<?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-14717058</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:33:41.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberi Fatali..</title><subtitle type='html'>Fated children.. Am I one? Or am I cursed? Whoever I am.. I am not you.. I am different..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16544383867588514825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OZ_qUcezIw/TjESDMlIM6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/DZ2wA4uZKp4/s220/IMAG0156.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7155944263896931789</id><published>2011-07-13T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:12:54.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Esteem..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQI3WMuEBJQ/ThxyCVZUCKI/AAAAAAAAA-w/gWoROb6VskU/s1600/esteem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQI3WMuEBJQ/ThxyCVZUCKI/AAAAAAAAA-w/gWoROb6VskU/s320/esteem.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Believe not in yourself, but the people who believe in you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who is low on self esteem such as me, this particular comment in Facebook by a friend of mine is quite suitable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-7155944263896931789?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7155944263896931789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7155944263896931789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7155944263896931789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7155944263896931789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2011/07/self-esteem.html' title='Self Esteem..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQI3WMuEBJQ/ThxyCVZUCKI/AAAAAAAAA-w/gWoROb6VskU/s72-c/esteem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6492003537045889550</id><published>2011-07-11T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T18:22:28.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripples..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OB_sWh03AUg/ThrOxBTwPMI/AAAAAAAAA-o/4gN06mNzcmg/s1600/Ripples.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OB_sWh03AUg/ThrOxBTwPMI/AAAAAAAAA-o/4gN06mNzcmg/s320/Ripples.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sitting alone in Coffee Bean with nothing to do made me feel like pouring my soul into this this silent place again. With so many things happening lately, I wonder how much difference would it make in the lives of Malaysians. Would it be enough to finally turn this country around for a new start? No one knows what the future holds, but those brave enough to start this ripple of change will definitely make a difference in stirring the emotions of others who are afraid to stand up and defend their rights. I for one have been affected, though not much, but still it's a start. I was never interested in politics, but to see so much lies and unjust that we have suffered, I guess I should take more interest in what is happening around the country or at least register to be a voter. Yes, I'm 26 and I have yet to register.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is indeed a sad country. To fear those that were supposed to protect us, to be told lies by those who were supposed to lead us, and to suffer the consequences of their greed. If things do not change, I wonder how many people will flee this forsaken place. There is still hope as more and more of the younger generations are taking interest to fight for what is rightfully theirs, and not just cower at home like me. Let's just hope the ripple of change will grow big enough to make a difference before there is no hope left in the hearts of those brave people fighting for our freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for myself, a person who is not comfortable with change, has been going through situations where changes are necessary. I left my idle job as a concierge early this year, right before Chinese New Year and got myself a higher pay job in a call centre. I did not leave in a proper way, as the manager was not keen on letting me go and was not very cooperative when I wanted to find a solution with him for me to leave early. Started on the new job and was fine at first, but started to feel the toll of working shift hours terribly. Had to work during hours where everyone else was free, and was free when everyone else are working. It reached the point where I unwillingly had to force myself to go to work everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I then that I want to find a more stable job, especially in the working hours. I did not search hard though and took my time as usual, as I am in my comfortable zone. Somehow I landed myself an interview with a company that sells products to hotels, and was given quite a good offer and it seemed like a nice place to work as it is not a big company, which means less politics as well. After going through the second interview, I was offered the job and could start as soon as I can. Took me a while to finally decide to leave my current job and take a risk in this new offer. I wasn't sure that I could cope with this new job as I have never been in this line before and it took some convincing from Robb and few of my close friends that I could do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, when I finally spoke to my boss regarding my resignation, I was told that he actually knew about this issue and wanted to propose something else to me. I wonder which colleague of mine told him this =.='. He was actually planning to switch me to another department where the working hours are fixed and I can have one of the weekends off for certain, instead of working shift hours and having off days on weekdays like what I am having now. It is sort of a promotion, and he was even planning to send me to Bangkok with few others for a week to work in the main office. Hearing this itself was attractive enough to make me stay as it made me felt like I was valued in this company, as there were few others who tendered resignation recently and they were not asked to stay. I'm not sure how true is it that my boss had this plan since the beginning, but it made me feel like I'm not useless, even though it was just a brief feeling before I revert back to the low self-esteem me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Making decisions is something that I'm never good at, and to think that I have to make another decision after I have forced myself to resign. Blah. After another round of mental torture, I finally decided to stay on and see where this road will lead me. Robb says that my career is progressing slowly, all I see is more stress added to my life and less hair on my head =.='. Hopefully I can handle, as with more salary comes greater responsibilities, and less savings. Lol. Felt good to be able to write smoothly again. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6492003537045889550?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6492003537045889550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6492003537045889550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6492003537045889550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6492003537045889550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2011/07/ripples.html' title='Ripples..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OB_sWh03AUg/ThrOxBTwPMI/AAAAAAAAA-o/4gN06mNzcmg/s72-c/Ripples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-8966770611247027873</id><published>2011-06-29T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T02:40:36.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offline..</title><content type='html'>I feel like writing again, but, not over here.. Should just shut this place down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-8966770611247027873?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8966770611247027873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=8966770611247027873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8966770611247027873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8966770611247027873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2011/06/offline.html' title='Offline..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-1728275747378854469</id><published>2010-12-28T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T08:29:15.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Week of 2010..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last weekend was quite relaxing and enjoyable. I sort of organized a small steamboat dinner with Robb and some of my online friends during Christmas Eve in Xiao Fei Yang. Not all of them know each other, so I was afraid that it might get awkward, but I'm glad that it turned out fine. The usual ones were there, Jason and Evan, as well as two other Jason's, one which I haven't met for a very long time, and another one who stays nearby my house. There was Marvin as well, a friend which I've been chatting online with but just met up on that night. The food was quite nice and wasn't really that expensive as I've thought it will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of us went to Market Place after dinner that night, and there wasn't really much of a crowd there. Although it was a Friday night, we thought there would at least be more people there since it was a Christmas eve. We had some problems going in as Marvin was still below 21, but we managed to sort it out. He was kinda the main attraction in our group that night as almost everyone was all over him, literally. I find him attractive too, but felt envy towards him as well as I don't think I've ever had this much attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come to think of it, I've always had this feeling of being envy of other people's life. The good looks that they have, they places they have been, the friends they have, etc. When I feel this way, my self esteem reverts back to what is was when I was in secondary school, which is very low. When will I ever learn to feel good about myself? My career is nothing great, but at least I have a job. I have a very fantastic boyfriend of 5 years and two cute dogs which most people would be envy of. As for friends, I can't say I don't have any, just not really close ones that I can find to hang out with all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only time when I feel good is when Robb is around me. Maybe I should hit the gym more often to tone up my body as well as my confidence.With the year ending, most people will be making their new year resolutions. Maybe this should be one of my main things-to-do that I should stick to, besides finding a new job. Well, I guess I should live the remaining three days of the year 2010 as much as I could. What should I do on New Year's eve? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-1728275747378854469?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1728275747378854469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=1728275747378854469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1728275747378854469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1728275747378854469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-week-of-2010.html' title='The Last Week of 2010..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-9207978562396765884</id><published>2010-12-02T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:13:00.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Mood..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With a blink of the eye, it's already the last month of the year 2010. It will be weeks before Christmas but I can already feel the holiday mood in me. Still no plans as usual, and I think it's gonna be just me and Robb again. It has been this way for a very long time, celebrating holidays with just each other. It's not that I don't appreciate being with him, I'm very happy that we've spent all our holidays together. It's just that sometimes I need to feel that I belong somewhere else as well, maybe like a small group of close friends that can hang out with us during such festivals, or go on a holiday trip somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Robb will be going off on a company trip next week, and I'll be home alone from Monday till Friday. He bought one World of Warcraft account for me to play so that I don't get bored as he knows how much I love playing online games. It's nice, but I think it won't replace the feeling of having someone around. I've been moody lately, especially when I'm left alone at home or sitting alone at work. It feels as though the depressed side of me from my teenage years have caught up with me, and it's not a good feeling. Guess it's back to emo posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-9207978562396765884?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9207978562396765884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=9207978562396765884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/9207978562396765884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/9207978562396765884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-mood.html' title='Christmas Mood..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7679507491096658834</id><published>2010-11-24T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:00:45.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Comers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TOxxx20-feI/AAAAAAAAA-U/CtF1NkRdddw/s1600-h/You%27re%20Late%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="You're Late" border="0" alt="You're Late" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TOxxzNRhmOI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/lAeZUk0Qu8A/You%27re%20Late_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="230" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is very frustrating to have colleagues that is ALWAYS late for work, especially if you’re working shift hours. I mean, they should know how the traffic is like from their house to the work place especially since they’ve been working here for so long, so why can’t they come out earlier instead of giving excuses such as getting stuck in the jam? And if they have to work in the morning, for gods sake why do they even think of going out late at night and come to work feeling like a zombie and then complain about it? If it happens once awhile then it is understandable, but if it happens all the time then it has already become a bad habit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-7679507491096658834?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7679507491096658834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7679507491096658834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7679507491096658834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7679507491096658834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/late-comers.html' title='Late Comers..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TOxxzNRhmOI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/lAeZUk0Qu8A/s72-c/You%27re%20Late_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-2829902212412968422</id><published>2010-11-17T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:17:45.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TOOrxcAtOsI/AAAAAAAAA-M/P9J4GSzYWOI/s1600-h/Steamboat%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Steamboat" border="0" alt="Steamboat" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TOOryLRF2AI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Jd3uKTR9-D8/Steamboat_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don’t think I can ever get enough of this, for now. I just had steamboat last Saturday, and now I’m craving for it again. Have to control myself from having an overdose of it as I might get sick of it someday, which I don’t want to. It’s just like how I used to love the cookies from Famous Amos until Robb gave me an overdose as he keeps on buying it for me, and he does not want to eat it with me so I had to finish them all by myself. Now I can’t even stand the smell of it. =.=”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Steamboat tonight anyone?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-2829902212412968422?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2829902212412968422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=2829902212412968422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2829902212412968422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2829902212412968422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/steamboat.html' title='Steamboat..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TOOryLRF2AI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Jd3uKTR9-D8/s72-c/Steamboat_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7210097646065632773</id><published>2010-11-17T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:54:26.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asus Eee PC 1015 PEM Netbook..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TONR7kDPAcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/nttUljjUqWA/s1600-h/Asus-Eee-PC-1015PEM-Netbook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Asus Eee PC 1015PEM Netbook" border="0" alt="Asus Eee PC 1015PEM Netbook" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TONR8cDWWII/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZnpRXkipO94/Asus-Eee-PC-1015PEM-Netbook_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I bought this new toy last Saturday before heading for steamboat in Sunway with Robb, Jason and few other bloggers. I was quite indecisive at first as there were lots of different offers in Low Yat, and the salesmen were all giving me different information. I had to go there three times before I finally decided to buy it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I got it for RM 1199.00, after changing the RAM to a 2GB DDR3. The specs are quite good for the price that I’m paying for I guess, and most of all, I love the colour! It kinda replaces my obsession for the white iPhone4, as I heard that it won’t be coming out, so I’m quite happy with this purchase. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’m currently writing using my new toy, but sadly I’m stationed to work in one of the towers that does not have internet connectivity. I’ll be stuck here most of the week, so I can’t use my netbook much to online. Guess I’ll just chuck in some movie series for now, or slowly update my blog since I don’t have much distractions from FB or MSN.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Till next time,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-7210097646065632773?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7210097646065632773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7210097646065632773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7210097646065632773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7210097646065632773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/asus-eee-pc-1015-pem-netbook.html' title='Asus Eee PC 1015 PEM Netbook..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TONR8cDWWII/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZnpRXkipO94/s72-c/Asus-Eee-PC-1015PEM-Netbook_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-1567328150447318251</id><published>2010-10-23T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T23:12:10.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Day Off..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being the only day off for my entire week, it was quite nice as I get to sleep until 2PM. Didn't go anywhere as Robb was out playing MTG, and I needed to get some rest and play with ZuZi at home. They missed me a lot as I didn't get to spend much time with them lately. Zizi is becoming more and more attention seeking, as she always try to come and manja with me whenever I'm playing with Zuzu. She is also quite an actress, as whenever I'm not looking, she'll be playing roughly with Zuzu all over the house, and when I'm near her, she would be so quiet and act as if Zuzu is bullying her. Wonder where and whom she learnt that from. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My ex-boyfriend's brother, Kenny, just came to KL few days ago to further his studies. Been hanging out with him recently (well only twice as he just reached KL last Tuesday night) and it was nice to catch up with him as I didn't see him for few years already. He's a very nice guy and he's like a brother to me as well. He didn't know about me dating his brother previously, and only knew after I broke up with his brother as I told him during my trip to Langkawi to visit him. Even so, he was alright with it and didn't treat me any differently. I guess he even treats me as a brother as he still calls me 'gor'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next week would be a lousy week for me, as my off day would temporarily be switched to Wednesday as there's not enough people working during the weekends. No idea what to do, as most people would be working, unless I ask someone who is still studying to go out with me, or I could just stay at home. Oh well, this is another reason why working shift sucks. It would be nice if I could find a 5 day week job and get my off days every weekend, instead of having to change my schedule every single week. I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-1567328150447318251?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1567328150447318251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=1567328150447318251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1567328150447318251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1567328150447318251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/relaxing-day-off.html' title='Relaxing Day Off..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-931963924102341365</id><published>2010-10-21T09:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T09:21:50.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Call..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TL-VkrchbWI/AAAAAAAAA90/ndPuclg4O9w/s1600/Monkey+Mobile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TL-VkrchbWI/AAAAAAAAA90/ndPuclg4O9w/s320/Monkey+Mobile.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good morning, Marc Residence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caller: Pass me to Eva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: One moment please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*passes the call*........*no one answered*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: I'm sorry, Ms Eva is not available at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caller: Do you know where is she/what is she doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Sorry sir, I'm not sure as she is up in the office and I'm at the front desk below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caller: Monkey la you. *hangs up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: ...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-931963924102341365?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/931963924102341365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=931963924102341365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/931963924102341365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/931963924102341365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-call_21.html' title='Random Call..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TL-VkrchbWI/AAAAAAAAA90/ndPuclg4O9w/s72-c/Monkey+Mobile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-8412262958696435037</id><published>2010-10-13T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:09:45.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend's 21st Birthday Party..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few days back, I went to Kulai (Johor) with Robb to celebrate our friend's 21st birthday party. Although it was quite a rush, it was worth it as he did came down to KL to visit us on some occasions. So it was our turn to return the favor to go celebrate his big day with him and his friends and family. It was a tiring weekend for us as we went there right after work on Friday, and came back on Sunday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was an accident along the North-South Expressway on Sunday, the very same day that we came back from Johor. The Delima Express bus crashed and killed 12 people while the rest of it's passengers barely survived. There is a video posted in YouTube and also shared in FaceBook showing the aftermath of the accident, and it was not a pleasant one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure when or where is the exact time and location of the accident but it was around the evening, which would be around the same time when I was travelling back to KL from Johor. It is quite scary when I think of it, as it could have been my bus which was involved in that accident. Reading the news about the deaths of so many young passengers, as well as some being deeply wounded and paralyzed, I somehow feel sad and frightened at the same time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want to die, not now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-8412262958696435037?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8412262958696435037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=8412262958696435037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8412262958696435037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8412262958696435037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/friends-21st-birthday-party.html' title='Friend&apos;s 21st Birthday Party..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-577967621987695078</id><published>2010-10-07T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:29:59.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1825 Days Together..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TK3g4Ual_4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/sdKuhk9AxJU/s1600/IMG_2033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TK3g4Ual_4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/sdKuhk9AxJU/s320/IMG_2033.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TK3hfbWg1PI/AAAAAAAAA9k/lgMIMSeR5CY/s1600/IMG_2036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TK3hfbWg1PI/AAAAAAAAA9k/lgMIMSeR5CY/s320/IMG_2036.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was my anniversary with Robb, and it's our fifth year together! I am really glad that we made it this far, even though it wasn't smooth sailing all the time but we made it through. We went for a simple dinner in Jogoya with Cookie Donut, Robb's younger sister and two of her friends. There were few others that I asked to tag along, but seems like we don't have much close friends to hang out with. Oh well, at least there's still one or two that we can count on to have a good time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was quite packed in Jogoya last night, as they were having a 50% discount promotion for the ladies. I wonder when will they do a promotion for guys instead, so sexist. All of us met up in front of Jogoya at 6pm, as Robb was working on that day. I managed to skip my night shift, as no one wanted to swap with me and there's enough people to cover that night thanks to two of my colleagues. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TK3k1rLFaHI/AAAAAAAAA9s/XDUnedbXMCo/s1600/IMG_2059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TK3k1rLFaHI/AAAAAAAAA9s/XDUnedbXMCo/s320/IMG_2059.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were placed quite far behind, beside the window, looking down on the streets of Starhill. There wasn't much to look at though as they were building something right in front of Starhill's entrance. So much for having a window view. The food was quite alright last night, despite the fact that people keep mentioning that the food quality have dropped a lot. Most importantly, they still serve red wine! I used to grab as much as I can, and my record was 12 glasses, but surprisingly I only had 2 last night. Didn't had the urge to gobble down wine, and had free flow of&amp;nbsp;slurries&amp;nbsp;instead. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TK3lc7Ar33I/AAAAAAAAA9w/dPc-7h27E_c/s1600/IMG_2061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TK3lc7Ar33I/AAAAAAAAA9w/dPc-7h27E_c/s320/IMG_2061.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few days before that, I went to shop around for a gift, as I did not give him anything for our previous anniversaries. I had very few ideas at that time, but mostly was getting him and myself similar watches. I would say he's in a quite good position in his company at this moment, so it would be nice if he had a proper watch, just as a status. I was also looking for one myself all this while, just that it's hard to find one that I like and is within my budget. Lucky for me, I found one which is quite nice and yet affordable for me to buy in a pair! I managed to keep it a secret until last night when I gave it to him during the dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TK3itySz4OI/AAAAAAAAA9o/vInirKOUBjU/s1600/IMG_2197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TK3itySz4OI/AAAAAAAAA9o/vInirKOUBjU/s320/IMG_2197.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My life might seem dull and not very progressive at times, having the same routine everyday, but I guess having Robb with me completes my life. I love you dear, hopefully we can go through unlimited anniversaries till death do us part. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;p.s. Pics were taken from previous Bangkok trip, too busy eating to take any pictures in Jogoya xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-577967621987695078?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/577967621987695078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=577967621987695078&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/577967621987695078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/577967621987695078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/1825-days-together.html' title='1825 Days Together..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TK3g4Ual_4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/sdKuhk9AxJU/s72-c/IMG_2033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6011100168010702424</id><published>2010-09-20T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:46:27.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Keep A Secret..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bioh4Xq51u4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bioh4Xq51u4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've heard of this song quite long ago, and it was one of my favourite song from Celine Dion's many albums. I'm not sure whether I've posted it here before or not but here it is. It has been a long time since I've last heard it, until recently when one of my colleagues played her CD in his car. Since then, I've been listening to this song almost everyday. Her love songs are really nice to listen to, especially when you're in love like me. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&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/14717058-6011100168010702424?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6011100168010702424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6011100168010702424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6011100168010702424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6011100168010702424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-walls-could-talk.html' title='Can You Keep A Secret..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-1630921905921344634</id><published>2010-09-16T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T11:24:56.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Trip Home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TJGN4awWxxI/AAAAAAAAA9U/E1IUt7zl6fw/s1600/Penang+Bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TJGN4awWxxI/AAAAAAAAA9U/E1IUt7zl6fw/s320/Penang+Bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will be heading back home to Penang next weekend after working for so many days non-stop. It was actually my colleagues who wanted to go there and asked me along so I could bring them to places that has nice food. After all, locals knows best. But then, it has been quite some time since I've explored Penang myself, so the places that I used to know might not be there anymore, or the food quality might have changed. There might even be new places that I've not heard of. So, I guess I'm not exactly a very good guide for them next weekend.