safe box was gone as well. Nothing much lost from my mom and bro's side because they were on the third floor and i guess they were running short of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is gonna get an alarm, a freaking solid, big, hard, (whatever word that goes with big and hard) wooden door, with loads and loads of locks. Another series of unfortunate event, with another mix ending (got better security system to prevent more things lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still pray and thank God for keeping all of us safe and intact. Im constantly praying that God will turn this events into something that will be help make our lifes better in future. I bless the police, bless the army, bless my parents, bless the robbers (had a hard time saying this though haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-2224016170311037408?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/2224016170311037408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=2224016170311037408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2224016170311037408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/2224016170311037408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/03/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-6929110631965818240</id><published>2007-03-19T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T05:12:18.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>In reference to my previous &lt;a href="http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleep-apnea.html" target="_blank"&gt;post,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i finally managed to control my waking up problems. Usually people do not have sufficient sleep because oxygen doesn't reside much enough in your brains. People snore because they are dead tired, but most importantly, because they breath through their mouth. I usually breath through my mouth when i sleep because my nose easily gets blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my vague attempt to reduce the blockage, ive slept without air-conditioner for 1 week straight....just fans. Results were phenomenal. At least now i can hear my alarm ring, i can still remember switching it off before i doze off again (that part of me, ill slowly change heh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima gonna do this as much as i can, until i can learn not to procrastinate before waking up. I just feel so magnetized by my bed, everytime i wake up, i just want to sleep again. I want to be a morning person. I dislike being nocturnal despite the fact that i get really high at night. Morning sunset is amazing, the weather's great. Every morning ill just breath the fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate afternoons, thats why during my holidays, ill wake up at 6 p.m, than sleep at about 8 a.m or so. I just love morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like...&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, i wake up seeing a beautiful girl....yea..that feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**YaWnS**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-6929110631965818240?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/6929110631965818240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=6929110631965818240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6929110631965818240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/6929110631965818240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5898125658503520029</id><published>2007-03-06T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:40:20.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Apnea</title><content type='html'>Most teenagers this era suffers from this. Well, not most, maybe mainly just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im supposed to be in uni for classes this very moment, but deja vu just strikes over and over again. I did not hear that damn alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been diagnosed with severe nose "problems" (you can term it that way). Doctors told me that ive got a very interrupted sleep. Due to breathing problems, i tend to get interrupted sleeps. That means, no deep sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i like to sleep for 12 hours. Its not that i like to skip classes. Sleeping 12 hours is like sleeping for 6 hours to me. I really have to cure this problem of mine before it spreads to my working life. Of course, me being nocturnal is one big problem, but ive got friends that can wake up to the sounds of an alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Ive got 2 alarm clocks thats as loud as it can get, and one handphone alarm clock which i believe would be sufficient to wake my mom even if she is upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow to stay awake the whole night, if i have morning classes (like Thursday, ive got a 8 a.m class), come back to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolution!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-5898125658503520029?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5898125658503520029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5898125658503520029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5898125658503520029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5898125658503520029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleep-apnea.html' title='Sleep Apnea'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-5194316778524518011</id><published>2007-02-27T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:32:58.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics To Youths</title><content type='html'>Maybe its time, its just time for youths in Malaysia to be enlightened with some issues pertaining politics. I get doused in so much of this politics from my dad that, it just rages me to really see that most of us do not see how things are being controlled or manipulated by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i do not possess a blog that brandishes pictures like kenny or joyce, but i do hope people find my blog personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's been itching to kick me off to Aussie. Kick to put it in a rough manner, but thats just how he rates his confidence level of the Malaysian politics. Literally put off with the policies, and how irrational certain things has gotten, it is his ultimate purpose to send me to another country. Purpose not being to just explore and get to know the world, but mainly the opportunity and the business level other countries has to offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably 1% or so Malaysian youths are involved in business, as in administration department. Those in this department would know well, what quotas to meet, the requirement to set a business up. 30% of the employees has to be bumiputeras. That speaks of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economy flowing wise, people pay tax, money flows and launders everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;RM1 is given to the government, maybe only 50cent comes back to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mindset of government never seems to fulfill the need to boost economy. Having funky ass airport, freaking high building, means nothing if the people do not get the satisfaction or the comfort of living in this country. To blindly put a statement of the government would be non-arbitrary. It would be obnoxious to label government as a cheat, but unless the government stands up and prove to be serving for the whole rakyat, and not just to a single race, all attempts to clear rumours would be all but futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the control of media just makes them look pretty. Although the statement, "no government is perfect" would be superficial in this case, there are certain arguments that could help provide the government with a better image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toll is one of the more prepostrous issues that has been derived from the current government. The ones in the system would know clearly of the loopholes and cover-ups has been done, as i would not make further judgement. People have been throwing fit with the % of increase in toll fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bold statement to say that the economic is at all time high is non-reflective of the living style in this country. There is a reason why people graduate, work and live outside of the country. Its because of the benefits that are offered. Call them greedy, but its just the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9473376-5194316778524518011?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/5194316778524518011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=5194316778524518011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5194316778524518011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/5194316778524518011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/02/politics-to-youths.html' title='Politics To Youths'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-117049017271099777</id><published>2007-02-03T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T16:09:32.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baskin Robbin Mania IVVIVVIVIVIVIVIVIVVI</title><content type='html'>31st January 2007. Its the day ive been looking forward since 31st December 2006. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, its February now, i kinda procrastinated in putting up this entry because i was busy eating those ice creams up. There is this special taste in their ice-cream (especially butter pecan) which i cannot get elsewhere. This is the only valid reason why i spend almost RM60 each time this promotion comes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time this entry is published, ive already finished up the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butter Pecan&lt;/span&gt; (Quart), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold Medal Ribbon&lt;/span&gt; (pint), there's one more left, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Mint&lt;/span&gt; (pint), which is for my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/1600/512510/DSC00208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/320/388162/DSC00208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be one of the most sophisticated ice cream ever, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gold Medal Ribbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/1600/800403/DSC00207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/320/177050/DSC00207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The packaging for Pint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/1600/889294/DSC00209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/320/179515/DSC00209.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolate mint&lt;/span&gt; which i barely tasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/1600/306670/DSC00210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/320/459102/DSC00210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavenly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butter Pecan&lt;/span&gt; which i couldn't resist eating before taking the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been wasting much of my time as of late. Sleeping, programming, playing games, updating my usual stuffs. I really wanna meet more people, so i would appreciate if you guys just update me with your stuffs :P lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-117049017271099777?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/117049017271099777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=117049017271099777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/117049017271099777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/117049017271099777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/02/baskin-robbin-mania.html' title='Baskin Robbin Mania IVVIVVIVIVIVIVIVIVVI'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-116976910210113866</id><published>2007-01-26T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T07:55:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of sorts....</title><content type='html'>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Short talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I haven't been able to ....wrong..actually i dont like to put tagboards in my blog. Tedious and i prefer chatting. There is a reason why i also put in comment boxes...it gives recognition and at least i know some people are reading my darn blog. I haven't been active i know, but ill try to change. Does no harm to put a comment in ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last exam paper (for my deferred papers) today. Very very tired indeed. The exam was at 8:30 a.m, and it ended at 11:30 ++ a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward, after resting for 4 hours, my friend called me and asked me to get ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like.....(drowsy and groggy)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me : "get ready for???"&lt;br /&gt;Friend : We planned since last thursday to go clubbing today...