&amp;nbsp;There are few places that I know still exists and still serve the same delicious food as before, but I guess I would need some help from my friends who are still staying in Penang to show me other places. One thing for sure, Laksa will definitely be the top of my list xD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will only be back for three days, so I guess I have to plan my time properly. I want to spend some time with my family since I haven't been home for so long. There are also some friends that I want to hang out with so I guess it's gonna be kinda hectic. Sigh, I need a longer holiday. But then again, who doesn't? For those who are on long school holidays, be glad you have that extra time to spend. I guess I'm a little moody today, since I'm working on a public holiday and my other colleagues will be coming in late, which resulted in me not having time to go for my lunch break. A hungry man is an angry man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-1630921905921344634?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1630921905921344634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=1630921905921344634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1630921905921344634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1630921905921344634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/short-trip-home.html' title='Short Trip Home..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TJGN4awWxxI/AAAAAAAAA9U/E1IUt7zl6fw/s72-c/Penang+Bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7501456363176717116</id><published>2010-09-08T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:31:56.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemang Oh Lemang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TIbeBr-fU3I/AAAAAAAAA9E/s8iGoCty3Bw/s1600/Lemang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TIbeBr-fU3I/AAAAAAAAA9E/s8iGoCty3Bw/s320/Lemang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only thing that I look forward during Hari Raya besides getting triple pay is lemang! Ever since I first had it long long time ago during one of my visits to my father's friend's house, I've been loving it until now. It's not easy to find people selling it unless it's during Raya season, and I've been craving for it since last year! One of my colleagues brought 2 tupperwares of lemang for us last year and I almost cleared all of it by myself. Hahaha. Hopefully she will bring more this year. Making myself hungry now talking about food early in the morning and I haven't even had breakfast yet. Blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-7501456363176717116?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7501456363176717116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7501456363176717116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7501456363176717116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7501456363176717116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/lemang-oh-lemang.html' title='Lemang Oh Lemang..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TIbeBr-fU3I/AAAAAAAAA9E/s8iGoCty3Bw/s72-c/Lemang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-1513252221005423050</id><published>2010-08-04T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:48:21.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Your Motivation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In life, there's always something that pushes people to do things. It might be that they have a dream that they want to achieve, or even wanting to prove themselves to others. There are still lots of reasons why people do the things they do, a button that drives them to work hard to achieve it, and everyone has their own story to tell. But where is that button of mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I met up with a handsome guy that I got to know from Facebook. He is in my Facebook since quite some time ago, but I never actually got to know him until two weeks back when I bumped into him in Midvalley. We started to keep in touch and we eventually met up this afternoon after work, as he had something that he wanted to share with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He shared an opportunity with me, a chance to improve my life financially. He then told me his story, on why he wanted to do this business, his motivation, his ambitions and his dreams. It is a Multi Level Marketing company, so most people would say that this is how they brainwash you to join them. Even so, he did not pester me and our conversation went at my pace. He seemed sincere, but Robb would say that I am just mesmerized by his looks. I do not deny that he's quite charming, but I can sense that he's honest. Maybe I'm just easily fooled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, our conversation was not only about the business. We talked about our lives, so that we could know each other better. Listening to him talking about how and what he is doing to achieve his goal, it got me thinking, what is it that will drive me to improve myself, or to get a better job, or even to go into this business that might improve my life financially if I work hard on it. Everyone has their dreams that they want to achieve, but what is mine? To travel around the world? If so, why is it that I don't feel the push to do something about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's just the same thing all over again, before I started working. I was doing nothing and just stayed home, neither studying nor working. I solely relied on my savings to survive for few months, and finally forced myself to look for a job as my money was drying up. The situation pushed me to go out from my comfortable zone and to actually start my first job, which is the one I'm still doing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, why can't I do things to improve myself without having to rely on such situations to push me? Am I really that contented with my life, that I'm willing to just sit in this comfort zone of mine? It sucks to be indecisive, to want to stay in this bubble of mine and yet wondering what if I were to do something more. People will ask me to change myself, but changes are not easy to make, especially not for me. I do not know why, I just know that I'm always in a dilemma. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-1513252221005423050?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1513252221005423050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=1513252221005423050&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1513252221005423050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1513252221005423050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-your-motivation.html' title='What Is Your Motivation?'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-4526199610009853033</id><published>2010-07-31T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:17:29.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Shift Hours..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a concierge in a service apartment, my job requires me and my colleagues to work on shifts. Basically we only have three shifts. On Mondays to Saturdays, morning shifts would be from 7am until 3pm, afternoon shifts from 12pm until 8pm, and night shifts from 3pm until 11pm. As for Sundays and public holidays, morning shifts would be from 9am until 5pm, followed by 10am until 6pm, and afternoon shifts from 12pm until 8pm. There is no need for a graveyard shift, as in working through the night, and public transports are still available after 11pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before this, my brother was using my motorbike, so I had to rely on public transport to go to work. Morning and afternoon shifts weren't much of a trouble, as for the night shift, there's still the LRT in KLCC, but I would have to get a cab or ask someone to fetch me from the LRT station near my house as there were no more buses operating. Now that I have taken back my motorbike from my brother, I don't have to go through all that unless it rains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last year, there wasn't much of a problem with our schedules as everyone would just follow their schedules or just switch it with another person if they have something to do. This year, things started to get messy. We have two full-time staffs which can be considered as my junior as they just joined early this year. They have been a pain in the ass, always complaining about having night shifts, no transport back, and etc. If they have so much problems with working shift hours, why apply for this job in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some even have other priorities that affects their work schedule and break time here. Having part-time work, fetching boyfriend's children, sending car to far-off places, and etc. And yet they dare to keep requesting things and making everyone's life miserable. I'm so pissed off every time I hear these people complain about things when they are the one who are mostly giving problems. I really miss the time when my previous boss and supervisor were still here, minus the new colleagues. Things are much more simple compared to now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-4526199610009853033?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4526199610009853033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=4526199610009853033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4526199610009853033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4526199610009853033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/working-shift-hours.html' title='Working Shift Hours..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-4973685701925398998</id><published>2010-07-30T08:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:45:29.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect The Unexpected..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TFIfXyKOnEI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Yeb3QZflpW0/s1600/Question+Mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TFIfXyKOnEI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Yeb3QZflpW0/s320/Question+Mark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are so many uncertainties in life. One might suddenly get a promotion, get fired, win a lucky draw, or even getting involved in an accident. So how do one face their daily lives without knowing what their day would bring?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just like this morning when I was on the way to work on my bike, a bag fell down from the bike in front of me and I almost collided with it. If I weren't careful enough and drove just a little faster, I would have hit the bag and injure myself. It was a close call. There were few other times as well where I almost met with an accident, but thank god I survived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To expect the unexpected does not mean that you have to worry about what will happen all the time, but instead it is to remind yourself that anything can happen. So be cautious, but not to the extreme, and live your life to the fullest so as to prevent yourself from having any regrets in case anything unwanted happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-4973685701925398998?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4973685701925398998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=4973685701925398998&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4973685701925398998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4973685701925398998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect The Unexpected..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TFIfXyKOnEI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Yeb3QZflpW0/s72-c/Question+Mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6079379554908682284</id><published>2010-07-26T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:21:35.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LG Cookie Monster Party..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;There weren't many attendees who went with a costume for this event last Saturday, heck there weren't many that attended as well. It might be due to the reason that they only gave out single invites instead of two, so not many people were interested to go as they usually want to attend such events with a friend. It was held in Neutral Club, or previously known as Oblique, which was a gay club in Jalan P.Ramlee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEziNlP-a7I/AAAAAAAAA8U/9s20kDYEHx0/s1600/Polar+Me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEziNlP-a7I/AAAAAAAAA8U/9s20kDYEHx0/s320/Polar+Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I wore my polar bear hat (not sure what is it called exactly) which I bought from Chatuchak while Cookie Donut went there with a crocodile puppet. Robb on the other hand was wearing his blue seal hat which he bought from Chatuchak as well. I think we're the least scariest male monsters in that room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qO6xAoJygTY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qO6xAoJygTY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The highlight of the party was most probably the dance performance by the Wonder Nuffies, as well as the food which was catered by Modestos. Other than that, everything else seems just average. It might be better if there were more people who attended the party though, so it wouldn't seem so empty. I got to know a cute guy there though. It has been awhile since I've got to know new bloggers, and it's kinda nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEzhkGFezQI/AAAAAAAAA8M/-fr9-cB37GA/s1600/LG+Cookie+Monster+Party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEzhkGFezQI/AAAAAAAAA8M/-fr9-cB37GA/s320/LG+Cookie+Monster+Party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;After the party ended, we thought of going to Market Place to continue clubbing, but went back home instead as we were all kinda tired. Had to work on Sunday as well, so I guess I can't party too much. Oh well, at least I got to know a cute guy. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6079379554908682284?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6079379554908682284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6079379554908682284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6079379554908682284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6079379554908682284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/lg-cookie-monster-party.html' title='LG Cookie Monster Party..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEziNlP-a7I/AAAAAAAAA8U/9s20kDYEHx0/s72-c/Polar+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-954321238906458695</id><published>2010-07-21T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:44:17.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love to Touch My Dogs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEcTTyN6YqI/AAAAAAAAA8E/7Odh_4LpUHw/s1600/IMG_2072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEcTTyN6YqI/AAAAAAAAA8E/7Odh_4LpUHw/s400/IMG_2072.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not secret now that I'm a dog person. I have 2 dogs, Zuzu and Zizi.Wheeeeeeeeeeee~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among the best thing about having cute doggies is the sensation of touching them. No, not the bad kind of touch (molest), but the good touch. A pat on their head, a stroke on their hair and of course touching their soft paws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Their paws are really soft!! Soft till can die when they were puppies, okay? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now they are still soft, but definitely not as soft as when they were puppies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sensation of touching is something that I enjoy very much personally. Of course, hugging your loved ones is at the top of my list, but I also enjoy using touchscreen devices. Buttons are so 90s these days. I mean, there are affordable touch screen phones all around, like the latest LG Cookie range which is being promoted by the &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/lgcookiemonsterparty/"&gt;LG Cookie Monster Party by Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt; - LG Cookie 3G, LG Cookie Plus and LG Cookie Fresh. These phones are so cool and yet so affordable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you imagine you can get a touchscreen phone for at the range of RM600 bucks onwards? Incredible!! To celebrate this new range, I so wanna join the LG Cookie Monster Party happening this weekend at Neutral Club, KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/sites/lg_cmp/img/poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/sites/lg_cmp/img/poster.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I already got my costume ready. I can't wait to terrify people with my cutie monster look. Meow~ LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See you there this weekend if you're going. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-954321238906458695?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/954321238906458695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=954321238906458695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/954321238906458695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/954321238906458695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-to-touch-my-dogs.html' title='I Love to Touch My Dogs..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEcTTyN6YqI/AAAAAAAAA8E/7Odh_4LpUHw/s72-c/IMG_2072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7964076707613967845</id><published>2010-07-18T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:17:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khorb Koon Khrab..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMYRdXwiNI/AAAAAAAAA6s/vLPsO_nmod8/s1600/IMG_2033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMYRdXwiNI/AAAAAAAAA6s/vLPsO_nmod8/s320/IMG_2033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMYlRAwFII/AAAAAAAAA60/KZZFu3k28W4/s1600/IMG_2045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMYlRAwFII/AAAAAAAAA60/KZZFu3k28W4/s320/IMG_2045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time seems to pass so fast when you're enjoying yourself. Now that I'm back home, I'm already thinking of when will I be able to go back to Bangkok again. Next time, I will definitely bring more than RM1000 as it was not enough for me spend. I would most probably check for Air Asia's next promotion and faster plan another trip ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMWWV9hgqI/AAAAAAAAA6E/E1hvRbX_8WA/s1600/IMG_1973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMWWV9hgqI/AAAAAAAAA6E/E1hvRbX_8WA/s320/IMG_1973.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second and third day in Bangkok was a bit of a disappointment as I didn't get to do the things that I wanted to. We started the second day by heading off to the famous Chao Phraya River. It was quite easy to reach there as there was a BTS Skytrain nearby our hotel and it stops directly before the river. The fare was quite cheap for a one way ticket, it's like sitting a bus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMWzTqSNVI/AAAAAAAAA6M/H39k8zHbiWI/s1600/IMG_2000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMWzTqSNVI/AAAAAAAAA6M/H39k8zHbiWI/s320/IMG_2000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our main destination was to the Grand Palace of Bangkok, and also Wat Pho, temple of the reclining&amp;nbsp;Buddha. We departed from the Sathorn (Taksin) Pier and then stopped at the Tha Tien Pier. The weather was quite sunny as we were starting to sweat before we even reached our destination. We found Wat Pho first, and went in to explore the temple. We were sweating like mad when we finished our short tour there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMXKrrw2_I/AAAAAAAAA6U/ul6pmHH3pYc/s1600/IMG_2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMXKrrw2_I/AAAAAAAAA6U/ul6pmHH3pYc/s320/IMG_2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next up, we went around looking for the entrance to the Grand Palace. It was very huge and there's only one entrance so we had to walk awhile before we finally found the place. We even had to go through the Amulet Market, which is by the roadside and sells mostly amulets, as the name suggested. I took some pictures around the place and was quite excited when we found the entrance. When we wanted to walk pass the guards, we were stopped and the guard asked Robb to change his jeans as it was not appropriate. Apparently their dress code was more strict then I anticipated. There's a building where they rent out 'proper' clothings to visitors, but Robb didn't want to pay for it so in the end, we didn't manage to go in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMXhjJe6_I/AAAAAAAAA6c/gXVRiBbN3vU/s1600/IMG_2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMXhjJe6_I/AAAAAAAAA6c/gXVRiBbN3vU/s320/IMG_2012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went all the way back to the hotel with me feeling disappointed and uncomfortable with all the sweat. Robb suggested that we go to Siam Paragon instead since it was still early. We went to catch a movie there and the cinema was very grand! The pricing for the movie tickets were expensive too, but it was worth the experience. We walked around the area and had dinner in their food court. The food was expensive as usual, but it was the best tasting meal we had so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMX9ems5cI/AAAAAAAAA6k/vTjlCqfn_g8/s1600/IMG_2019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMX9ems5cI/AAAAAAAAA6k/vTjlCqfn_g8/s320/IMG_2019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We then went back to the same massage&amp;nbsp;parlor&amp;nbsp;that we visited on the previous night, and headed back to the hotel after that. Our original plan was to go to one of the hottest gay club in town, DJ Station, around 10pm, but we had to cancel it as it started to rain very heavily. Robb felt that I was quite disappointed, so he went down to the nearby 7-Eleven to buy some booze to cheer me up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMY9wmBcSI/AAAAAAAAA68/eqMYiV55p3Q/s1600/IMG_2062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMY9wmBcSI/AAAAAAAAA68/eqMYiV55p3Q/s320/IMG_2062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the third day, we overslept a little and went to Chatuchak market a little bit later than what we planned, but it was still alright as the place wasn't fully packed with people yet. It is really a very huge place with lots and lots of things to buy! After few hours there, we practically cleared our entire budget for the trip. We just had enough left to eat dinner, buy few snacks and pay for the cab back to the airport on the next day. This overspending ruined our plan to go DJ Station again. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMZT6nX_9I/AAAAAAAAA7E/sKy-q2ooVo0/s1600/IMG_2066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMZT6nX_9I/AAAAAAAAA7E/sKy-q2ooVo0/s320/IMG_2066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, it was a pleasant trip as it is always nice to explore new places with your beloved. It could have been better, but I guess there's nothing to regret as I can still visit those places when I go to Bangkok again. I kinda like the place, as the food there is quite nice, the guys are good looking (not Robb's type though), and it is refreshing to leave KL once awhile. I would want to go on a holiday again soon, not sure where though. Anyone wanna bring me around? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-7964076707613967845?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7964076707613967845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7964076707613967845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7964076707613967845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7964076707613967845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/khorb-koon-khrab.html' title='Khorb Koon Khrab..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMYRdXwiNI/AAAAAAAAA6s/vLPsO_nmod8/s72-c/IMG_2033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-1665392813287728832</id><published>2010-07-16T08:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:32:33.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day In Bangkok..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMbuln0HaI/AAAAAAAAA7M/LrnYa5WZZ6A/s1600/IMG_1895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMbuln0HaI/AAAAAAAAA7M/LrnYa5WZZ6A/s320/IMG_1895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our flight arrived 30 minutes earlier than expected, and it was quite tiring. I didn't get much sleep the night before, and it is quite hard to sleep in the plane as Air Asia's plane is quite small. The airport is quite big, and I kinda like the design. After passing the immigration, we went to look for our luggage, which is quite easy to detect as there isn't much bags like mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMcHTj8WuI/AAAAAAAAA7U/2VSaAPl0VOY/s1600/IMG_1912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMcHTj8WuI/AAAAAAAAA7U/2VSaAPl0VOY/s320/IMG_1912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Robb went to look for a local prepaid card straight away as he said he has to reply emails as well although he's off for holiday with me. He took a very long time to get his blackberry working as there were some problems with the settings, so I just sat there and wasted more than 30 minutes doing nothing. It is quite depressing, to see him always attend to his blackberry whenever I go on a holiday with him. I can't blame him though as that is the nature of his job, but sometimes it makes me feel like going on holidays with other people instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It wasn't hard to get transport to our hotel, as there is this Airport Express buses that goes around town, and one of it stops directly in front of &lt;a href="http://www.tawanabangkok.com/"&gt;Tawana Hotel&lt;/a&gt;. So we bought two tickets which costs 150 Bahts each. It is quite costly for a bus, but it is cheaper than taking a cab and we don't have to worry about taking the wrong public buses which are much cheaper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMcz1aXU4I/AAAAAAAAA7k/2-lVxDjiBiw/s1600/IMG_1949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMcz1aXU4I/AAAAAAAAA7k/2-lVxDjiBiw/s320/IMG_1949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The weather was cloudy and it drizzled a bit on our way to the hotel. I wanted to take pictures along the way but my camera ran out of battery, so I just enjoyed the view while half falling asleep as it was cold and I was tired. There were only 2 other passengers in the bus, one is a white guy and another looks local. We were the last to go down, and the hotel looks great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMdKzk4qYI/AAAAAAAAA7s/JX9b_en_Mwk/s1600/IMG_1952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMdKzk4qYI/AAAAAAAAA7s/JX9b_en_Mwk/s320/IMG_1952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We booked our room in Tawana Hotel through Agoda, a website where you can get cheaper room rates. It was very worth the price, as Tawana Hotel is a 4-star hotel (so says the website), and the room is actually quite nice! When we checked in, they gave us a twin bed room, and the room smelled funny. I called the front desk to change it to a double bed room, and within minutes, another room was prepared for us. This time, the room is beautiful, and it didn't smell like the previous room. Robb gave the bellboy some tips before he left and we unpacked our things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMd3hazi3I/AAAAAAAAA70/hoRSC6ImbzY/s1600/IMG_1961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMd3hazi3I/AAAAAAAAA70/hoRSC6ImbzY/s320/IMG_1961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a short rest, we went out to explore around the area. It is quite hard to buy anything as not much people here knows English, and we can't speak nor read Thai. So we just wandered around the place, looking for things to eat. Since we can't read Thai, we only ended up eating Wan Tan Mee, as it is the easiest to order.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We continued to wander around after that and found ourselves a place for massage. The place is called Prime Massage, and it is just one straight road down from Tawana Hotel. We didn't know anything about the place, just thought that it looked nice and the price was not expensive. We went in, and Robb got himself a foot massage and Thai massage, while I opted for a Thai massage and oil massage. It was my first time to visit a massage&amp;nbsp;parlor, so I wouldn't know how to rate it, but it was quite nice and the guy was cute as well. Haha. He offered me a happy ending, and I was quite inclined to accept it but didn't as it was quite expensive. I wouldn't want to pay 400 Baht for something that can be done in my own room for free. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMeSyVKY8I/AAAAAAAAA78/tILVhhpLO3g/s1600/IMG_1962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMeSyVKY8I/AAAAAAAAA78/tILVhhpLO3g/s320/IMG_1962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later in the evening, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.thailandout.com/mania/"&gt;Sauna Mania&lt;/a&gt;, as Robb heard that a lot of locals go there. We went there around 6pm, but there wasn't much people at that time. The place is quite alright I guess, and people started to pour in around 7-8pm. There were quite a number of hot guys there, lean body and manly looking face. Not really a crowd for Robb though, mostly my type. We didn't get to know any guys there, as we just wandered around, looking at the crowd. I wonder what would happen though if someone were to approach us. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went for dinner afterwards, at a stall by the road. I finally get to eat tomyam! We ordered tomyam, bbq chicken, fried rice and belacan kangkung. The food was just alright, but it was very expensive as it came in a total of 490 Baht. The environment around the area is quite nice actually, not much rubbish on the floor. I didn't notice any fat guys too as most of them were lean. We slowly walked back to our hotel room as we were tired already. There were stalls selling clothes, bags, food and etc all along the road, but we didn't buy anything as we will be going to Chatuchak to shop this Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had my own happy ending in our comfortable room and a very nice sleep, but I woke up around 5am and didn't manage to go back to sleep till now. It's just 7am here but the sun is already shining brightly. Will be heading to the Royal Palace later on when Robb wakes up. Hopefully it doesn't rain. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-1665392813287728832?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1665392813287728832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=1665392813287728832&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1665392813287728832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1665392813287728832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-day-in-bangkok.html' title='First Day In Bangkok..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TEMbuln0HaI/AAAAAAAAA7M/LrnYa5WZZ6A/s72-c/IMG_1895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6370673494163675668</id><published>2010-07-15T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:05:03.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Awaited Trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm heading to Bangkok tomorrow! It has been a very long time since I've stepped foot in Thailand. My last trip there was more than 10 years ago, and it was a trip with my family to Hat Yai. It was so long ago that I don't remember much of it. Hopefully there are some pictures back in Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted more people to go along with me, but didn't manage to find anyone who is interested to tag along. So now it's just me and Robb, going on our honeymoon outside of Malaysia without any guides for the first time! I'm so excited now that I can't seem to fall asleep. One of my colleague offered to drop us off at LCCT but it seems abit too far, so I just asked him to drop us off at KL Sentral instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's gonna reach here around 3am, and we'll be going for supper at BRJ first before heading off to KL Sentral. Hopefully I'll get some sleep when I'm in the bus to LCCT, as well as in the plane later on. I don't wanna be feeling tired on my first day in a foreign land. I haven't even started packing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I better go wake Robb up now and start packing our things. Adios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6370673494163675668?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6370673494163675668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6370673494163675668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6370673494163675668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6370673494163675668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-awaited-trip.html' title='Long Awaited Trip..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3358726957490225029</id><published>2010-07-11T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:26:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boss..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My previous boss and supervisor had already left. There wasn't any replacement for them for few weeks, so me and another senior of mine had to take turns to help out in the office on alternate weeks. This was all done on goodwill, as there wasn't any allowance or increment. It was alright at first, until the new boss came in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He came in on the day I went back to Penang, so I didn't know much about him at that time. But the few days back in Penang, I've heard enough from my colleagues to know that he is one troublesome person to deal with. He's a 60+ year old uncle and they way he works is completely different from our previous boss.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has only been a week since his arrival, already two of my colleagues tendered their resignation. The Account's Assistant had a better job offer so it didn't had anything to do with the new boss, but the head of Maintenance left because he could not stand working together with him. Even my senior said that it was very stressful to work with him as he always ask them to do things that are&amp;nbsp;unnecessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So far, I felt that most of the things he asked us to do is totally&amp;nbsp;irrelevant&amp;nbsp;and it made our workplace somehow looked like a cheap building. Imaging having paper signs taped on the walls and glass windows in a building just 5 minutes away from KLCC. He didn't even find a replacement for our supervisor and expect us to do all the extra jobs without any incentives or increments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The morale in my work place is very low at the moment. It used to be a very warm and friendly place to work at. Now that the new boss is in, everyone seems to be all worked up and unhappy. Even some of the junior concierge staffs are starting to show their bad habits, taking things for granted. Oh well, what to do. There's no one to actually manage all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If only I knew what I wanted to do, or what I can do, then I could at least look for a better job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3358726957490225029?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3358726957490225029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3358726957490225029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3358726957490225029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3358726957490225029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-boss.html' title='New Boss..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7312441308397387614</id><published>2010-07-05T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:25:32.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The wedding dinner last night was great! Our group filled up 3 tables but we were seated far behind Eing Yung. It was alright though as he has a very big family and has to put them all in front. The dinner was done in a restaurant called Stone Bay, the same place where I went with Robb and my family during Chinese New Year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the familiar faces were there, looking smart wearing shirts and polo-tees, except for me with my bright&amp;nbsp;colored&amp;nbsp;t-shirt. The place was already packed with his relatives when I arrived. Soon after, food were served and an endless supply of Tiger beer were given. I've nothing much to comment on the food as I've had it before and it was just ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going through a friend's wedding somehow made me realize that all of us are no longer young. He is the first among us to get married, and there will be more weddings to come sooner or later. The only person who most probably would not get to experience having such a wedding, attended by all his family and friends is me. Which is why I was having mixed emotions that entire week, feeling happy and sad at the same time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess that was what made me drink that much during the wedding dinner. I took advantage of the situation, drinking and cheering with my friends. While I was happily cheering and drinking with them, another part that wanted to drink was the emotional me. I didn't exactly get real drunk, but I was not in the condition to drive. Lucky for me Boon is still sober, and he dropped me back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I'm back home in KL, after a tiring 4 hours bus ride from Penang's Queensbay Mall. I seemed to have followed my mother in the sense that I get car sick easily. The ride was more bumpy than usual though, and I didn't have much to eat which made my stomach uneasy. Took a cab straight from Corus Hotel even though he did not follow the meter and charged me RM15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once I reached home, I was greeted by my son and daughter, Zuzu and Zizi. It seemed that they missed me a lot as both of them were wagging their tail and jumping all around me. They were never this excited to see me before, and it made me very happy to be home with them as I miss them too. There is one more person that I whole heartedly miss, and he's not home yet. Will be eager to see him back home after he finishes his work tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&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/14717058-7312441308397387614?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7312441308397387614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7312441308397387614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7312441308397387614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7312441308397387614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3442810018769545315</id><published>2010-07-03T08:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:25:39.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today would be the day where my friend Eing Yung goes to pick up his wife from her house. As his 'brothers', me and our group of friends will be the subject of torture from the bridesmaids! This is the first time that I'm going to experience such an event as most of the time I would only see it in the movies. I wonder if it would really be as bad as what I've seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night at his house, there were lots of people coming and going. Near midnight, there was sort of a ceremony for him to go through. While in pajamas, he was escorted down by his parents, and then he had to pray to some god. Looking at such processions, I couldn't help but feeling sad that my parents would not be able to go through all this with me and could only wait for my brother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, I guess coming out to them would still have to wait, and now I'm off to fetch the bride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&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/14717058-3442810018769545315?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3442810018769545315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3442810018769545315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3442810018769545315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3442810018769545315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/torture.html' title='Torture..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-2838108790479172892</id><published>2010-07-02T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:09:56.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TC2945IImxI/AAAAAAAAA58/zuV_w7XFWy0/s1600/Wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TC2945IImxI/AAAAAAAAA58/zuV_w7XFWy0/s320/Wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After missing for so long, I'm finally back in Penang again! One of my secondary school friend is going to get married this weekend and I definitely could not miss this. He was one of the first that I've came out to regarding my sexuality and during college in Penang we would hang out most of the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was quite surprised when I knew that he is getting married as it happened all of a sudden. He didn't actually tell anyone of us, but instead he made an event page in Facebook and invited us to his wedding dinner. So here I am, back in my old room, using my newly acquired HP Netbook to online and write a short update in my dead blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I'm off to prepare to go to his house for dinner now. Would want to update more frequently now that I have a Netbook. So many changes these few weeks, it would have been nice to have it all written down. So till next time, adios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s. Dear dear! I miss you so much. Take care of Zuzu and Zizi kay? Tell them I love them lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-2838108790479172892?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2838108790479172892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=2838108790479172892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2838108790479172892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2838108790479172892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/wedding.html' title='Weddings..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/TC2945IImxI/AAAAAAAAA58/zuV_w7XFWy0/s72-c/Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6922570427721756064</id><published>2010-02-07T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:13:17.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the World..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S27SRqds7dI/AAAAAAAAA5k/c-46fLx-YX0/s1600-h/end-of-the-world.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S27SRqds7dI/AAAAAAAAA5k/c-46fLx-YX0/s320/end-of-the-world.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, I had a very disturbing dream. I can't quite remember the details but it was sort of the end of the world, and I was somehow apart from Robb. We were anxiously looking for each other as there wasn't any means of communication. I remembered feeling very depressed and sad, not wanting to be apart from him till the very last moment of my breath. Soon after, a miracle happened and we managed to find each other. We ran into each other's arms and I hugged him tightly. I woke up in tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S27XzIOTreI/AAAAAAAAA50/sjwTo6oJVQ0/s1600-h/tears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S27XzIOTreI/AAAAAAAAA50/sjwTo6oJVQ0/s320/tears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were few other occasions where I dreamt of Robb leaving me, and me waking up crying and hugging him tightly. These kinda dreams always make me realize how much I cannot live without him, and I don't think I could ever be apart from him for a long period of time. If the earth is really dying, I would want to spend my remaining time with him, right till our very last breath. There's nothing I wouldn't give to be with him till the very end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S27VpuxzrKI/AAAAAAAAA5s/sunz7r7yNwM/s1600-h/IMG_1211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S27VpuxzrKI/AAAAAAAAA5s/sunz7r7yNwM/s320/IMG_1211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear dear, please don't ever leave me. I need you just like our earth needs the sun. You shine your love upon me and warm me up from within. Without you, I'll be covered in darkness just as I was lost before knowing you. Without you, coldness will creep up and freeze me from within just as loneliness did before you appeared in my life. So, know that I will always love you with all my heart and soul. Muaks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6922570427721756064?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6922570427721756064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6922570427721756064&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6922570427721756064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6922570427721756064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-of-world.html' title='End of the World..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S27SRqds7dI/AAAAAAAAA5k/c-46fLx-YX0/s72-c/end-of-the-world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-4819010518131447467</id><published>2010-02-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:44:39.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiger Run..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S216m_uNcXI/AAAAAAAAA4s/qN_OZEYy8Ls/s1600-h/IMG_1309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S216m_uNcXI/AAAAAAAAA4s/qN_OZEYy8Ls/s320/IMG_1309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was no real tiger involved in this run, maybe just bloggers &lt;s&gt;drunk&lt;/s&gt; with Tiger Beer in their belly. It was another one of Nuffnang's events and I was helping out as usual, but this was the first time I got paid for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22J2ilyQrI/AAAAAAAAA40/kHRjtm8tVrg/s1600-h/IMG_1226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22J2ilyQrI/AAAAAAAAA40/kHRjtm8tVrg/s320/IMG_1226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, today was supposed to be my off day and I was supposed to be able to sleep as much as I can. But since I was working in the event, we had to be there early for some briefing as well as setting up the place. The part-timers were supposed to reach Jaya One around 12pm for the briefing so we left around 11am and reached in half hour's time. Apparently, all of them were late. Some even arrived at 1.30pm. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22KoisdsVI/AAAAAAAAA48/SzoGFSv6TRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22KoisdsVI/AAAAAAAAA48/SzoGFSv6TRQ/s320/IMG_1238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weather was crazy as usual, scorching hot during the morning, cloudy during the afternoon, and rained in the evening. Lucky for the bloggers as they had already finished running, unlucky for the part-timers as we had to clear up the cones all along the road. Not all of us though as some of them were hiding under the shelter, chatting away while leaving some boxes outside to get soaked under the rain. How useful of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22LNzQYfMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/PAzoPtL3-_I/s1600-h/IMG_1248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22LNzQYfMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/PAzoPtL3-_I/s320/IMG_1248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the part-timers is quite cute actually, and he got wet along with me as we were the only ones loading the cones back into the truck. I can't remember his name though, have to ask my housemate tomorrow and stalk him in Facebook. LoL. After spending one whole day sweating, standing, carrying stuff and getting wet, our job is finally done. Since me and the cute guy was the only ones who got wet, we each had a 'I Love Tiger' t-shirt from Robb to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22LgylW9sI/AAAAAAAAA5M/9r79QRxn8AQ/s1600-h/DSC09472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22LgylW9sI/AAAAAAAAA5M/9r79QRxn8AQ/s320/DSC09472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rest of the part-timers left soon after we got paid (Yay!), and I lingered around taking pictures, drinking Tiger Beer and savaging their chicken wings. Wasn't really feeling comfortable though as my feet were still soaking wet, and so is my head as I was wearing a cap. There was a &lt;s&gt;lion&lt;/s&gt; tiger dance performance before they gave out the prizes to the winners, not quite sure who won though as I wasn't paying any attention. After everything is done, me, Robb and Fresh were one of the last who left the place. Had to take a cab outside as none of us drove.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22MOeQ7jtI/AAAAAAAAA5U/NHjJ4txC8a4/s1600-h/IMG_1279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22MOeQ7jtI/AAAAAAAAA5U/NHjJ4txC8a4/s320/IMG_1279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a productive day for me and fun as well even though it was quite tiring. I even managed to earn RM100 on my day off! Well, hopefully I can sleep tonight as it has been a long and tiring day for me. Gonna be heading to the gym tomorrow after work (hopefully!) as I've already skipped three days. Need to tone up a little before heading back to Penang and gain fats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22OICNx_BI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Svk1W8Yq4Jw/s1600-h/IMG_1300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S22OICNx_BI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Svk1W8Yq4Jw/s320/IMG_1300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and before I forget, &lt;a href="http://www.sixthseal.com/"&gt;Sixth Seal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;s&gt;grabbed&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;fondled&lt;/s&gt; touched my butt! LoL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-4819010518131447467?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4819010518131447467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=4819010518131447467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4819010518131447467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4819010518131447467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiger-run.html' title='The Tiger Run..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S216m_uNcXI/AAAAAAAAA4s/qN_OZEYy8Ls/s72-c/IMG_1309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3155691618253327924</id><published>2010-02-05T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:04:28.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S2wgkC29ozI/AAAAAAAAA4M/mA_hZVw6l9c/s1600-h/sick-dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S2wgkC29ozI/AAAAAAAAA4M/mA_hZVw6l9c/s320/sick-dog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling sick since last week, having flu and coughing on and off. It has been disturbing my gym routine somehow and it is quite annoying to be working when my nose is always blocked. Went to see a doctor this morning to get some medication and also a medical certificate for my absence from work today. It wasn't necessary but I was feeling lazy and needed some rest at home since I didn't get any sleep the night before and have been working the entire week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weather has been acting up real bad lately. One moment it is raining..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S2wjcpw4tmI/AAAAAAAAA4U/n6quqQN-DhA/s1600-h/rain2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S2wjcpw4tmI/AAAAAAAAA4U/n6quqQN-DhA/s320/rain2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No not this Rain. This rain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S2wjvGjoWyI/AAAAAAAAA4c/JYMyM8WnxN4/s1600-h/rain24-hours.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S2wjvGjoWyI/AAAAAAAAA4c/JYMyM8WnxN4/s320/rain24-hours.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And before you realize it, the sun is shining..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S2wkIX2gPAI/AAAAAAAAA4k/_mdVJJKYEwQ/s1600-h/SunnySkies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S2wkIX2gPAI/AAAAAAAAA4k/_mdVJJKYEwQ/s320/SunnySkies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been hearing that quite a lot of people are falling sick lately as well. I thought it was only me as I usually fall sick before Chinese New Year but I guess this time it's due to the weather. Hopefully everyone recovers soon so we can all enjoy our holidays back with our family. I'll be heading back to Penang this coming Friday, and will be eating like mad since it has been a very long time since I've went back. There goes my 3 weeks of gym sessions. But what the heck, I live to eat. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3155691618253327924?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3155691618253327924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3155691618253327924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3155691618253327924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3155691618253327924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick.html' title='Sick..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/S2wgkC29ozI/AAAAAAAAA4M/mA_hZVw6l9c/s72-c/sick-dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3562171500754521813</id><published>2010-02-05T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T03:16:24.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Tiger..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since it's a new year, I should try to write in a different style and a different pace. I used to write whenever I'm feeling emotional or down. I would say it is more of a habit, since I started this blog with that type of writing. There's no harm in it but it would be better if I could write when I'm feeling happy as well, instead of having a writer's block. So, I would like to try out with this first post of the year, although it is a little too late since it's already February.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been working for almost a year now, and although I'm heading nowhere, it's been quite a nice experience as all my co-workers are nice people. There's &lt;strike&gt;no&lt;/strike&gt; not much backstabbing and politics as you can find in bigger companies, and I get extra tips once awhile. Even though some people might be unreasonable and being a bitch at times, that's just expected as I'm in the service line. Some tenants are very nice and might make your day a little better, even with just a word of appreciation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even so, I wonder if I would be changing jobs any time soon this year. I'm always uncertain of what I could do, and never make any efforts of changing my routine, especially when I'm used to it. But hopefully there will be a change of job someday as I can't be staying there forever. Maybe I could start applying to the Ministry of Tourism like my uncle advised me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately I have been craving to buy stuffs for myself as it has been a very long time since I've done so. Spent almost RM500 on things such as a pair of shoes, 2 t-shirts, 1 shirt, and 2 short pants. Thinking of getting myself a pair of jeans as well as mine are all worn out as I've been wearing them for years. My wardrobe is as plain as a straight guy's wardrobe, which is something that I'm trying to change as well as I've been wanting to look better these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I even joined a gym, Celebrity Fitness in Lot10, 3 weeks back. Been trying to go every single day since then. I did that on the first 2 weeks, but lately I've been going on alternate days as I'm not feeling that well and my shifts are changing all the time. I guess age is catching up, hence the feeling of wanting to keep my young looks. :P My body and health have to be in good shape as well, if not I wouldn't be able to keep Robb's attention all to myself. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess having changes once awhile would do me good, since I've been saying that my life has been dull. I even bought tickets to Bangkok on July, but there aren't any proper plans yet so far. Would be nice if there were other people to go with, the more the merrier. The only problem is that we don't have much friends that we are close with, as we're mostly all by ourselves. But  anyhow, it doesn't matter. July is still months away. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chinese New Year is just around the corner, and as usual I am starting to fall sick, like I do every single year. I wonder why. Now I'm having flu and coughing on and off. The unpredictable weather is not helping as well as it always changes from raining and cold, to hot and humid. Hopefully I'll recover soon so I can enjoy my CNY back in Penang. Will be taking the whole week off and enjoy as much as I can back home since it has been a very long time since I've went back. Won't have access to my PC though, only way is to go to the cyber cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I'll try to update as frequent as I can, even on minor stuffs. I'll try to get more pictures on as well but for now it'll just be only words as it's quite late at night and I'm supposed to be working at 7am. Having a hard time sleeping as it's quite humid tonight, and I'm coughing non stop while having to blow my nose all the time. Would be taking leave tomorrow and visit the doctor as soon as possible. おやすみなさい。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3562171500754521813?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3562171500754521813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3562171500754521813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3562171500754521813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3562171500754521813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/year-of-tiger.html' title='Year of the Tiger..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-5214464001993265780</id><published>2009-12-19T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:28:29.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One would think that I am about to write something about my relationship with Robb due to the title above. Well, my life does seem like it only revolves around Robb, which is sadly true in some sense. But no, this does not relate to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person who likes to go places and experience different cultures, lifestyles, and see all the wonderful sceneries that a destination might have. I think most people loves travelling as well. But so far, I have been stuck in KL most of the time. The only two places that I go to a lot is to work and back home. I don't even have much people to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my classmates during college, is now travelling to most parts of the world. He has been working while travelling all around UK, making the most out of his youth and experiencing all that he can. Deep down inside of me, this is something that I wanted to experience. I kinda feel jealous every time I see pictures of him in different countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dissatisfied with my life with Robb, but I guess there's a small part of me that wanted to do all those things before settling down for good. Having to work different hours and Zuzu waiting for me at home, I guess there isn't much that can be done now. All I can do is to be happy for my friends that are able to go for their dreams no matter how hard their road is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm done being emo for now. Will try to update if anything interesting happens in my life, or if I have the time to hunt down my muse. Goodnitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green eyed monster,&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-5214464001993265780?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5214464001993265780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=5214464001993265780&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5214464001993265780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5214464001993265780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/12/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-5953348219091908748</id><published>2009-10-21T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:46:55.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone 3GS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is me, updating this short post using my friend's iPhone. Seems like almost everyone is using either an iPhone or a Blackberry these days. I can see my friends updating their status anytime, anywhere. Makes me feel like getting one too, but too bad, I don't think I can afford one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week had been excruciatingly hard to go through. Time seems endless when Robb is not around. But I survived, and two days later I will finally be able to see the love of my life. I certainly can't wait for the moment where we get to see and feel each other once again. Till then, I guess I will just have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-5953348219091908748?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5953348219091908748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=5953348219091908748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5953348219091908748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5953348219091908748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/10/iphone-3gs.html' title='iPhone 3GS..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-4723833985664124004</id><published>2009-10-13T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:53:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DboyS-OiDK4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DboyS-OiDK4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were hardly ever apart all through our 4 years and 7 days relationship, with the only exception of Chinese New Year and some short days when you went back to Ipoh or when I went back to Penang. So when you left for Singapore to work for 2 weeks, I felt completely lost. It felt like part of my heart and my soul left me, leaving this vessel empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to work with my heart eager to come home, so that I can wait for you or coming home to you waiting for me. Now, I go to work feeling empty inside and time passes by so slowly. Coming home has never felt so lonely as I always have you around me. Even Zuzu felt the loneliness without you. I felt the loneliness more when I go into our room, looking at the empty king sized bed, knowing that I alone would be the only one sleeping on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though lots of people said that it is only for 2 weeks and time will pass by in a blink of an eye, it felt almost like eternity to me. It is only the second day and I've already felt the effect of being without you, which made me realize how much I love you and can never ever be the same if you left me for good. Am I too dependent on you? Many would say that, but I do not care as you are the world to me. All I want is to be with you, breathe with you, and live with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you lots.. &lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-4723833985664124004?