&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Oh...what time?&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Come fetch us now...&lt;br /&gt;Me : ".....oh"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;So we ended up going to &lt;a href="http://alohakl.com" target="_blank"&gt;Aloha KL.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cars were going, in which 1 was to arrive at about 12 a.m. We reached there at about 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha isn't that bad of a place overall, i kinda like the environment, and  i would recommend for teenagers to go down to the Honolulu club. The ones on ground floor is abit..for the working adult groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of us were to be present this very day. Only 8 of us drank. We bought 2 bottles Johnnie Walker-Black Label&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/1600/785295/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/320/833411/DSC00194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i had this drinks was when i went out to Genting with those bunch of MUSA (Monash University Student Council) alcoholics. The taste was traumatic when i first had a sip of it. Anyhow, this time around, i think i was abit more immuned to alcohol, thus i could drink it pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha is not a bad place to hangout and chill, the choice of R&amp;B musics arent that bad. Maybe the downside to it...its that...70% ...sorry..make that 80% of the ones present in the club were like....those with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penis" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"batang".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not to mention, this is one of the few clubs i see, where there are like..so many malays. All of us were quite shocked nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were downing cups after cups, playing games, dancing on the dance floor, going toilets like every 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casualties of this outing --&gt; 5 boys(men) that suffered from massive headache, spinning...around...around....around....around....and one vomitted **HAHAHAHAHA**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't drink that much, i think i drank about 12 glasses or so only. Couldn't really drink much because i was driving. We stayed there till the end , about 3 a.m. We were told by the security of the club that several roadblocks were implemented around the area. So...after drinking alcohols, we decided dine in the nearest mamak to chill and let the smell of alcohol to dissipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have the best of cameras, thus i could only take snapshots when the lights were turned back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/1600/453759/DSC00192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/320/966643/DSC00192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye...dont ask me how this structure of picture came out, peculiarity emits out of me  quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/1600/749187/DSC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2177/691/320/217478/DSC00190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new semester for monash beginning, i foresee more of this events happening as my ex-MUSA colleagues will be going out to the max.....&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/9473376-116976910210113866?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/116976910210113866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=116976910210113866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/116976910210113866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/116976910210113866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-of-sorts.html' title='A day of sorts....'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-116954615689279689</id><published>2007-01-23T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:55:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Stupid</title><content type='html'>If there is something stupid that is done constantly in friendster..its those damn stupid surveys and ugly testimonials that people use decoratives on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have the mood to post the details right now, because im just darn pissed and  im hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched &lt;a href = "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Reason_%28House_episode%29" target="_blank"&gt;House Season Finale&lt;/a&gt;, and im shocked to say, its the first time i find it gross to eat whilst watching something gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the summary, it says there, EYE POPPING OUT..than TESTICLES BURSTING....SWOLLEN TONGUE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating Nasi Lemak, and when the first gross part came out (The eye popping out part), i told you, i was sick...imagining it is sick now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-116954615689279689?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/116954615689279689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=116954615689279689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/116954615689279689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/116954615689279689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-stupid_23.html' title='Something Stupid'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-116941713686968586</id><published>2007-01-22T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:05:36.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Allowed, Thinking Aloud</title><content type='html'>And so it seems, the &lt;a href="http://jeffooi.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Godfather&lt;/a&gt; of Malaysian blog is being sued for defamatory. And just somehow, somehow....i wasn't suprised that this step has been allowed. So much for freedom of speech. It just shows and limits us to know that how fragile, vulnerable, and insecure some firms are nowadays to criticism. If i were to say, erm....Badawi is fat, would i get sued for defamatory of his clean-cut and nice look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, somethings should be left alone. There is a reason why people improve, and its because of criticisms. Whilst i bask in the ambience of the atmosphere in which blogosphere is surrounded with, i would like to make a big shout out to my NATIONAL SERVICE friends. Whomever you are, i miss you guys/girls loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so desperate to go overseas. Im dreading the day, i can fly to Aussie, finish off my studies, work there, migrate my parents there and live happily ever after. Malaysia's a good place for retirement, but thats like 50 years away from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been a good boy, i pray and hope that God will give me a good result for the next two papers im sitting this coming wednesday, than its back to holidays and spamming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun fact for you to know --&gt; I shave 2 times everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-116941713686968586?