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4723833985664124004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=4723833985664124004&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4723833985664124004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4723833985664124004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/10/without-you.html' title='Without You..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6571868548305221956</id><published>2009-10-06T23:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:25:35.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilis..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/StSLovnOZ_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/JRIJypcVL5A/s1600-h/IMG_0635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/StSMcy7hWJI/AAAAAAAAA3s/q9PXj_QtTUM/s320/IMG_0664.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392089080204974226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/StSMdoVavOI/AAAAAAAAA30/IIej7WQiEvY/s1600-h/IMG_0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/StSMdoVavOI/AAAAAAAAA30/IIej7WQiEvY/s320/IMG_0665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392089094540672226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/StSMoRTAXzI/AAAAAAAAA38/FRQ1DD37tms/s1600-h/IMG_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/StSMoRTAXzI/AAAAAAAAA38/FRQ1DD37tms/s320/IMG_0666.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392089277335101234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/StSMo0pvGCI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QK74QL0p5Cs/s1600-h/IMG_0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/StSMo0pvGCI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QK74QL0p5Cs/s320/IMG_0667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392089286825678882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6571868548305221956?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6571868548305221956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6571868548305221956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6571868548305221956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6571868548305221956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/10/chilis.html' title='Chilis..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/StSLovnOZ_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/JRIJypcVL5A/s72-c/IMG_0635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-5645418535212876981</id><published>2009-10-06T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:50:27.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dearest Zach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's the 4th year we've been together. We've gone through a lot of things together, haven't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it the sweet, tender moments of us being innocently in love with each other or the uncertainty and anxiety I caused you at times, we've been through that thick and thin. Our relationship wouldn't have been possible if it wasn't you who gave in to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it has always been that way since the start, where you gave in to me, by offering a free accommodation along with food for me to come to Penang where we met each other. Since then, it was always you who have been able to give everything to me, be it your care when I'm sick (since my antibody is a little weaker usually) and stood by me whenever I made any decisions. You've also tolerated how dirty/messy me as a person is and remained patient throughout my naughty acts all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to tell you, Zach dear dear is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would be a day always fresh in your memory,&lt;br /&gt;You have completed me rather than a girl;&lt;br /&gt;Our love will burn bright, always eternally,&lt;br /&gt;You are my everything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Robb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-5645418535212876981?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5645418535212876981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=5645418535212876981&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5645418535212876981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5645418535212876981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/10/4th-anniversary.html' title='4th Anniversary'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-4940649401376165955</id><published>2009-10-06T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:45:32.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulge in the Uniquely Singapore Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso8kcHPKlI/AAAAAAAAA1E/GRREye7PpBw/s1600-h/Singapore_Zoo_Tigers_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso8kcHPKlI/AAAAAAAAA1E/GRREye7PpBw/s320/Singapore_Zoo_Tigers_cropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389186500821723730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was small, me and my family would go to Singapore at least once a year to visit my grandmother, my uncle and his family. But since 12 years ago, we stopped going and I've missed Singapore since then. I don't quite remember the places I've been to but there still are some traces left in my head that I know of, such as Haw Par Villa and the famous Sentosa Island. Having a chance to go there again would be perfect for me to re-live my happy memories with my family there and also create new ones of my own. So if I were to visit Singapore again for only a day, I would have to plan it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso8jWuqDjI/AAAAAAAAA00/UkDXlIm8EFo/s1600-h/entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso8jWuqDjI/AAAAAAAAA00/UkDXlIm8EFo/s320/entrance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389186482196581938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would start off in the morning by visiting the Singapore Zoo, which is home to over 3,200 mammals, birds, reptiles and fishes. Since it's an open zoo, it is perfect for me to experience the rich lushness of the tropical rain forest with its thriving wildlife. Since I'm an animal lover, I would definitely enjoy it as Robb has been there before and he told me that it is nicer than the zoo in Malaysia. I would definitely want to see the white tigers there as I've always loved tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso93XEzyjI/AAAAAAAAA1U/VuxprbR6nPg/s1600-h/underwaterWorld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso93XEzyjI/AAAAAAAAA1U/VuxprbR6nPg/s320/underwaterWorld.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389187925398506034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso8j-fNSxI/AAAAAAAAA08/azswtEL7Csk/s1600-h/genimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso8j-fNSxI/AAAAAAAAA08/azswtEL7Csk/s320/genimage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389186492869200658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up, I would like to head to Sentosa Island, and visit the Underwater World and the Dolphin Lagoon. I'm actually a water person, as in I feel calm and relaxed whenever I'm around watery areas, such as by the sea or even a swimming pool. I would love to watch the pink dolphins demonstrate their charms and skills, and if the timing is right, I would even want to swim with them as they have limited sessions as well. The underwater world would also be a perfect place to see what's it like living in the ocean, surrounded by majestic sea creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso93J18feI/AAAAAAAAA1M/9_AQJbPxbR0/s1600-h/The_Merlion,_Sentosa,_Aug_06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso93J18feI/AAAAAAAAA1M/9_AQJbPxbR0/s320/The_Merlion,_Sentosa,_Aug_06.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389187921846500834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before heading back from Sentosa Island during the evening, I would want to visit the Sentosa Merlion. It is a stretched out 37-metre version of the statue by the Singapore River, which is lit up at night and shoots lasers from its eyes. There's an elevator up into its mouth where I can gaze out over the nearby Port of Singapore. The Merlion is the signature of Singapore, and I would think that one could not be considered to have visited Singapore if he or she did not take at least one picture with the Merlion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso8i-FTlRI/AAAAAAAAA0s/GW9F5Ar0Yho/s1600-h/DSC00484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso8i-FTlRI/AAAAAAAAA0s/GW9F5Ar0Yho/s320/DSC00484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389186475580691730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having spent the entire day outdoors with nature, it is time for some shopping at Orchard Road, the epicenter of Singapore's shopping and entertainment industry. I remember visiting Orchard Road during Christmas when I was small, and it was a very beautiful place. It would be nice to be here during Christmas season again, where the roads and shops will be beautifully lit and decorated. Clarke Quay is not to be missed as well as it is the perfect spot to hang out and chill while enjoying the night life by the river side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso8if9FH2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/MFyJC5cd3Eo/s1600-h/Clarke_Quay_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso8if9FH2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/MFyJC5cd3Eo/s320/Clarke_Quay_4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389186467493125986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many other places in Singapore that is a must-visit, but these would be my dream destinations if I were to visit Singapore for only a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulge in the Uniquely Singapore experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-4940649401376165955?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4940649401376165955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=4940649401376165955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4940649401376165955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4940649401376165955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/10/indulge-in-uniquely-singapore.html' title='Indulge in the Uniquely Singapore Experience'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sso8kcHPKlI/AAAAAAAAA1E/GRREye7PpBw/s72-c/Singapore_Zoo_Tigers_cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3537072111108647348</id><published>2009-10-04T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:26:14.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Krrunch Time, Get Playful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SseHpHYN1sI/AAAAAAAAAz8/bJWI3jWpVz8/s1600-h/3965723705_4240921c60_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SseHpHYN1sI/AAAAAAAAAz8/bJWI3jWpVz8/s320/3965723705_4240921c60_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388424619597092546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life has been dull for me lately, with my work being so routine and not much time to go anywhere else. Lucky for me, Nuffnang is organizing an event on the 23rd of November! The &lt;a href="http://awards.nuffnang.com/"&gt;Nuffnang Blog Awards&lt;/a&gt; is going to be very happening and Krrunch as bloggers from Malaysia, Singapore, Philippines and Australia will be gathering in Singapore on that very day! Bloggers who send in their blog entries about this stand a chance to be invited to this very exclusive and Krrunch event, so here I am trying my luck to change my boring month into a very Krrunch month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SseHpUMVwXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/DFyGwQOBdmc/s1600-h/3965724413_e114e61564_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SseHpUMVwXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/DFyGwQOBdmc/s320/3965724413_e114e61564_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388424623036940658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zuzu is not very accepting if there's something new or strange that he hasn't seen before. So whenever we buy something new, such as a new toy or a box of something, he'll be curious about it but in the same time act strangely towards that particular item. So when we placed a can of Pringles on the floor, Zuzu was curiously looking at it, and at the same time keeping a distance as if he were afraid of it. But once I opened the lid, he did what he always does when he sensed food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SseHqCMYGyI/AAAAAAAAA0M/1psU9Hgckzc/s1600-h/3966500548_9227002cdd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SseHqCMYGyI/AAAAAAAAA0M/1psU9Hgckzc/s320/3966500548_9227002cdd_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388424635385125666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He'll be all over you and trying his very best to make you feed him! You can ask him to do anything, well anything that he has learned to do, and he'll do it obediently. That was how he was taught to do the tricks that he knows currently, with food as his prize. Zuzu will look at you with his adorable face, practically begging to be fed. We had a very Krrunch time, playing with Zuzu and taking pictures of him while he was chasing after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SseHqYWtYNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/1gQxV3OhHVc/s1600-h/3966501848_aac06d8aa8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SseHqYWtYNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/1gQxV3OhHVc/s320/3966501848_aac06d8aa8_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388424641334042834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zuzu was all over the can of Pringles as he already knew that it contains food inside. It was truly a Krrunch night, as we spent precious time together, enjoying the moment. So here it is, my blog post for 'Its Krrunch Time, Get Playful' for the Nuffnang Blog Awards. Hopefully I can get chosen as it would really be Krrunch to be attending such a big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SseHqkvjAdI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ZT9C1Bth5C0/s1600-h/3966503272_6a71497d15_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SseHqkvjAdI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ZT9C1Bth5C0/s320/3966503272_6a71497d15_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388424644659446226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3537072111108647348?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3537072111108647348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3537072111108647348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3537072111108647348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3537072111108647348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-krrunch-time-get-playful.html' title='It’s Krrunch Time, Get Playful!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SseHpHYN1sI/AAAAAAAAAz8/bJWI3jWpVz8/s72-c/3965723705_4240921c60_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-1902127605403345880</id><published>2009-09-22T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:10:48.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is there to blog when..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Srj248NlsOI/AAAAAAAAAz0/URoYWPoPbxo/s1600-h/DSC04607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Srj248NlsOI/AAAAAAAAAz0/URoYWPoPbxo/s320/DSC04607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384324812617658594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..I work six days a week in a place where everything is just routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I don't have anywhere to go after work other than home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I don't have my own circle of friends to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..my working time clashes with everyone's free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..nothing interesting happens at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..all I do is stare at my computer screen at home or play with Zuzu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..the only person I can hang out with is Robb, and we don't go places much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-1902127605403345880?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1902127605403345880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=1902127605403345880&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1902127605403345880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1902127605403345880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-there-to-blog-when.html' title='What is there to blog when..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Srj248NlsOI/AAAAAAAAAz0/URoYWPoPbxo/s72-c/DSC04607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-620935157641605967</id><published>2009-09-20T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:46:02.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yk_9sEhV3vM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yk_9sEhV3vM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It all started last night, when I was about to go back from work. My shift yesterday was from 12PM to 8PM. The weather was fine the whole day, until the clock strikes 7PM and it started to go all windy and cloudy, signaling a rainy night. Still, there wasn't a single drop of rain and I was praying for it to stay that way until I reached home as I was riding my 7 year old motorbike to work. When it was time to go, I rushed up to the office and punched out my card. I then opened the door to the car park, and it started to rain. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed back in the office, logged in to my Facebook and waited for the rain to stop. Since Robb is still in the office, we planned to eat pizza in his office with his colleagues. After 30 minutes, the rain began to subside and it was safe to ride to Robb's office. I was supposed to pick up the pizza in Yellow Cab, nearby Robb's office, before going up. On the way there, there was a part of the road that was flooded with water. I was in front of all the cars as the traffic light was red. When the light went green, I accelerated slowly as there was water around, but the car to my right sped up and splashed the water all over me. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then all cold and wet, but I still continued to Yellow Cab as it was just nearby. Once I reached the place, I parked my motorbike at the roadside and went in to collect the pizza. It was still drizzling at that time, but it did not make any difference since I was already wet. When I came out, I saw my bike lying sideways beside the road. Apparently it fell down as I just used the side stand and the road was uneven. The front handle for my brake broke, and the side mirror was out of place. Now I have to spend extra money to fix up my motorbike. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was supposed to be 3 people working during the morning shift, including me. But one of my colleague called in sick when I reached the office, and left 2 of us, one in each tower. And there wasn't anyone else coming in at 12PM, so it was kinda hard for us to go for our break. Lucky for us, our supervisor arrange for one of the part-timer to come in at 12PM, and we can leave for our break one at a time. So I called up my godbro as he was going to Pavilion with his boyfriend, and I wanted to meet up with them. I arranged my break time to be at 1PM so that my colleague can go for his break earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole morning was uneventful, which was nice as there wasn't enough people around. By noon, my colleague went for his break when the part timer came. Half an hour later, that's when my bad luck continued to strike, again. I was already very hungry at that time, waiting for my colleague to come back so I can go for my lunch. Out of nowhere, I heard someone shouting from behind the lift area. One of the tenant was grabbing one guy's arm, shouting furiously towards him. I recognized the other guy as one of the real estate agents, and was wondering what had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this real estate agent, I'll just call him R, got hold of this tenant's house key, somehow, and went to open his door when the tenant was inside with his family. When R saw that there was someone inside he quickly closed the door and wanted to leave. But the tenant saw him and quickly called out to him, grabbing him in the arm and brought him down to the lobby, where I was working. To cut things short, it involved quite a number of people, things got messy, and my break time got delayed. To make it worse, I had a gastric attack, probably due to the stress and the hunger. It was quite a long time ago when I had gastric and somehow it surfaced again, during this situation. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked with the uncomfortable feeling all the way to Pavilion, and had Koay Teow Soup as it was the only thing I could eat, besides porridge. My godbro and his boyfriend was there to accompany me and they were nice enough to hear me rant about my lousy day and bought me some medicine for my gastric. Thankfully, it worked and the pain subsided. We walked around a little and I got to know his boyfriend a bit as this was the first time that I've met him. Though it was just a brief meeting, it was nice and nothing bad has happened since then, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working again tomorrow, and the day after, and after, when everyone else is having their holidays. And after what happened today, I rather it be boring than to face such a situation again. Sigh. Got to go to bed now, morning shift again. Chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I just realized that I have a wound on my leg, and I have no idea how it got there. FML -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-620935157641605967?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/620935157641605967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=620935157641605967&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/620935157641605967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/620935157641605967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-5334556773859735726</id><published>2009-09-09T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:05:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09 September 2009..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is another one of those special dates that gives people a reason to celebrate! Although 09.09.09 is not really a nice number but you don't get this day every single year. Coincidentally, I asked my housemate how to write 'I love you' in Chinese as I've forgotten how to write it and he thought I wanted to write it to Robb for this occasion when I didn't even notice the date. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should celebrate it with Robb with a bottle of red wine, should I? A perfect excuse for me to open up a bottle and it wouldn't do me much harm as I'm working night shift tomorrow. Robb is working in the morning though, so I guess not. Oh well, I suck in writing happy posts and now I'm out of ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did change something in my house though. My PC is no longer situated in the living room beside Robb's PC, as it is now in the room beside our bed. The room is kinda crowded now with so many things in it, not to mention our king size bed. But this way, I get to hide in my room and not see anything or anyone that I don't feel like seeing at that moment. I have more privacy as well, if you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a brief dinner with my KL uncle's family yesterday and also one of my cousin from Singapore that I have not seen for over 10 years. He looks exactly like a younger version of his father, my uncle from Singapore. He's tanned from work and looks as thin as a stick. We didn't talk much though. As usual, my uncle (he's also the stingy landlord of mine who does not want to replace the faulty and cheap washing machine) keep asking me to leave my job and look for another one. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not close to anyone from my family, not even my own brother. There seems to be a barrier around me whenever I'm around them, and I sort of become someone who is not exactly who I am when I'm not with them. Guess it's a habit as I was always keeping everything to myself last time, during my depressed period. I kinda miss some of my old secondary school friends now, those that were the first few who I've told about my sexuality. They were friends that I could really share everything with, as they trust me enough to share their secrets too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here, the only person I could really share everything with is Robb. Others might be there to listen, but they're not exactly people you can trust your deep dark secrets with, as they do not share theirs. They tend to wear a mask. No matter how sincere they appear to be, there will always be a thin layer of mask, covering their true self. Honesty is not something that could be gained here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, enough with all these negative thoughts. Have to sleep earlier to keep my face looking as young as it is now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 that looks like 18,&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-5334556773859735726?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5334556773859735726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=5334556773859735726&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5334556773859735726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5334556773859735726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/09-september-2009.html' title='09 September 2009..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3947901284284197921</id><published>2009-09-04T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:19:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SqB5BpXfq0I/AAAAAAAAAzs/YA7OmaGD7uM/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SqB5BpXfq0I/AAAAAAAAAzs/YA7OmaGD7uM/s320/piano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377431024271600450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a sudden urge to write something while I was listening to my list of Final Fantasy songs with my Windows Media Player. These songs always put me in a mood which I can't describe. It's like a mixture of happy, yet sad feelings, or something magical and dreamy. One thing for sure is that it makes me feel very relaxed. It brings me to a place where reality does not exist, and anything could happen, exactly as it is in any Final Fantasy series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this make me regret not learning how to play the piano when I was young. I had the opportunity to learn so many things actually. My mum used to ask me whether I wanted to learn how to play piano, or go for proper swimming lessons, tennis lessons, bowling lessons, or any other activities. But I rejected everything. Every time I get moody, I feel that it would be nice if I just had a piano and play all the songs that can express all my desires, my feelings, my dreams, IF I knew how to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People born under the horoscope sign of Pisces are known to be creative and artistic. So far, I haven't found anything creative nor artistic about myself. Maybe I would be one if I knew how to play the piano. I used to be in the music team for my primary school. We were all blowing the Recorder, something which I was quite good at. Maybe that's why I'm gay? LoL. I remember myself enjoying the practice sessions as well as all the performances that my team did. I wasn't good in reading the music notes though, just more to remembering the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Penang, I can go to the beaches at night, listen to the sound of the waves while the sea breeze flows around me, putting me at ease and blows away all my troubles. Here, all I have are my songs, which is not much. I miss how the sea makes my body and my mind melt into nothingness and loosen up. The surroundings in KL just bottles up stress into people, no matter how carefree your life is in KL. I guess I'm not really a city person, although it is enjoyable but too much of it is harmful to the soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine myself playing the piano, with all the mixed emotions rushing through my body to my fingertips, transforming them into music, which expresses any persons emotions more effectively rather than using words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3947901284284197921?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3947901284284197921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3947901284284197921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3947901284284197921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3947901284284197921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/piano.html' title='Piano..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SqB5BpXfq0I/AAAAAAAAAzs/YA7OmaGD7uM/s72-c/piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-218960044609844792</id><published>2009-09-03T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:20:12.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp6pCt13MKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7taJQPDDHOw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp6pCt13MKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7taJQPDDHOw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376920869257293986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This might not be the nicest sight of me but yeah, this picture is the most recent one that I have. The intervals between my posts seem to grow wider by time, and I'm not sure whether it is a good thing or a bad thing as the only time that I can write is when I'm feeling emotional. This picture was taken during Merdeka eve in Mist Club, where I met up with Mira after 7 years of absence. I'm glad she still remembers me after all those years and she still looks as pretty as ever. After partying a little and having free supply of booze, I sort of got too high and had too much to drink. I was actually drunk for the first time and puked! Wasn't a nice experience though. A lesson well learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp62F8R68RI/AAAAAAAAAzE/8KVlc6m0Pns/s1600-h/180709+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp62F8R68RI/AAAAAAAAAzE/8KVlc6m0Pns/s320/180709+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376935218323845394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life has been pretty much the same, working six days a week, having different shifts, going to movie screenings whenever possible and etc. Nothing much happens at work. The only thing that I look forward to are the series that one of my colleague transferred to the PC there. So far I've watched Brothers and Sisters, Gossip Girl, Pushing Daisies, True Blood, and Mental, all from the first episode to the latest one. If it weren't for her I think I would be bored to death by now. It's not exactly a good thing to look forward to in a job though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp62HcOto7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/I2OEMseuh40/s1600-h/130809+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp62HcOto7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/I2OEMseuh40/s320/130809+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376935244080194482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for movie screenings, the recent ones were Up, Orphan and Final Destination 4. Up was entertaining, but didn't leave much of an impression to me. I liked Orphan though, very twisted and unpredictable. As for Final Destination 4, it was quite a waste of time. The 3D version might be better though but the story line, well, there wasn't much of a story line. Attended one event from Ogawa as well and got to know BubblyWen, a bubbly girl. Haha. We tried out Ogawa's Smartaire and the feeling was great! Would want one for myself and my parents if I could afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp62H9Qy_4I/AAAAAAAAAzk/5ZFFdGnFH0c/s1600-h/130809+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp62H9Qy_4I/AAAAAAAAAzk/5ZFFdGnFH0c/s320/130809+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376935252947304322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People seem to know who I am whenever I attend Nuffnang events. It feels kinda awkward to be spoken to and them having know my name when I don't even know who they are. It is usually them who speaks to me first as I'm not very good at socializing with people, unlike Robb. I guess people know my name through Robb's blog as I don't think I would have people waiting to see if I have updated my dead blog. LoL. I got to know few of the bloggers though. Just recently, me and Robb went to Yuen's Buffet Steamboat with CookieDonut, Zues, Jack and Simon (all Nuffnang bloggers). It was nice to have a group of people to hang out with once awhile as most of the time it is only me and Robb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp62GR5vKrI/AAAAAAAAAzM/gJX2CeSMJqQ/s1600-h/220809+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp62GR5vKrI/AAAAAAAAAzM/gJX2CeSMJqQ/s320/220809+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376935224127990450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have two new housemates and the previous guy already moved out. This time, both of them are gay, which makes my house 80% gay! The only straight one left now is Justin, although he looks more gay than me. The two new housemates seemed fine, but time will tell whether or not we're compatible. One thing for sure is they're much friendlier than the previous bloke who only hide in his room and do god knows what. They even love Zuzu and plays with him. The previous guy gave me less than 1 month's notice and did not help in looking for someone new to move in. Oh well, glad that he's gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp62GyyfmKI/AAAAAAAAAzU/nVOc6nWvtmo/s1600-h/220809+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp62GyyfmKI/AAAAAAAAAzU/nVOc6nWvtmo/s320/220809+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376935232955979938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh, I really feel that I write so much better when I'm emo. Words seem to flow out effortlessly and there's more feeling to the post. When I'm not emo and I write a blog post like this one, it seems so plain and lack of feelings. Sometimes I wonder whether or not it is a good thing that I don't have any inspiration to write as I did before. But whatever it is, sorry for the long wait to read something so plain and boring. Wonder when would it be next when I update again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-218960044609844792?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/218960044609844792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=218960044609844792&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/218960044609844792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/218960044609844792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/drunk.html' title='Drunk..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sp6pCt13MKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7taJQPDDHOw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7695687515702567281</id><published>2009-06-21T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:10:44.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sj0XEnyRr5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/WwaAVIfV4Fc/s1600-h/328493_01_05_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sj0XEnyRr5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/WwaAVIfV4Fc/s320/328493_01_05_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457300552789906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My blog has been dead for quite some time now. That just shows how dull my life is with nothing much going on. Most of the days it is just waking up, going to work, going home and sleep. Whenever I'm free, everyone else is busy, especially when my off day is on a Thursday. When everyone else is free on weekends, I have to go to work. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sj0XFL4V69I/AAAAAAAAAy0/h-EYllazozY/s1600-h/hkmov_1216807832-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sj0XFL4V69I/AAAAAAAAAy0/h-EYllazozY/s320/hkmov_1216807832-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457310241909714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It does not help that I have responsibilities at home, mainly Zuzu. I'm not complaining about having Zuzu around as I love him a lot but his welfare has to be taken into consideration in whatever plans that I might have. Someone has to be around to feed him, to make sure that he has enough water to drink, to play with him and so on. It's not easy being a father, especially when I'm working while wondering how bored he is by being alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sj0XEbUCHgI/AAAAAAAAAyU/JTtXj2Xp11k/s1600-h/10+Promises+to+My+Dog+%5BInu+to+Watashi+no+10+no+Yakusoku%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sj0XEbUCHgI/AAAAAAAAAyU/JTtXj2Xp11k/s320/10+Promises+to+My+Dog+%5BInu+to+Watashi+no+10+no+Yakusoku%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457297204715010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having a dog does not mean that we should only play with it when we're bored and neglect it when we're not. We have to remember that while we might have our family, friends and career, our dog only has us. A dog needs companionship from us much more than we need him. 10 Promises To My Dog is a movie that I would advice someone to watch if he or she is thinking of getting a dog. It is impossible to find a link to download it, so I went to Timesquare and bought the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sj0XFOQZSBI/AAAAAAAAAys/szi7lcdbdUM/s1600-h/hkmov_1216807832-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sj0XFOQZSBI/AAAAAAAAAys/szi7lcdbdUM/s320/hkmov_1216807832-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457310879664146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, I found a primary school friend of mine through Facebook and started chatting with him. I wasn't that close to him before but I had a nice chat with him. People really do change a lot, especially in appearance. I noticed that most of my friends that I had known a long time ago, looked different from how they were. Most of them had turned quite attractive. As for me, I still look the same as I was before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sj0XEzsUcXI/AAAAAAAAAyk/mStkykc3Gfo/s1600-h/3281621313_82fdfdf742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sj0XEzsUcXI/AAAAAAAAAyk/mStkykc3Gfo/s320/3281621313_82fdfdf742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457303749030258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh well, guess I'll disappear for god knows how long again before I have something else to write here. Have to sleep now as I'm working morning shift tomorrow and Robb is waiting for me with Zuzu in the room. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-7695687515702567281?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7695687515702567281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7695687515702567281&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7695687515702567281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7695687515702567281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/idle-life.html' title='Idle Life..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sj0XEnyRr5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/WwaAVIfV4Fc/s72-c/328493_01_05_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-1453233860161130690</id><published>2009-06-05T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:55:31.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Updates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19/05 - Mother called to inform that my uncle had passed away. Took three days unpaid leave and went back to Penang right after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/05 - Went to uncle's funeral and got to know that I was their godson. "Sent him away" together with their only daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/05 - Came back to KL. Unpacked, had a short rest, packed again, and headed to Genting Highlands for Robb's belated birthday. Stayed for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/05 - Back to work as usual. Brother came to KL to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/06 - Watched Terminator with Jason and Marcus in Pavilion after work. Felt that Pavilion has degraded to Timesquare's status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04/06 - Off day. Moody as I didn't get to spend much time with Robb because he's very busy with work. Slept early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05/06 - Still moody. Didn't message me the whole day. Sent him a "I miss you.." message but only received a "Very busy.." reply. He'll be home late again today so had dinner with brother. Going to sleep early again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody..&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-1453233860161130690?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1453233860161130690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=1453233860161130690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1453233860161130690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1453233860161130690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-updates.html' title='Short Updates..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-1203727111369922540</id><published>2009-05-18T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:18:19.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You So..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been years since I've last met you. You don't know how much I've been dreaming of meeting you ever since the last time we were together in Penang. I remembered the first time when I met you in the shopping complex, it was love at first sight. You might not be as presentable as everyone else nor as famous as they are, but to me, you're the most handsome one of all. Every single part of you spelled "yummy" in my head. I couldn't resist myself from drooling every time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I brought you home with me. I couldn't stop myself from stripping you bare naked and tasting you inside me. It was heaven! Never have I been so satisfied and it was pleasuring in every single way. After that day I just needed more and more of you. You were like a drug to me, and I was a very serious drug addict and I just can't live a day without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having you with me just spices up my life. Nothing has ever made me feel so. But after awhile, you seemed to disappear and I could not find you anywhere. You left me without even saying goodbye. I was devastated. I was lost. How could you just leave without a trace? I went all over to look for you but you just seemed to vanish into thin air. It was a very hard time for me as I was so into you. There is nothing that could replace you no matter how hard I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being apart for so many years, I started to live happily. Time made me forget about you. You become nothing but a fragment of my life as I knew I would never see you again. But life is just full of surprises. As I was on the way home after work today, I stopped by at Jusco Wangsa Maju to get some snacks for my beloved Zuzu. Guess what? I saw you again. At first I didn't believe that it was you that I saw. I went closer and I recognized you even when you've changed your outlook a little. You were still the same, as irresistible as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to turn around and walk away, but the demon inside me stopped me from doing so. I have longed to see you after so many years, and finally you appeared before me. Even though I have moved on, part of me still lusts for you, wanting you inside me, feeling the same satisfying sensation as I felt few years back. My inner desires overcame my logic to just walk away and I ended up confronting you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I brought you home, just like how I did back in Penang. No one else knows about this yet, and they would definitely disapprove of me doing so as it would just add salt to my wound. But I don't care, it was a chance of a lifetime for me and if I let you go again, I wouldn't know whether you would disappear again like before. I had to have you. I want you. I needed you. Please do not leave me again. Please stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;center/&gt;                      .....&lt;br /&gt;                                    .....&lt;br /&gt;                                    .....&lt;br /&gt;                                    .....&lt;br /&gt;                                    .....&lt;br /&gt;                                    .....&lt;br /&gt;                                .............&lt;br /&gt;                                 ...........&lt;br /&gt;                                  .........&lt;br /&gt;                                   .......&lt;br /&gt;                                    .....&lt;br /&gt;                                     ...&lt;br /&gt;                                      .                               &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ShFfUzSAI2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/2mmA4uITYy4/s1600-h/18052009424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ShFfUzSAI2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/2mmA4uITYy4/s320/18052009424.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337151844378485602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-1203727111369922540?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1203727111369922540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=1203727111369922540&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1203727111369922540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1203727111369922540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-you-so.html' title='I Miss You So..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ShFfUzSAI2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/2mmA4uITYy4/s72-c/18052009424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-8588734877313948474</id><published>2009-05-16T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:12:22.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Money Money..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been quite some time since I've updated my blog and this was actually written in a notebook when I was working this morning. It has been quite a tough month for me as I was low on cash. Even though I had my first salary at the end of April, it was just enough to cover my fixed expenses and left me with little to spare. Not to mention Robb's birthday is coming soon. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2g-KCG3eI/AAAAAAAAAx4/WeZ2XEfV820/s1600-h/censored+cheque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2g-KCG3eI/AAAAAAAAAx4/WeZ2XEfV820/s320/censored+cheque.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336098123209432546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't blame anyone but myself for being idle for so long, surviving on nothing but my own savings. I was quite dry when I started to work as I had depleted most of my savings. Even so, I needed to spend on some necessary things before I started work. This job of mine requires me to wear a white shirt everyday. Sadly, I only had one white shirt, and it was quite old. It wasn't even bought by myself as some guy gave it to me after I helped him out few years back. I tried to look for a cheap one but ended up buying two from Seed as the ones in Jusco were either too bad in quality or too big for me. I managed to get a black slacks and a belt in Jusco which was quite cheap though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2ffc71lfI/AAAAAAAAAxY/K-X04ORWw_g/s1600-h/06052009409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2ffc71lfI/AAAAAAAAAxY/K-X04ORWw_g/s320/06052009409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336096496195835378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food around my work place ain't cheap either. One meal alone would cost nearly RM 10.00 and for someone who has a big appetite like me it is always not filling. I had to bring my own bread most of the time as I was really low on cash that time. Around two weeks after I started working, the sole of my shoes came off when I was on night shift. Had to spend again to get it mended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2ffvUXyaI/AAAAAAAAAxo/d7gmbAsB4tY/s1600-h/27042009393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2ffvUXyaI/AAAAAAAAAxo/d7gmbAsB4tY/s320/27042009393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336096501130578338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was about to get my pay, there was a one day warehouse sales by L'oreal and Justin was working part-time there. They were selling Armani Diamonds for Men at only RM 150.00 for a 75ml bottle and the deodorant at only RM 30.00. As I kinda like the smell and it was very cheap considering the normal price for a 75ml bottle is at RM 240.00, I asked Justin to buy it for me. There goes a part of my salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2ffkMmqPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/KimpUGa_VZk/s1600-h/09052009417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2ffkMmqPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/KimpUGa_VZk/s320/09052009417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336096498145208562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right after I get my paycheck, I sort of did a budget for the month of May. After deducting my rental, water and electric bill, phone bill, internet as well as estimated transportation costs, I was left with around RM 300.00 to survive the month. To make things worse, my upper left wisdom tooth went rebellious and gave me a hard time during work. I had no choice but to go see a dentist to have it exracted and sent to obedience camp. Due to this, I missed out on a day of triple pay at work as the dentist was fully booked for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2iT1L4jiI/AAAAAAAAAyA/eRPCAjA6Vx8/s1600-h/08052009414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2iT1L4jiI/AAAAAAAAAyA/eRPCAjA6Vx8/s320/08052009414.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336099595082042914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sudden thought came to my mind on how I might be able to make my financial situation a little better. I remembered that TAR College students can claim back the RM 100.00 caution money that we paid when we enrolled into the college. So I went to the college yesterday to enquire about it as it was my off day. From my previous experiences with the School of Social Science and Humanities(SSH) office, I knew that their management was very bad as our school was always the last to receive our results, bills, timetables or anything that has to go through them. But what I found out yesterday was even worst! They told me that it would take one year for them to process the caution money. WTF? If they told me that they needed like two months or something then it is acceptable but one year? Why the fuck would they need that long? Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2ffJLbVwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/64IrPkEmJs0/s1600-h/05052009399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2ffJLbVwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/64IrPkEmJs0/s320/05052009399.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336096490892515074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On another note from work, there was this couple who came by the counter few days back, asking us to waive her parking ticket as she is a resident here. The problem is, all residents here have their own car transponder for them to enter the parking lots without having to take the parking ticket, which she had forgotten to bring. Once the ticket is issued, they are bound to pay it and we have no say in this as it is under the developers jurisdiction and not us from the management. Her ticket was just RM 3.00 anyway but still she keeps on repeating that she's a resident and shouldn't be paying for it. Come on, you're staying in a service residence that costs around RM 1,200.00 per square foot and you make a fuss over a parking ticket that costs less than RM 10.00? How cheap can you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2g912FLGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/YqjuNGTeeWE/s1600-h/06052009407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2g912FLGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/YqjuNGTeeWE/s320/06052009407.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336098117790280802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really don't understand these people. Are all rich people so stingy? I wouldn't know. I'm neither rich nor do I have any rich friends. Don't think I would get rich next time either. Guess I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-8588734877313948474?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8588734877313948474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=8588734877313948474&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8588734877313948474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8588734877313948474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/money-money-money.html' title='Money Money Money..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sg2g-KCG3eI/AAAAAAAAAx4/WeZ2XEfV820/s72-c/censored+cheque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-2542978792639930652</id><published>2009-04-24T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:08:47.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_Brb4p0vVc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_Brb4p0vVc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I think the hands represent the ability to do something, to act and change things for the better, even if the hands are small (even if your ability is limited). But more people together can change a lot. This is what i think the hands signify."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quote was taken from YouTube where I found this video. I find it quite true that every little bit of help that we offer will change something, one way or another. Even so, most people have the mindset to keep to themselves and hardly ever lend a helping hand unless he or she has something to gain in return. Sometimes, I find it sad to be living in such a realistic world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of teaching those morals and virtues to small children when grownups themselves do not practice it? It will only give them a sense of false security that the world is a nice and loving place to live in, such as in fairy tales. If it was taught realistically then they would be more prepared to grow up and face the world without much shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around the world, there would be people in need of help such as the orphanages, old folks homes, and etc. There are still honest and kind people around who would do their share of helping around once awhile, but the amount is going down as time passes by. I would think it is because that people are less trusting now after being cheated by so many other fake organizations who manipulate their generosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did once believe in all those people who came and ask for donations for whatever organizations that they're "volunteering" for, until I was influenced by Robb who doesn't give a fuck about it as he doesn't believe in them. He said I'm too soft hearted and always giving in to help people without the sense to say "no". What he said was quite true as I always ended up buying those things from people who claimed to be from some charity organization or from someone in need of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when I was walking out to eat, one guy came to ask me for RM 5 to refuel his motorbike as he was running low and out of money. After much persuasion, I ended up giving him RM 10 as he said he would return me the change after refueling. I waited there for quite some time but he didn't show up and Robb was waiting for me for dinner so I just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were few other incidents where I helped some stranger but Robb just said that I was conned. Oh well, I would like to think that I managed to help make some changes in another person's life. But if they're really cheating me then to hell with them! Sigh. I managed to shield myself from all those people asking for charity soon after as I've been living with Robb for so long. I can't afford to keep handing out cash as my own supply is going lower by the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long period of avoiding those things, I broke the protective shield last week and gave in to another guy who was asking me to help buy some cards for charity. Feels good to be helping out again, and hopefully that guy is sincere. Guess it's enough about me, what about you? Do you lend out a helping hand if you're able to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-2542978792639930652?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2542978792639930652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=2542978792639930652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2542978792639930652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2542978792639930652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/hands.html' title='Hands..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-5679424232498044906</id><published>2009-04-18T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:37:15.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center/&gt;Another day, another hour..&lt;br /&gt;Your absence made my day so sour..&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the time to come..&lt;br /&gt;To go home, where our hearts are one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing for your lips on mine..&lt;br /&gt;And your hugs warmly from behind..&lt;br /&gt;Telling me that all will be well..&lt;br /&gt;Shielding me from harm, you shall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when I was free..&lt;br /&gt;Doing anything, just being me..&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can do is to force a smile..&lt;br /&gt;And greet everyone that passes the aisle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my direction I cannot see..&lt;br /&gt;Drifting without oars, letting things be..&lt;br /&gt;A wondering soul searching near and far..&lt;br /&gt;For a sign, a path, a guiding star..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-5679424232498044906?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5679424232498044906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=5679424232498044906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5679424232498044906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5679424232498044906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/feelings.html' title='Feelings..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-2899871489180577831</id><published>2009-04-13T21:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:53:35.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SeNEr6vv34I/AAAAAAAAAxI/vOClLLsJfZA/s1600-h/concierge_desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SeNEr6vv34I/AAAAAAAAAxI/vOClLLsJfZA/s320/concierge_desk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324174705776648066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I usually do during morning shifts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0500 - Alarm rang, closed it and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;0515 - Alarm rang again, fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;0545 - Woke up to realize that I'm late, rushed to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;0610 - Left the house to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;0650 - Reached my workplace, still early. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;0658 - Punched in card and opened up Tower A.&lt;br /&gt;0710 - Greet residents who were leaving for work.&lt;br /&gt;0750 - Resident came to claim his deposit. Not good looking at all.&lt;br /&gt;0820 - Called taxi for a resident who wants to go LCCT.&lt;br /&gt;0830 - Taxi came, got RM 20 commission from him. Not bad!&lt;br /&gt;0900 - Hungry, secretly ate some bread and Panadol to stop my toothache.&lt;br /&gt;0930 - Accountant came to collect redemption tickets.&lt;br /&gt;0940 - Helped her count money, lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;1110 - Accidentally unlocked all doors, oops.&lt;br /&gt;1130 - One Spanish guy came to pay his water charges. &lt;br /&gt;1134 - Autopay for carpark jammed, customer paid at front desk.&lt;br /&gt;1140 - Some guy came to complain about noise pollution. Has a huge bulge.&lt;br /&gt;1200 - Went for my break, played DS and chatted on ebuddy.&lt;br /&gt;1300 - Back to work.&lt;br /&gt;1320 - A pretty young lady came to ask for a job.&lt;br /&gt;1350 - Resident came to collect a parcel.&lt;br /&gt;1430 - Resident called to inform of loss of access card.&lt;br /&gt;1500 - Time to go home, but stuck there due to rain.&lt;br /&gt;1530 - Went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the time frame in between each happenings. I just sat there, opening the door whenever someone comes by using the computer, and stared at blanks with nothing to do. I miss my free time at home, and it always rains whenever my shift ends. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-2899871489180577831?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2899871489180577831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=2899871489180577831&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2899871489180577831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2899871489180577831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/boring-life.html' title='Boring Life..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SeNEr6vv34I/AAAAAAAAAxI/vOClLLsJfZA/s72-c/concierge_desk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-2037685450721310576</id><published>2009-04-07T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:53:48.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SdtLuc-8SlI/AAAAAAAAAxA/1Zt8FLClPfs/s1600-h/DSC06026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SdtLuc-8SlI/AAAAAAAAAxA/1Zt8FLClPfs/s320/DSC06026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321930646094629458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Working life is so boring, I feel sleepy all the time. I miss home and Zuzu so much. Why can't money grow on trees? Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-2037685450721310576?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2037685450721310576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=2037685450721310576&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2037685450721310576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2037685450721310576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='Tired..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SdtLuc-8SlI/AAAAAAAAAxA/1Zt8FLClPfs/s72-c/DSC06026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-880303797109431433</id><published>2009-04-05T11:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:19:56.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Step..