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/116941713686968586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=116941713686968586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/116941713686968586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/116941713686968586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/01/thinking-allowed-thinking-aloud.html' title='Thinking Allowed, Thinking Aloud'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-116921921560314575</id><published>2007-01-19T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T04:27:10.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Bugging Me</title><content type='html'>Some of you ass wipes decided to curse me for not updating my blog. Its 5 a.m now and i can't sleep for goodness sake. So much for being able to sleep within 30 secs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive decided to rant a little, and maybe reminisce on a few things that has ought to plight my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to fly, CNY's approaching. I still remember the times when my family and I celebrate CNY down in Negeri Sembilan. Somehow the feeling still vibrates within me, the sounds of the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLACKJACK&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;" still resonates within me. There used to be a time, where i would wish that every week would be a CNY week. Its the only time i could meet up with the complete family members from my father's side. Approximately 50 of them . And what makes it more astonishing is the fact that all of us were shoved and stored inside a single storey house that is large enough to park 6 cars.  My bro and I would be there on 1st day of CNY, spend sleepless night gambling all our angpau money's away. Its amazing how much interaction and fun we had during those times. However, this was incidents that happen 4 years ago. The tradition has solely been broken due to ...prolly age reasons....CNY is just another day where students like me receive ang pau, get holiday...get to buy some nice dress and eat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today must be the weirdest of days. I tried to sleep at 3 a.m. I ended up rolling around my bed. I was awake when my mom woke up at about 6:20 a.m. I had to help iron my bro's clothes, wake him up, and i had to dreadfully fetch him to school. OF all days, my mom was abit wee behind her schedule, and of all days, my mom didn't iron my bro's clothes, and of all days, the roundabout in Cheras was hectic and pathetic. A short 8 mins journey to my bro's school was prolonged to 30 freaking minutes. It took me another 30 mins to drive back home. I had my usual nasi lemak in the morning at my favourite mamak stall. Lets see, in a weird twist of event, i wanted to give him small change for the meal, went to my car, took some coins, **&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the midst of taking those coins, i "accidentally" put my wallet and car key on the passenger seat&lt;/span&gt;***, lock the car the usual way. I was shocked. I locked the darn car (MANUAL LOCK), with my keys inside. I had spare keys, but it was at home. Guess what...house keys were at home.  I was slapped senseless at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to rely on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ts&lt;/span&gt; to fetch me to my mom's school, pickup the house key, drive back home, take spare keys, drive to the mamak stall, and than the journey back home. I wasted 1 hour and 15 mins just because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speechless...speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to study, but in celebration of the days of procrastination, i decided to do whats best, and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a sudden twist of event, i feel like watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't rant no more, i just feel that ive wasted so much time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9473376-116921921560314575?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/116921921560314575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=116921921560314575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/116921921560314575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/116921921560314575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2007/01/stop-bugging-me.html' title='Stop Bugging Me'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9473376.post-116310522543442455</id><published>2006-11-10T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T04:47:05.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going under the knife</title><content type='html'>Doctor has given me the verdict,&lt;br /&gt;i might have to go for a surgery to remove my tonsils and other adjustments to my nose etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, this will be a long term effect, in which i will have to suffer from acute tonsilitis pretty much often. Not to mention, i cannot breath through my nose this past week. It has been killing me, i have to keep blowing the mucus out, finished the whole scroll of toilet paper.&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/9473376-116310522543442455?l=jonong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/feeds/116310522543442455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9473376&amp;postID=116310522543442455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/116310522543442455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9473376/posts/default/116310522543442455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonong.blogspot.com/2006/11/going-under-knife.html' title='Going under the knife'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11625281452752282061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U6Fvey1LWNM/R18u7V8wrFI/AAAAAAAAATo/EYx08OOwLB4/S220/n588635087_1725601_5925.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