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sdg8sqXs6OI/AAAAAAAAAwo/mfnyvyzmg8g/s1600-h/DSC06041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sdg8sqXs6OI/AAAAAAAAAwo/mfnyvyzmg8g/s320/DSC06041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321069697723853026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going to start working tomorrow after "measuring road" for such a long period of time. It's gonna be hard for me to get used to it after being idle for all this time, not to mention that Zuzu is going to be more lonely than usual. Sigh. But still, I need the cash and so I have to take this chance to have my first step into the working life. I just hope that Zuzu will not be angry with me. Maybe I could get him a companion when I have enough to spare. Would need a bigger space though as the house is quite small. Maybe I can move to a nicer place when I earn enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sdg5H2qK7gI/AAAAAAAAAv4/qjr7yp0ivx8/s1600-h/04042009357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sdg5H2qK7gI/AAAAAAAAAv4/qjr7yp0ivx8/s320/04042009357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321065766832500226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Nuffnang Music Bash 2009 was a successful one as I can see that everyone enjoyed themselves a lot, well except for me. The food served was nicer than the few previous events that I have attended, though it's not like I had much of it last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was nice, as most of them were taken from my PC I guess. Not much good looking people around except for one, and his name is Gary. Didn't know what his blog URL was though, just saw him from afar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hopes for one particular prize, the AX belt which I chose with Robb when we were shopping for the prizes. But sadly, I didn't have the chance to even participate in it. Was feeling so down last night. Tried out for the sunglasses, but didn't get it as well as no one noticed that the winner had actually stopped for a slight second and continued to prolong his time. Sore loser I am. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sdg9j3tLXRI/AAAAAAAAAww/6Dp24vnOiBs/s1600-h/05042009359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sdg9j3tLXRI/AAAAAAAAAww/6Dp24vnOiBs/s320/05042009359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321070646196395282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing for sure, I'm very glad that &lt;a href="http://www.cookiedonut.com/"&gt;Jason a.k.a. Cookiedonut&lt;/a&gt; was there with me. He accompanied me to walk around Pavilion before attending the party and gave me his opinion on the sweater/jacket or whatever it is called that i kinda like and was on sales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it was nice as well and it looked good on me, which made me want to buy it more than before, and I eventually did. There goes my wallet. Hope I have enough to buy my working clothes. By the way, any opinions on this purchase? Original price was RM 109, and after discount it was just RM 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sdg94kOdGdI/AAAAAAAAAw4/TtNi6q-m5YU/s1600-h/05042009360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sdg94kOdGdI/AAAAAAAAAw4/TtNi6q-m5YU/s320/05042009360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071001744513490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was kinda lost in KL, so I followed his car and directed him to the party. Oh and he bought me a belated birthday present! Thanks Jason! *Hugz* He got me a t-shirt from Esprit, which is not cheap as the clothes there are very expensive. He told me he wanted to get me that belt that I love so much but they didn't have it at One Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sdg7g0mA3AI/AAAAAAAAAwY/lqySMv3BxMM/s1600-h/AX+belt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sdg7g0mA3AI/AAAAAAAAAwY/lqySMv3BxMM/s320/AX+belt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321068394798177282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was glad that he didn't get the chance to buy it cause the belt would be much more expensive than the t-shirt. RM 269 for a belt is just too much, especially for someone that you just knew for a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't much people when we arrived as Malaysians were known to be late all the time. We registered ourselves and went in to check the place out. I've seen it before as I was there with Robb earlier during the afternoon, so I showed him around. There was a corner where you could record your own MTV, but I think they only have one song but I'm not sure of the title. The other corner was for us to play a game from PS3. We didn't try any of it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of people recognized me, due to Robb's popularity of course, and I only recognized some of them. Some of them dressed up until it took me some time to recognize them even though I knew them. Jason was with me all the time and he even tried to win the AX belt for me from the competition as I didn't get the chance to participate. He had to dance Beyonce's Single Ladies for one minute in front of everyone. He didn't know how to do it but he tried his best to follow the MTV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center/&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x1nixzYHDus&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x1nixzYHDus&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really touched and happy that a friend that I have just known for a short period of time is doing all these things for me. Even though he didn't win the belt, but as soon as he said he was gonna try for it and went up the stage, I was already feeling very thankful and glad to have found such a friend. I'm glad he had fun dancing though, from what he told me. I would be lying though if I said that I wasn't disappointed that night, cause I was. I really wanted the belt a lot and thought I would have the chance to try winning it as I kinda knew how to dance Single Ladies a little. Even so, having Jason around to accompany me made me felt much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not bought clothes for my work as I need to be wearing white shirts and black slacks. I only have one of each and I don't think it is sufficient. I don't even have a belt. Sigh. Guess I'll have to buy whatever I can find in Jusco later and dry up my bank even more. Wonder if I'll survive the month with such low cash. Food donations anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-880303797109431433?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/880303797109431433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=880303797109431433&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/880303797109431433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/880303797109431433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-step.html' title='First Step..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sdg8sqXs6OI/AAAAAAAAAwo/mfnyvyzmg8g/s72-c/DSC06041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-5312656723492761752</id><published>2009-03-31T01:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:31:13.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If one would look at my closet, no one would even suspect that I am gay. The clothes that I have are mostly older than a year, apart from the 3 new shirts that I bought during this year's Chinese New Year. Other than that, everything else is old. Most of the time you could see me wearing the same shirt as there are very few choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I'm having trouble finding a suitable outfit to wear for this Saturday's event. None of them are fabulous. My shirts are all plain and dull, t-shirts are mostly old and unattractive, long sleeves are kiddish and boring, and my pants are worn out and drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I don't have any accessories to go with my clothes. Not that it will help much with the choices of clothing that I have. My hair looks plain, with no style whatsoever. It curls too! Sigh! What kind of celebrity has these sort of problems. Especially a gay one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just realized that I don't even have a belt. My shoe is 3 years old I guess, and that is the only pair of shoes that I have. As for me skin, people might think that I have white, fair skin, but in reality, it is yellow and pale. The only thing good is that I don't look my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella, can you please introduce me to your fairy godmother (it would be better if there's a good looking fairy godfather) and make me look good just for that night? I'm such a sad case for a gay guy that I'm better off being straight. Even my straight housemate is gayer than me in the sense of fashion. (=.=)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-5312656723492761752?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5312656723492761752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=5312656723492761752&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5312656723492761752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5312656723492761752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-2991474252050237366</id><published>2009-03-27T13:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:21:44.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxu8TP75NI/AAAAAAAAAuw/LYop_gWm-i4/s1600-h/12022009211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxu8TP75NI/AAAAAAAAAuw/LYop_gWm-i4/s320/12022009211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317747242256032978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been awhile since Zuzu made an appearance in here. He has grown quite alot since Robb first brought him home. Still as cute as ever, he likes to bite my hands. He never does that to others though, only me, and I let him. It's more of a habit, since he's been nibbling my fingers ever since he was small and continues to do that even though he has sharp teeth now. It never hurts though as he is always just playing around. He might overdo it once awhile and bite a little harder but I'll call his name and he'll understand that it hurts and start to lick my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxu8viUs2I/AAAAAAAAAu4/owwUk3a3248/s1600-h/12022009212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxu8viUs2I/AAAAAAAAAu4/owwUk3a3248/s320/12022009212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317747249849348962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always difficult for me to leave the house, as I would feel that he might be lonely. No one else plays with him except for me and Robb, and Robb is working or busy most of the time. One of my housemate, Justin, is rarely at home these days. He's either out feeding on pussies, or somewhere else doing god knows what. The new housemate, Goh, is always hiding in his room and never bothered to get to know us. I've tried asking him to join us for dinner a few times but he kept declining. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxu8xlEIPI/AAAAAAAAAvA/sibq3gluOMw/s1600-h/12022009217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxu8xlEIPI/AAAAAAAAAvA/sibq3gluOMw/s320/12022009217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317747250397716722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post is about Zuzu, so the hell with everyone else. He always greets us at the door, jumping excitedly whenever we come home. Even if we just went out for a short time, he'll still be happy to see us home. Somehow he could either smell us or recognize our footsteps as he seems to know that it is us coming back. If it were some other people walking by our place, he wouldn't even move. Sometimes when we're going out, he'll also come running to the door and look at us with his cute eyes begging us to bring him out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxu9ZIn6PI/AAAAAAAAAvI/q8N6S_YdoRc/s1600-h/12022009214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxu9ZIn6PI/AAAAAAAAAvI/q8N6S_YdoRc/s320/12022009214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317747261015845106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just so adorable. He has a weird sleeping style though. He tends to sleep on his back just like how most humans sleep. Maybe he got this habit from us. His legs would be wide open at times which makes him look funny yet cute at the same time. I wonder if all dogs are that sensitive. Whenever he's sleeping, and I try to walk to the room or the kitchen, he'll wake up immediately and look at me. He follows me almost everywhere I go, unless if someone else has food to offer him. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxu9X9TOHI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/yZiRfsjH8h0/s1600-h/DSC06026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxu9X9TOHI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/yZiRfsjH8h0/s320/DSC06026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317747260699916402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuzu also loves visitors. He jumps excitedly whenever someone new comes to the house. I guess he just loves attention. Hehe. That's all for now. I love you Zuzu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxves63lUI/AAAAAAAAAvY/bfXWlYzt_Fg/s1600-h/DSC06016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxves63lUI/AAAAAAAAAvY/bfXWlYzt_Fg/s320/DSC06016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317747833262544194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxvew7CVrI/AAAAAAAAAvg/mpCyg1qsggQ/s1600-h/DSC06010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxvew7CVrI/AAAAAAAAAvg/mpCyg1qsggQ/s320/DSC06010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317747834336990898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxve5qdO0I/AAAAAAAAAvo/4ior81QDen8/s1600-h/DSC06001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxve5qdO0I/AAAAAAAAAvo/4ior81QDen8/s320/DSC06001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317747836683369282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-2991474252050237366?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2991474252050237366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=2991474252050237366&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2991474252050237366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2991474252050237366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-love.html' title='My Love..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Scxu8TP75NI/AAAAAAAAAuw/LYop_gWm-i4/s72-c/12022009211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3675352162777636354</id><published>2009-03-24T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:34:24.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m a Musicon Celebrity Thanks to Maxis Broadband..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are lots of people who dreams to become a celebrity one day, especially those who likes attention. This time, Nuffnang is giving us a chance to become any celebrity that we want as they are organizing a party called &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/music-bash-2009/"&gt;Nuffnang Music Bash 2009!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will definitely be lots of bloggers dressing up in fancy clothes, pretending to be their favourite celebrity. It's kinda hard for me to decide who I wanna go as, if I ever got invited. First of all, I don't have any nice clothes. Secondly, I am one who prefers to stay away from the spotlight rather than being in one. So I wonder if this party is suitable for me to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I was asked to write this by someone. If I ever get invited I would most probably be going as a celebrity who is hiding from the media. Cover myself with shades and wear a black jacket while hiding in the corner. LOL. That reminds me of a video that I once saw in YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHmvkRoEowc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHmvkRoEowc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3675352162777636354?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3675352162777636354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3675352162777636354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3675352162777636354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3675352162777636354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-musicon-celebrity-thanks-to-maxis.html' title='I’m a Musicon Celebrity Thanks to Maxis Broadband..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3064583695712699549</id><published>2009-03-24T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:04:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year's birthday was the nicest compared to those previous years. No plans were changed and everything went well. Even though it was simple and I only had one present with no birthday cake, I had a nice time. So nice that I had wine until I was drunk for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very hot day to start with, and I went for a haircut before going out to meet my so called brothers. I just wanted to trim the sides as they were messy and curly. The usual guy who cut my hair in the saloon was no longer working there any more, but I really wanted a trim so I went on ahead anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pavilion after that and watched the movie Race to Witch Mountain. The movie was just average but was so much nicer compared to Dragonball. As there were still time after the movie, we walked around the place while waiting for the rest to finish their work and head to Jogoya for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 9 people altogether, 4 that I didn't know as they were my brother's friends. The food in Jogoya was not up to my expectations. I've been there before for their Hi-tea and it was better than their Dinner. There weren't much choices, and the food tasted plain. Some of them were not nice as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, the company was nice and I drank quite a lot of red wine. Didn't get much of their ice creams though as there was always a long queue. At the end of the night, everyone went back and the few of us went to Coffee Bean for a short yum cha session. I was already feeling very blur at that time and Robb brought me home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept as soon as I went into my room and I think Robb changed my clothes for me. Muacks! Thanks dear for taking care of me. I didn't get to sleep much though as I woke up around 5am feeling uneasy. It felt the same as having carsickness during the time I came back from Cameron Highlands. It was not a nice feeling. Guess that's the last time I'm gonna drink so much. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3064583695712699549?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3064583695712699549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3064583695712699549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3064583695712699549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3064583695712699549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/drunk.html' title='Drunk..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-1707073536486787433</id><published>2009-03-20T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:12:42.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Present..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ScJ8m4JAI7I/AAAAAAAAAug/y7IxPv93tE0/s1600-h/18032009323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ScJ8m4JAI7I/AAAAAAAAAug/y7IxPv93tE0/s320/18032009323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314947517597623218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ScJ8oxQt-VI/AAAAAAAAAuo/5uf11YF61sU/s1600-h/18032009324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ScJ8oxQt-VI/AAAAAAAAAuo/5uf11YF61sU/s320/18032009324.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314947550110677330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ScJ7DKt6RcI/AAAAAAAAAuI/QTbobsQe_Yk/s1600-h/18032009325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ScJ7DKt6RcI/AAAAAAAAAuI/QTbobsQe_Yk/s320/18032009325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314945804597347778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first birthday present this year, and it's from my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ScJ7EIQ_YRI/AAAAAAAAAuY/EKZC2zIjyw8/s1600-h/18032009327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ScJ7EIQ_YRI/AAAAAAAAAuY/EKZC2zIjyw8/s320/18032009327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314945821119045906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ScJ7DUKFL1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/UmYWx0rdP9Y/s1600-h/18032009326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ScJ7DUKFL1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/UmYWx0rdP9Y/s320/18032009326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314945807131422546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dear. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-1707073536486787433?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1707073536486787433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=1707073536486787433&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1707073536486787433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1707073536486787433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-present.html' title='Birthday Present..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/ScJ8m4JAI7I/AAAAAAAAAug/y7IxPv93tE0/s72-c/18032009323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-4325274932449450028</id><published>2009-03-17T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:58:07.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb6D2HSjbjI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AnJIfe3i3xk/s1600-h/Ice+Skating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb6D2HSjbjI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AnJIfe3i3xk/s320/Ice+Skating.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313829576036806194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been a very long time since I've last went ice skating. I think it was during my secondary school years, around Form 3, when the skating ring in Complex Bukit Jambul in Penang was still available. It was only one time and since then I've never been skating. One reason was that it is very expensive, and the one in Penang closed down soon after. As for the one in Sunway, it is quite expensive and well and it is damn far from my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb6D24AfQWI/AAAAAAAAAto/S5ap3pVQQE0/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb6D24AfQWI/AAAAAAAAAto/S5ap3pVQQE0/s320/Ice+Skating+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313829589114372450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Sunway today to go ice skating with my friends as one of them wanted to treat me for my upcoming birthday. It was one of the longest journey I've ever made in KL. It took me almost 2 hours to reach Sunway, which is very tiring. I had to take a bus to Wangsa Maju LRT Station, and then take the LRT to KL Sentral, and switch to KTM all the way to Subang. I would have died from boredom if I didn't have my Nokia 5800 XpressMusic with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb6E8ItOZ3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/CdMa6IODBBs/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb6E8ItOZ3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/CdMa6IODBBs/s320/Ice+Skating+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313830779007952754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were already quite a number of people in the ring even though it was just morning. I wasn't feeling that comfortable with the shoes or whatever it is called as they were very tight and was hurting my feet. Since it has been years since I've last went skating, I was afraid I might fall down and wet my pants (from the ice!). But after taking some time to get used to it, I was ok with it and didn't fall down even though there were few occasions where my friends tried to push me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb6D2OFXI9I/AAAAAAAAAtg/5I5PyKCz9PI/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb6D2OFXI9I/AAAAAAAAAtg/5I5PyKCz9PI/s320/Ice+Skating+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313829577860522962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very nice to be able to go ice skating again and I would love to go there more often if it weren't that far. Anyone wanna come fetch me there? Hehe. On another note, I saw this really good looking guy there and he was kinda good in skating too! Too bad I don't have Robb's balls to approach someone or I would have tried to get to know him. Oh well, there goes my chance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-4325274932449450028?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4325274932449450028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=4325274932449450028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4325274932449450028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4325274932449450028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb6D2HSjbjI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AnJIfe3i3xk/s72-c/Ice+Skating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-5822711852821633394</id><published>2009-03-15T10:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:26:05.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DiGi WLM..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DiGi is introducing a new service, &lt;a href="http://www.digi.com.my/whatshot/promotions/msn/index.do"&gt;DiGi WLM&lt;/a&gt;, for online freaks like me to chat on Windows Live Messenger anytime, anywhere just by using my mobile phone!! I was at &lt;a href="http://www.friendstercoffee.com/blog/"&gt;Friendster Cafe&lt;/a&gt; last night for the event organized by DiGi, where they introduced their new service to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were around 30+ bloggers who attended this event and most of them are professional bloggers. One way you can tell is by looking at their huge tool that they carry everywhere. I'm speaking of their cameras of course. Hehe. Me, myself and I only had the new Nokia 5800 XpressMusic as my camera which doesn't work that well under dim light, hence the lack of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb58b3LOTtI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qXd3gzj2jsM/s1600-h/DSC04210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb58b3LOTtI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qXd3gzj2jsM/s320/DSC04210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313821428453101266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a hassle getting there as Friendster Cafe is located in Damansara Perdana and I'm staying in Setapak with no own transport. We had to take a cab to Wangsa Maju's LRT Station, the train to Kelana Jaya, and then catch a cab again to the venue. Costs us RM 26 for 2 person but I guess it was worth it as there was free food and free flow of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Robb arrived quite early as there were no other bloggers around yet. Soon after, the cafe was filled with bloggers with huge tools, I mean, cameras. Flashes can be seen all over the place as they took pictures of almost everything on sight. I got to know few of the bloggers there such as &lt;a href="http://www.cookiedonut.com/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://louisyap.blogspot.com/"&gt;Louis&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.gapnap.com/"&gt;Clement&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was buffet style and they even had free flow of beer! There was nothing special about the food though. After everyone filled their hungry stomachs, they started to introduce the new service to us. There were few PSPs and other prizes on the table nearby which caught my attention. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jJw9blpzsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jJw9blpzsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed us an advertisement of the new service which was quite interesting. After that, few of the DiGi employees went around the place teaching us how to subscribe for their new service and explaining to us about it at the same time. They even showed us how to use it by letting us try chatting using the phones that they had. It was indeed fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, DiGi users would have unlimited chat services for free as part of a promotion over the next two months. They only need to pay a nominal flat rate of RM 3.00 per month with no additional charges after the free trial period. If you ask me, it is definitely a good offer considering the amount of time I spend on Windows Live Messenger. The only fallback is that my phone is not yet compatible with the service. There are only limited models compatible with this service for now. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb54QAmMo3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/YC_Q-zMF1ss/s1600-h/inlay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb54QAmMo3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/YC_Q-zMF1ss/s320/inlay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313816826777215858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the prizes I mentioned earlier? They were used as prizes for the games and lucky draws later on. I almost won myself a pair of Ray-Ban shades but all I got was a lousy Coca Cola cap. The next number, which was Louis, got the shades. Sigh!!! I didn't bother playing any of the games though as the prices were not attractive enough. There were thumb drives and webcams to be given away but I already have both of them. Those PSPs were for the best blogpost winners, and I'm sure that I'll not be getting it since I'm not good at blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after they finished giving away all the prizes, it was time to go home. There were few bloggers who stayed behind to snap more photos and hang out as the free flow of beer was still available. I helped myself with another few glasses as we had to wait for Carol to fetch us back. I had a nice chat with Jason and got to know him better. It was him who recognized me in the first place. I'm always bad with recognizing names and faces. Even Marcus was the one who approached me in Midvalley last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb58bVcibuI/AAAAAAAAAtI/bBI3xl6coI0/s1600-h/DSC04218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb58bVcibuI/AAAAAAAAAtI/bBI3xl6coI0/s320/DSC04218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313821419398917858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an enjoyable night and I'm definitely looking forward to use Windows Live Messenger on my phone. I wonder when will they make more phones to be compatible with this cool service. Guess I'll just have to wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-5822711852821633394?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5822711852821633394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=5822711852821633394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5822711852821633394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5822711852821633394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/digi-im.html' title='DiGi WLM..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sb58b3LOTtI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qXd3gzj2jsM/s72-c/DSC04210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-560570606104519505</id><published>2009-03-14T02:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:33:29.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally passed my Japanese paper with a B minus, which is more than what I have expected since I'm very lousy in that language. This means that I can no longer use it as an excuse of not looking for a job anymore. Sigh. I've been browsing through JobStreet and JobsDB at the jobs available and applied for some of them but so far none replied. Not a very effective way for someone who needs a job and I'm still doing it at a very slow pace even though my money supply is running very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the washing machine in my house has broken down, again. Sent for someone to look at it few weeks back and he said it would be better to get a new one. The landlord, which is also my uncle, refused to buy a new one for us as he said he already provided one for us. Cheapskate. =.= My friend told me legal action could actually be done even though it's not written in a contract or anything since he did agree on providing us with all those and we rent it for RM 600. Now that the washing machine is broken down, he should get a new one for us or reduce our rent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kinda hard to talk about these things to a relative and even my father can't do anything bout it. Even the fridge that he gave us were old and not working properly as we need to defrost it very often. Before we moved in, I already asked him to install ceiling fans on all rooms and he agreed. But when we were about to move in, I saw that the only place with a ceiling fan is the living room and the rooms are all provided with wall fans. Cheap ones too! We didn't make a fuss about that but cheap things don't last long, and eventually all 3 broke down soon after. After suffering for few weeks only then did he agree to install ceiling fans. Wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had more money I'd move out to a better place. The elevators here break down all the time, it is slow, and sometimes you can even smell pee in it. Not to be racist but the brainless M***y kids here always play with the buttons and press every single floor. My block is 19 stories high, and I'm on the 16th floor. Imagine having to stop at every single floor to reach the ground. Guess I really have to get a job in order to move out of this shithole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days time I'll turn 18 (plus 72 months ^^). I'm planning to have dinner at Jogoya with few of my close friends and maybe catch a movie later on. Will decide on that night as I'm used to last minute plannings. Hehe. By the way, do I look any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sbql7qXgKSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/c5zGd13KTyw/s1600-h/15617507151221l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sbql7qXgKSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/c5zGd13KTyw/s320/15617507151221l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312741154840652066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sbql7pcX5jI/AAAAAAAAAsw/mVmGUBGPUm0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sbql7pcX5jI/AAAAAAAAAsw/mVmGUBGPUm0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312741154592646706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Watched Dragonball Evolution, sucks big time. Don't even bother downloading it. (=.=)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-560570606104519505?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/560570606104519505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=560570606104519505&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/560570606104519505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/560570606104519505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/passed.html' title='Passed..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/Sbql7qXgKSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/c5zGd13KTyw/s72-c/15617507151221l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6627702605246552878</id><published>2009-02-19T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:30:53.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron Highlands 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SatcP-9l8MI/AAAAAAAAAso/g7nMBjsZx4w/s1600-h/09022009153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SatcP-9l8MI/AAAAAAAAAso/g7nMBjsZx4w/s320/09022009153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308438015455391938" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next morning, we went for breakfast at the resort's restaurant. They served Nasi Lemak which tasted ok, but the drinks were terrible. The coffee tasted like condensed milk. After filling our empty stomachs, we went back to our rooms and packed our things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SatcOmc2IUI/AAAAAAAAAsI/fhL_Bm81c-c/s1600-h/09022009111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SatcOmc2IUI/AAAAAAAAAsI/fhL_Bm81c-c/s320/09022009111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308437991695720770" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a nearby dessert shop after checking out from the resort to try their strawberries as they had a big billboard advertisement which looks quite attractive. They had many cakes and other types of desserts to choose from and it really does look nice for those that enjoys strawberries a lot. While the rest of them ordered desserts, I just got myself a small bowl of mushroom soup as I was feeling cold and in need of hot soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SatcOzvXT0I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mXWBfcSP9tE/s1600-h/09022009114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SatcOzvXT0I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mXWBfcSP9tE/s320/09022009114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308437995263053634" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we're done, we headed to the market to buy some vegetables. They things here are really fresh and considered cheap I guess. As the road wasn't that wide, it was quite jammed with so many cars around going to the same destination. We bought quite a lot of stuffs and it was quite hard to arrange it in the car as there were 7 of us. In the end, I got cramped with the most plastic bags under my feet. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SatcPOoyE6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/IF19mRnoP7c/s1600-h/09022009133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SatcPOoyE6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/IF19mRnoP7c/s320/09022009133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308438002483205026" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by few places on the way down such as the Cactus Point, some bee farm (forgotten the name), some strawberry farm (also forgotten the name), and a tea plantation. We were unlucky though as the strawberry farm and the tea plantation were only open on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. It was a Monday when we went. Oh well, we still managed to snap some pictures at the tea plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center/&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4OLlAasuobQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4OLlAasuobQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey down was not as pleasant as the journey up. I started to feel sick and the lack of space in the car wasn't helping much either. I slept all the way till Ipoh where we had our late lunch at one of the famous beansprout chicken rice/koay teow. Didn't had much appetite though as I was carsick. Even my godbro had carsick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SatcPZ1WIgI/AAAAAAAAAsg/pZaaD8Ij1Hc/s1600-h/09022009144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SatcPZ1WIgI/AAAAAAAAAsg/pZaaD8Ij1Hc/s320/09022009144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308438005488689666" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very long journey back to KL. I was feeling very uncomfortable the whole time. My feet was feeling sore as it was very cramped, and to make things worse, there was a terrible jam along MRR2 due to Thaipusam. Sigh. Stuck there for hours until we managed to change to another route back home. Well, it was a nice trip. Just the journey back was bad. That is all for now, I guess. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6627702605246552878?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6627702605246552878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6627702605246552878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6627702605246552878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6627702605246552878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/cameron-highlands-2.html' title='Cameron Highlands 2..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SatcP-9l8MI/AAAAAAAAAso/g7nMBjsZx4w/s72-c/09022009153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7705424399857339753</id><published>2009-02-10T08:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:08:04.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron Highlands..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDr_wTmZ8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/_YmlsZcb2Fs/s1600-h/08022009019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDr_wTmZ8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/_YmlsZcb2Fs/s320/08022009019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300996241946470338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been missing from my blog ever since the last post, mostly due to the fact that I don't have a stable internet connection in Penang. It was very frustrating to keep getting disconnected and having the speed of a snail. Thanks to that though, I had a computer-free Chinese New Year and spent my time with my family instead. Now that I'm back, my eyes are glued to my PC once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDsAJN1uhI/AAAAAAAAAqU/gDphdYmS1P8/s1600-h/08022009028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDsAJN1uhI/AAAAAAAAAqU/gDphdYmS1P8/s320/08022009028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300996248633195026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://www.cameronhighlands.com/"&gt;Cameron Highlands&lt;/a&gt; last Sunday with my godbro and his friends. It has been more than 5 years since I've last went there. I remembered that I had carsick on the way up last time as the road was very windy, so I bought some sour stuff to ease my suffering. Thankfully, the entire journey up was pleasant enough as I was free from carsickness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDsASC98FI/AAAAAAAAAqc/vC3CI6Ltj8Y/s1600-h/08022009042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDsASC98FI/AAAAAAAAAqc/vC3CI6Ltj8Y/s320/08022009042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300996251003514962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by &lt;a href="http://www.waterfallsofmalaysia.com/29kinjang.php"&gt;Lata Kinjang&lt;/a&gt; on the way up. It was really a sight for sore eyes, especially if you have been staying in a city for so long without much nature in sight. The waterfall can be seen from the North-South Highway, but not many people have visited the place as it is not straightforward. I took some pictures and a video clip using the new Nokia 5800 XpressMusic and it was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDsAuMSwXI/AAAAAAAAAqk/3Efn2JSxK7A/s1600-h/08022009054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDsAuMSwXI/AAAAAAAAAqk/3Efn2JSxK7A/s320/08022009054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300996258558820722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Restoran Yau Kee in Kampar for our lunch. My friend said that it was famous for their Curry Chicken Bread. The curry was really thick and spicy, and the bread was fresh as well. We ordered some other dishes as well, some pork, vege and squid. Those extras were not that nice though. It would be better if they improved on all their dishes instead of just focusing on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDsAwJKjUI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tn0u4qdaKnw/s1600-h/08022009075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDsAwJKjUI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tn0u4qdaKnw/s320/08022009075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300996259082571074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our way up to Cameron Highlands after filling our stomachs. We stayed in Country Lodge Resort in Brinchang. We stayed in a 3 bedroom apartment and I shared a room with my godbro. The place was quite decent and comfortable to sleep in. I got a scare before we went into our rooms though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDtgs82sDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/sZAjiOGWDyA/s1600-h/08022009065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDtgs82sDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/sZAjiOGWDyA/s320/08022009065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300997907493072946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a custom for some people to knock on hotel room doors before going in, as it is a way to inform anything that lives in there, such as ghosts, that we're going to be staying in for a couple of days. This way, we won't accidentally disturb them so they won't disturb us either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDtgwd6hCI/AAAAAAAAAq8/J7uit8ljEMg/s1600-h/08022009068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDtgwd6hCI/AAAAAAAAAq8/J7uit8ljEMg/s320/08022009068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300997908437042210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was standing in front, I knocked on the door before opening it. Much to my horror, after I knocked on the door, I heard someone knocking on the door as if it were replying me. I stood there shocked for a moment before turning back to ask if anyone heard that. But as soon as I turn back, I saw my godbro's hand on the door and realized it was him that knocked on the door. Silly me. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDtgwZAV-I/AAAAAAAAArE/Ona561YWuu0/s1600-h/08022009080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDtgwZAV-I/AAAAAAAAArE/Ona561YWuu0/s320/08022009080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300997908416452578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robb always told me that ghosts do not exist, and he will not believe it until he sees it with his own eyes. I rather believe in them rather than having to see it just to believe it. So, ghosts, wherever you are, do not appear in front of me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDthNg8aeI/AAAAAAAAArM/hqFMef70C8I/s1600-h/08022009093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDthNg8aeI/AAAAAAAAArM/hqFMef70C8I/s320/08022009093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300997916234377698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After unpacking, all of us had a short nap as we were exhausted from having to sit in the car for so long. There is a bathroom in every single room, so it was quite convenient for us. The bathroom was acceptable as it was clean. As for the shower, the water wasn't hot enough for me and it takes some time for it to heat up. The girls in the other room had no problems with that though as they said that their water was very warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDthFBlFkI/AAAAAAAAArU/05LosblX4cI/s1600-h/08022009094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDthFBlFkI/AAAAAAAAArU/05LosblX4cI/s320/08022009094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300997913955341890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling refreshed, we went out for a stroll around the area. We could see the pasar malam stalls being set up but there weren't much stalls yet as it was still quite early. We stopped by a temple and the girls went down to pray while me and my godbro camwhored around. I can't read Chinese so I do not know what's the name of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDvPBeWJxI/AAAAAAAAArc/6VCdfaRxWTM/s1600-h/08022009099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDvPBeWJxI/AAAAAAAAArc/6VCdfaRxWTM/s320/08022009099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300999802787866386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sky was getting dark, we headed back to our rooms for awhile before going for our steamboat dinner at the resort's restaurant. The whole place was practically empty except for our table and it felt like we booked the entire restaurant. We had tomyam and chicken soup as there were small children around and they couldn't take spicy food. If it weren't for the cold weather, the steamboat wouldn't taste nice at all. The soup tasted like those tomyam pastes that you can buy from the supermarket. The vegetables were the only nice ones as they were very fresh. Made me miss the steamboat restaurant near my place. Even my godbro agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDvPEXzlpI/AAAAAAAAArk/y8Iwqt3WXrY/s1600-h/08022009085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDvPEXzlpI/AAAAAAAAArk/y8Iwqt3WXrY/s320/08022009085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300999803565741714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we walked out to the pasar malam as it was quite near. There were lots of fresh fruits and vegetables sold there. The main attraction were the strawberries. Almost every single stall there sells the same things. The competition must be hard. Even so, my godbro said that there were less stalls compared to the previous year when he came. I didn't buy anything but my godbro bought 2 boxes of strawberries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDvPua6cTI/AAAAAAAAArs/lmuJPgoHc0M/s1600-h/08022009087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDvPua6cTI/AAAAAAAAArs/lmuJPgoHc0M/s320/08022009087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300999814853062962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked to the town area to get some drinks as there was nothing much to see already. There were so many steamboat restaurants all around town. It was like the only food sold in Cameron Highlands were from steamboat restaurants. Not much of a variety can be seen here. Bought some Heineken and junk food from a grocery store and headed back to the room as there was nothing much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDvPyQJJPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/AZUawab3HbU/s1600-h/08022009090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDvPyQJJPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/AZUawab3HbU/s320/08022009090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300999815881630962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reluctant to bathe when we went back as it was very cold and the water wasn't warm enough for me but still I had to. Sigh. Felt tired after my bath, so I rested awhile while waiting for my godbro to clean himself up as well. After that, we had a good talk between the two of us while drinking Heineken and eating strawberries. It was really relaxing and I enjoyed it alot. We both slept after that as we were quite tired and had nothing else to do. It was nice to sleep when it is cold and tucked underneath the comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDvQMdyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/ePwo7uj5W1k/s1600-h/08022009074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDvQMdyQ8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/ePwo7uj5W1k/s320/08022009074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300999822918173634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-7705424399857339753?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7705424399857339753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7705424399857339753&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7705424399857339753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7705424399857339753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/cameron-highlands.html' title='Cameron Highlands..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SZDr_wTmZ8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/_YmlsZcb2Fs/s72-c/08022009019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6067553904485126318</id><published>2009-01-19T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:16:20.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Hours..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SXPSg6LQNyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/NfconLCsWes/s1600-h/04_2PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SXPSg6LQNyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/NfconLCsWes/s320/04_2PM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292805449904568098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm gonna face that lousy Japanese paper, again, in 5 hours time. I've already read as much as I can, but not enough as there was no one to guide me. Sigh. I hate the feeling before exam. I may look calmed, but my head feels like it is going to explode. I can't sleep well, and woke up to feel as if my body and mind haven't slept at all. I don't wanna fail again. Stupid paper. むずかしいですね！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6067553904485126318?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6067553904485126318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6067553904485126318&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6067553904485126318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6067553904485126318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-hours.html' title='5 Hours..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SXPSg6LQNyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/NfconLCsWes/s72-c/04_2PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6485180066229071178</id><published>2009-01-15T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:21:07.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friend(s)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, I got to know a couple of friends through blogs, or more specifically, through Robb's blog. It is always nice to know new people, especially if they are good looking and not too "lansi". I have been chatting with them through MSN and Skype for the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW8CU9cteTI/AAAAAAAAApY/QGHe6CvpK0E/s1600-h/DSC04532+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW8CU9cteTI/AAAAAAAAApY/QGHe6CvpK0E/s320/DSC04532+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291450646299244850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is &lt;a href="http://shiujiakira.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shiuji&lt;/a&gt;. He's an average looking Ipoh boy who is currently working in Singapore. He understands Japanese which he learnt from watching dramas, and it is nice as I get to practice with him through MSN. He loves to cook and eat, just like me, but he is now trying to improve his own outlook by going on a diet and exercising. Well, I wish him all the best and hope he doesn't do it the wrong way. Do it for yourself and not because other people says your not good enough ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW8CUyKIaSI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xhnz_asnQjM/s1600-h/DSC05654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW8CUyKIaSI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xhnz_asnQjM/s320/DSC05654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291450643268528418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy I got to know is &lt;a href="http://davidbabyboi.blogspot.com/"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt;. He's from Vancouver, few years younger than me, and quite cute if you ask me. I have been on cam chat with him through Skype for the past few days. He likes to listen to us Malaysians speak in English, as he felt that it is special. Like when I said words such as "already", he'll smile and said that it sounds cute. On the other hand, I like the way he speaks. It's not the typical English you hear around Malaysia or Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to have someone to speak to instead of just typing and chatting online. It has been awhile since I've actually spoken to someone new. Although we don't have much in common, we still have things to talk about once awhile. David would be asking me to study when we are chatting, as my exam is next week, or four more days to be exact. I won't feel so bored this way as in a sense, I'm not studying alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW8CVMx9MhI/AAAAAAAAApo/2JXPfcIrYAY/s1600-h/DSC05248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW8CVMx9MhI/AAAAAAAAApo/2JXPfcIrYAY/s320/DSC05248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291450650414887442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with him just now as he fell asleep on his bed. He looked so innocent. LoL. Since I had nothing to do and his webcam is still on, I took a picture of him sleeping, although it's not that clear. He had his picture taken this morning as well by one of his friends as he was sleeping in class. Poor David. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yihq8BIhL9c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yihq8BIhL9c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a link on YouTube before he slept, which I thought was a very cute video clip. What do you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6485180066229071178?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6485180066229071178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6485180066229071178&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6485180066229071178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6485180066229071178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-friends.html' title='New Friend(s)..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW8CU9cteTI/AAAAAAAAApY/QGHe6CvpK0E/s72-c/DSC04532+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-5070215711510441868</id><published>2009-01-14T10:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:52:03.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW1Tdro5jjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Uetdj6OtAq8/s1600-h/DSC05979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW1Tdro5jjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Uetdj6OtAq8/s320/DSC05979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290976906625781298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up early today to have breakfast with Robb at the market downstairs. It has been awhile since we had the Curry Mee there. Although it is one of the nicest that I've tried in KL, I still miss the one in Penang. Oh well, I will be going back to Penang soon for Chinese New Year. Robb had to leave after he finished his food as he was already late for work. Since I had the time, I thought why not buy some food back to cook dinner for my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW1TdymngpI/AAAAAAAAAok/jTTFEMtn6c8/s1600-h/ABCD0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW1TdymngpI/AAAAAAAAAok/jTTFEMtn6c8/s320/ABCD0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290976908495258258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very good cook, as I only know a few simple dishes. Been cooking the same dishes over and over again. Boring huh? I'm trying to cook a soup that we never had before tonight. Hopefully Robb likes the Lotus Root Soup. We never had fish before too, as I don't eat seafood and it is quite troublesome to cook it. Lots of people said that I am stupid for not liking seafood, especially since I am from Penang where there are lots of fresh and tasty seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW1Wq8Np1LI/AAAAAAAAAo8/530utKumog4/s1600-h/DSC059742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW1Wq8Np1LI/AAAAAAAAAo8/530utKumog4/s320/DSC059742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290980432948090034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night during dinner with Robb at the hawker stalls below our house, I noticed something funny on the table. They had those table menu for their drinks on it and I noticed some of their spelling as well as grammar mistakes. Sorry for any in conveince? I wonder what that means. LoL. Robb said it is mostly done by TAR College students, as most of them are bad in English. Even though all our subjects are done in English, they usually speak in Mandarin or Cantonese among each other. We can hardly find any English speaking friends around our area. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW1bRaqIH1I/AAAAAAAAApM/MCXuLXCGXEw/s1600-h/DSC05966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW1bRaqIH1I/AAAAAAAAApM/MCXuLXCGXEw/s320/DSC05966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290985492002119506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be bringing Zuzu back to Penang with me this Chinese New Year. Hopefully he likes it there. I plan to bring him out for walks around the park, give him a ride on my motorbike, and show him off to my small cousins. They would definitely love him. Hence, I brought Zuzu to have a haircut last week. He looks so much neater now than before as his hair was long and messy. I will be going back on the 24th with my uncle, and won't be able to come online that often unless I go to the cyber cafe as I can't be taking my whole PC back home. One thing for sure, I will definitely miss Robb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW1bRBFwIzI/AAAAAAAAApE/G2Ep8JYWcIo/s1600-h/DSC05970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW1bRBFwIzI/AAAAAAAAApE/G2Ep8JYWcIo/s320/DSC05970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290985485138666290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, you will miss us too right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-5070215711510441868?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5070215711510441868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=5070215711510441868&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5070215711510441868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5070215711510441868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/woke-up-early-today-to-have-breakfast.html' title='Just Another Day..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SW1Tdro5jjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Uetdj6OtAq8/s72-c/DSC05979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-1148117264093674263</id><published>2009-01-08T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:26:02.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SWWLKHsi7II/AAAAAAAAAoU/b5xsNSaV7ww/s1600-h/Bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SWWLKHsi7II/AAAAAAAAAoU/b5xsNSaV7ww/s320/Bubbles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288786343397354626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking through my secondary school friend's blogs, as well as other friends' blogs, I feel jealous. Jealous that everyone is moving forward with their lives, getting a good degree, landing on a good job, traveling to places and etc. As for me, I'm a nobody, and has nothing to be proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was considered one of the goody-two-shoes boy who was smart and clever during my younger days. My parents had always had high hopes of me as my grades were considered above average and were better than all my other cousins. I scored in exams without much hard work, didn't give any troubles to my parents, and was enjoying life and taking it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changed since Form 3 started. I started to feel depressed, to feel lonely. Mood swings come and go, and I hardly smile since then. When I walk, my head would be looking down on the floor, just like my mood, instead of looking forward. I had friends, but somehow, my circle of friends keep changing each year. I never belonged anywhere, drifting from one group to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results were still alright, just not as good as before. My parents were worried at a point that my mum came to ask me what was wrong, why do I look so sad all the time. I could not answer. I had mixed feelings, was confused, and cried myself to sleep most of the nights. I could even cry when I listened to sad songs on the radio when driving. Why? Partly due to the fact that I could not accept myself for having feelings towards guys and another part of it, I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years later when I entered college, I started to feel better, as I told my dirty little secret to some of my friends, and they accepted me for who I am. I slowly learned to accept myself as well, and my emotions were not as shaky as before. More people knew later on, some of them were told by me, some of them guessed, and some of them couldn't keep their mouth shut and spread the news themselves. I've heard nasty things behind my back, but I chose to ignore it. I've learned to be invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I've felt that I've never move a step forward from since the age of 15. I feel as if I'm stuck in a bubble, hiding inside it for it's protection. Everything I do, never seemed to go to the next level. Played tennis and was good at it at first, but stopped later on as somehow I seemed to be getting worse in it. Same thing goes for bowling, my average score was 150 to 180, even reached 225 once without any training. But after that everything seems to go down the drain as I can't even reach 100. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the lost boy I am, I didn't know what I want to be when I grow up. So my mum asked me to see the school counselor to seek for his advice on what to study when I entered college. Somehow, I ended up taking accounts. I did ok for the first few semesters as I was good in maths, but at the last few semesters, I just barely got through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I would do better in KL after finishing my diploma, I continued my advanced diploma. I thought I would have no problems living with other people as I was used to sleeping over at my friends' house during secondary school but I was so wrong. Things start to take a turn for the worst between me and my housemates/friends, lost interest in my studies, and did nothing but played all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I made my parents worry. I met Robb after that, and he managed to save me from drowning myself with depression again. I took up another course, and did quite well in it. The subjects were quite interesting but I had problems with the Japanese paper. Soon after, I was to do my internship in a travel agency. It was not what I had expected to be, as nothing was relevant to what I had studied at all. The job was boring and I had some problems in communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, months after my internship had finished, I'm still doing nothing at home, did not manage to get my Diploma in Tourism yet as I still had a Japanese paper to finish. I have no idea what to do, and wandered into the lost path as I did before. People would just ask me to get a part-time job for the mean time, or do something productive for a change. I wanted to, but I cannot overcome my subconscious mind which is keeping me in this bubble for so long. It's as if I had the power to break free from this fragile bubble, but my body feels too weak to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might just think that I'm giving excuses, being lazy and am useless. Maybe that is what I am. That's how I feel, useless. When will I grow up? When will I be free from myself? Until I do, I will always feel like the loser I am. I am a nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-1148117264093674263?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1148117264093674263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=1148117264093674263&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1148117264093674263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/1148117264093674263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SWWLKHsi7II/AAAAAAAAAoU/b5xsNSaV7ww/s72-c/Bubbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-20288811731129146</id><published>2009-01-06T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:37:55.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Moment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most gay boys would dream of being approached by a guy, preferably tall, handsome and rich. It would be even more flattering if they were approached by a guy outside any of the areas which is labeled as a gay pickup point such as in a gay club. Why? Well, would you(gays) approach some other guy if you're not sure if he is gay or not, especially around housing areas? It would take some balls and guts to do so. Either that or you're a total slut. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I for one have not been approached by any guy in real life before. Not even in gay clubs. Although I'm attached to a wonderful guy, it is still quite nice to feel wanted by people whom you don't know once awhile. But most of the time it's just me, myself and I. That changed today, when I got approached by a guy in the lift at the flat that I'm staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even close to any of my fantasies. It all started when I was waiting for the lift below and there were few other people there as well. One foreign guy was looking at me and he smiled to me. Out of courtesy, I smiled back as it was normal for me to return smiles. Once we stepped into the lift, he didn't stop looking at me and I felt very awkward but I just ignored him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, everyone else had already reached their floors and went out, leaving me and the guy alone. My place is quite high up so there were few more floors to go before reaching my destination. The guy then approached me and introduced himself as Aknash, or something like that, and I shook his hand and introduced myself as Gary. LoL. He then said that he has a problem, asked me if I could help him and put his left hand in his pants at the crotch area! Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, the lift reached my floor and I went out quickly, saying I wasn't interested. I guess it was my fault for smiling to another guy in the first place. Sigh. This was not the type of person I had in my mind to be approaching me. After reaching home, a thought came to my mind. What if the guy was some good looking chinese with a nice body? Would I feel the same way or would I go for it? Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-20288811731129146?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/20288811731129146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=20288811731129146&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/20288811731129146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/20288811731129146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/awkward-moment.html' title='Awkward Moment..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-2337278732991131989</id><published>2009-01-05T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:28:14.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob and Patrick..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SWFupMtSqpI/AAAAAAAAAoM/8yvHOneQ6b8/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SWFupMtSqpI/AAAAAAAAAoM/8yvHOneQ6b8/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287629091574557330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry dear, didn't take a picture together with you. But you know that my hair was terrible when we went out that night. In fact, it is always in a mess. Maybe I should straighten it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-2337278732991131989?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2337278732991131989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=2337278732991131989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2337278732991131989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2337278732991131989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/spongebob-and-patrick.html' title='Spongebob and Patrick..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SWFupMtSqpI/AAAAAAAAAoM/8yvHOneQ6b8/s72-c/a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-2208773930574163552</id><published>2009-01-04T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:29:03.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve Under The Sea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SV-kn46KsqI/AAAAAAAAAnk/uvIevWGmBc0/s1600-h/DSC05938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SV-kn46KsqI/AAAAAAAAAnk/uvIevWGmBc0/s320/DSC05938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287125492754461346" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On 31st December 2008, Spongebob and Patrick went out to celebrate New Year's Eve in Bukit Bintang. As Spongebob had lots of time, he went to buy tickets in GSC Pavilion for the movie Beverly Hills Chihuahua, 8.45 pm. After that, he went to read the book that he was following in Times Bookstore, while waiting for Patrick to arrive with his sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SV-koJiTk2I/AAAAAAAAAns/jHodkTCNhUA/s1600-h/DSC05939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SV-koJiTk2I/AAAAAAAAAns/jHodkTCNhUA/s320/DSC05939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287125497217782626" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after they arrived, the three of them went to eat at McDonald's before going to their movie. In the cinema, Spongebob met a person who he once considered a friend. They didn't speak to each other, but just smiled and waved as courtesy. The movie was entertaining and nice, but Spongebob felt that it was only worth watching once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SV-knUsXO2I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ynoh0efEiAI/s1600-h/DSC05931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SV-knUsXO2I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ynoh0efEiAI/s320/DSC05931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287125483032886114" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, they met up with Spongebob's friend who was waiting for them below and headed towards Bukit Bintang. It was already very crowded with people, couples here and there, groups of friends all over. As they got nearer to their destination, it became more dangerous as there were more people spraying those party foams, or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SV-koLe3M3I/AAAAAAAAAn0/6iU_JOEziWE/s1600-h/DSC05955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SV-koLe3M3I/AAAAAAAAAn0/6iU_JOEziWE/s320/DSC05955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287125497740211058" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob could not take much of it, as he was made of sponge. The toxic air could easily seep into his body and poison him, so they tried their best to avoid getting "attacked" so they pushed themselves into crowds. It was suffocating but they managed to push their way through and found a safe spot. Once they secured a spot, they waiting patiently for the countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SV-knu6e8nI/AAAAAAAAAnc/rqxfIAH8z9A/s1600-h/DSC05936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SV-knu6e8nI/AAAAAAAAAnc/rqxfIAH8z9A/s320/DSC05936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287125490071433842" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere became noisier as the time for countdown draws nearer. As it was time, everyone started to countdown loudly, FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!! and started spraying those poisonous liquids again. After that, there was a display of fireworks and everyone looked at it with awe. Spongebob took a video of the fireworks display with his handphone as he wanted to share it with everyone else. After that, they went back to their pineapple home under the sea, all tired but enjoyed their simple evening out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pOQyPMGgVjI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pOQyPMGgVjI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-2208773930574163552?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2208773930574163552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=2208773930574163552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2208773930574163552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2208773930574163552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve-under-sea.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve Under The Sea..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SV-kn46KsqI/AAAAAAAAAnk/uvIevWGmBc0/s72-c/DSC05938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3328402805174330782</id><published>2008-12-21T09:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:11:13.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SU2i6VN4RkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/jOTPrZR1648/s1600-h/DSC04607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SU2i6VN4RkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/jOTPrZR1648/s320/DSC04607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282057060986930754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It hurts.. &lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling this way..&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to this emotion..&lt;br /&gt;I need a road of my own..&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SU2kEiLeIoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/WynPEqehef0/s1600-h/DSC04680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SU2kEiLeIoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/WynPEqehef0/s320/DSC04680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282058335776809602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling comes and goes..&lt;br /&gt;As does my mood swings..&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always doing things..&lt;br /&gt;That my brain tells..&lt;br /&gt;But my heart never follows..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3328402805174330782?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3328402805174330782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3328402805174330782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3328402805174330782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3328402805174330782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/confused.html' title='Confused..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SU2i6VN4RkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/jOTPrZR1648/s72-c/DSC04607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7593383301487401144</id><published>2008-12-16T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:54:39.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know if it is coincidence or what but I just had a dream, few dreams actually, about important people in my life disappearing. In my first dream, I was out with Robb and Zuzu to some place which I can't really remember. It felt very nice to be spending time with both of them, until I got separated with Robb. I tried to find my way to him but somehow the paths were either blocked or heading to other directions. I felt so lost and worried at that time, having only Zuzu at my arms. I then put him down awhile just to look around the area, and when I wanted to pick him up again, he was gone as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying, feeling very confused and sad, having no idea of what was happening. Suddenly, my dream took me back to a place which looks a little like my house. After that, I got a call from my housemate, Justin, who is also a good friend of mine. He called to say that he had already moved out and was never coming back. Tears were flowing down my eyes and I could hear him sobbing as well. I think I tried to ask him to stay but he said he had to move. We went silent for quite some time, hearing nothing but the sound of both our sobs. Then, I woke up from that dream, went to ask him if he was really moving out, and he said yes. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I woke up again to the sound of my handphone ringing, realizing it was another dream. Feeling blue, I answered the unknown number and a girl which sounded like she was from China started speaking to me real fast. I told her I did not understand Mandarin and hung up as I wasn't at a good mood, having all those depressing dreams. I looked around and was glad that everything is back to normal. Justin was just about to head out as well, leaving only me and Zuzu in the house as Robb was working already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I having all these dreams because I'm feeling lonely? Robb is leaving to Singapore tomorrow with his colleagues and won't be back till Sunday. Justin will be going to study in his friend's house most of this week as he is having his exam, and will be heading to Johor this Sunday. Maybe those were the keys to unlocking such depressing dreams in me. I don't know, but I'm already missing Robb. I've been seeing him every single day for so many years, it's hard to be apart even for few days. But I'm glad I'm not alone, having Zuzu to be with me. We'll be waiting for your return, so, enjoy your trip ok? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-7593383301487401144?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7593383301487401144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7593383301487401144&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7593383301487401144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7593383301487401144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-5194623595587100717</id><published>2008-12-05T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:11:22.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>愛不疚..</title><content type='html'>My new addiction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6HE548gQ4fU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6HE548gQ4fU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-5194623595587100717?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5194623595587100717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=5194623595587100717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5194623595587100717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5194623595587100717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='愛不疚..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6381697365822212534</id><published>2008-11-19T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:18:02.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>犬と私のじゅうの約束..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JU46VUPJvw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JU46VUPJvw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ten Promises to My Dog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Give me time to understand what you want of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place your trust in me. It’s crucial to my well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware that however you treat me I’ll never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you scold me for being lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understand your words, I do understand your voice when it’s speaking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember before you hit me, I have teeth that could hurt you, but that I choose not to bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of me when I get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your work, your entertainment and your friends, I have only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go with me on difficult journeys. Everything is easy for me if you are there. Remember I love you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the promises made by Akari to her dog, Socks. What promises will you make to yours? I cried a lot during the entire show as I could imagine how I'd feel in her shoes as I have a dog (Zuzu) as well. Socks was there with her throughout her ups and downs, as Zuzu has been for me throughout the entire year. He's not as obedient as Socks but he has his own charms and cuteness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SSPLfiYwdBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QHcRtAPIDOY/s1600-h/DSC05726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SSPLfiYwdBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QHcRtAPIDOY/s320/DSC05726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270279731620639762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never imagine losing him ever. Zuzu don't leave us ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6381697365822212534?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6381697365822212534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6381697365822212534&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6381697365822212534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6381697365822212534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='犬と私のじゅうの約束..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SSPLfiYwdBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QHcRtAPIDOY/s72-c/DSC05726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6466891895587448907</id><published>2008-11-17T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:02:18.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Privacy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lying on my bed while trying to sleep, I suddenly thought of a reason why I felt that I couldn't write as smoothly as I used to. My blog was once only read by people that I didn't know, or people that weren't related to what I wrote, so I couldn't care less and threw in all my feelings. There wasn't any proper network to link bloggers together as well, since Nuffnang wasn't around during the time I started to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Nuffnang is here, it seems that everyone knows everyone. People start to blog hop more often to read up interesting stories or to promote their own site. Links being exchanged from one person to another, a circle of network connections seemed to be formed. My blog is not left out either, as people tend to drop by once awhile, mostly thanks to my dearest Robb as his blog is quite popular and read by many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes by, I got to know some of them as well, and as usual links were being exchanged and saved into each others' blog. As most of them know us (me and Robb), it somehow made me feel differently towards my so called online diary. It is no longer as personal as it was. Although I still blog about my personal life, there are still some things that I don't feel comfortable writing into my blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the blog community keeps on growing, it seems that blogs have less and less privacy, unless the owner cuts himself off from any relationship with other bloggers and remain anonymous. Either that, or just put a password to only allow certain people to view it and filter out the rest. But for a person to be blogging, there will surely be a part of him or her that wants someone to read what they wrote, so if it were password protected, it wouldn't do them any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to change their style of writing as well, especially when they feel that they don't have enough traffic in their blog. I've seen a few, that changed from writing about their lives, to writing to entertain his/her readers. Did my style of writing changed as well? I wouldn't know. I just feel that it's no longer the same as it was before. Oh well, just feel like ranting as I've nothing to do and I can't sleep. Have to find something else to do now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6466891895587448907?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6466891895587448907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6466891895587448907&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6466891895587448907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6466891895587448907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/privacy.html' title='Privacy..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3490394536340659620</id><published>2008-11-15T14:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:24:46.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italiannies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5xnBtj5AI/AAAAAAAAAes/ImQeYQ4YZNw/s1600-h/DSC05824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5xnBtj5AI/AAAAAAAAAes/ImQeYQ4YZNw/s320/DSC05824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268773529358427138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Robb took me to Italiannies last week as a friend of ours was invited over to try out their new dishes. I've always loved the pasta there so I was kinda glad that I get to eat for free too. Who wouldn't like free food anyway. I loved most of the dishes, not all as I'm not a fan of seafood. Robb loved the shrimps though. I'll just let the pictures do the work. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5xnUFAvoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6qV7SwqcAf8/s1600-h/DSC05827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5xnUFAvoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6qV7SwqcAf8/s320/DSC05827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268773534288625282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quattro Platter - A combination of deep-fried risotto balls, calamari, stuffed mushrooms and zuchinni fritte, complete with marinara sauce and alfredo dressing for dipping. (Loved the risotto balls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5xqpz-RnI/AAAAAAAAAe8/b5Q9HBMxSgI/s1600-h/DSC05828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5xqpz-RnI/AAAAAAAAAe8/b5Q9HBMxSgI/s320/DSC05828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268773591662347890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Californian Shrimp Salad - Seasoned grilled shrimp, mangoes, oranges, tomatoes and cream cheese with baby spinach and romaine lettuce, tossed with orange vinaigrette dressing. (Didn't touch much of this, seafood &gt;&lt;")  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5xqo0pr8I/AAAAAAAAAfE/iDYXYQlfv4s/s1600-h/DSC05831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5xqo0pr8I/AAAAAAAAAfE/iDYXYQlfv4s/s320/DSC05831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268773591396757442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italiannies Lamb Shank - Braised lamb shank with a medley of herbs, red peppers and tomatoes. Served with garlic mashed potatoes and brown sauce. (Very tender! Hot item of the night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5yBFVYS6I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Zw-j0dIAO1w/s1600-h/DSC05835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5yBFVYS6I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Zw-j0dIAO1w/s320/DSC05835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268773977007344546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicilian Pizza - This inch-thick pizza is stuffed with anchovies, black olives, mozzarella cheese and topped with sauteed onions and Pomodoro sauce. (Didn't really like anchovies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5xq47IkgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qLEgPtl9ZCE/s1600-h/DSC05832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5xq47IkgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qLEgPtl9ZCE/s320/DSC05832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268773595718914562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise - Salmon &amp; Lemon Aioli, Fussili Pesto and Mushrooms (love this), Chicken Coronation, Chicken &amp; Mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWBLSkM/SR5yBQRTaDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/fvNwnRPLrMs/s1600-h/DSC05836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5yBQRTaDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/fvNwnRPLrMs/s320/DSC05836.JPG" alt="" id="OGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268773979943036978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Clockwise - Fussili Pesto &amp; Mushrooms, Chili Shrimp, Angel Hair Pomodoro, Clams &amp; Beef Bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5yBc2MnuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ipX6Tz_fThI/s1600-h/DSC05837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5yBc2MnuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ipX6Tz_fThI/s320/DSC05837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268773983319006946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY Strawberry Cheesecake - New York-style cheesecake served on a bed of strawberry sauce. (Nice!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5yB9d6JMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/f8eU2IFX8ss/s1600-h/DSC05839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5yB9d6JMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/f8eU2IFX8ss/s320/DSC05839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268773992075502786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italiannies Chocolate &amp;amp; Hazelnut Cake - Rich, moist chocolate cake with hazelnut. (Although I love chocolate cakes, I find it too thick with chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take pictures of some of the pasta served as I was already too busy eating them. Hehe. They also served Classic Carbonara, Shrimp Linguine, and Chicken Lasagna which I love a lot. At the end of the day, all of us were too stuffed and didn't manage to finish up some of the food and had to bring it home. Wouldn't be nice to waste such good food, especially if it was served free. Thanks Italiannies~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3490394536340659620?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3490394536340659620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3490394536340659620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3490394536340659620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3490394536340659620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/italiannies.html' title='Italiannies..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SR5xnBtj5AI/AAAAAAAAAes/ImQeYQ4YZNw/s72-c/DSC05824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7033116279389658270</id><published>2008-11-07T11:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:54:55.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SRO4XnKmu2I/AAAAAAAAAeE/K160Eioq3bc/s1600-h/DSC05796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SRO4XnKmu2I/AAAAAAAAAeE/K160Eioq3bc/s320/DSC05796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265755105116207970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Not being a typical blogger, I had less fun than the rest of the attendees during the Silent Halloween. Nevertheless, I'm glad that it turned out to be a great party as lots of other bloggers, maybe all of them, enjoyed what Robb had done throughout the entire night. People were snapping pictures here and there, exchanging blog links, participating in games, yada yada yada. As for me, I spent my time mostly around Justin and Leo. There were no alcohol, and the music wasn't really my type. The food was just ok as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SRO4XhzCKDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/beri0b83ZUk/s1600-h/DSC05807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SRO4XhzCKDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/beri0b83ZUk/s320/DSC05807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265755103675164722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we went to watch Madagascar 2 last Tuesday. I can't really remember much on the first Madagascar as it was quite long ago but somehow I felt like it was better than the second part. The penguins were great as usual with all their tricks. After the movie, we went down to catch a cab but those taxi drivers were all money suckers. They wanted RM25 - RM 30 just to go back to Genting Klang which was not very far. We had the money, but didn't want to waste on such people so we sat a bus back to KL and switched to another taxi there. At the end of the day, we just spent RM 13 to reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SRO4YEhBWCI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nk0x71NCJwA/s1600-h/DSC05818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SRO4YEhBWCI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nk0x71NCJwA/s320/DSC05818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265755112994854946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin has been pushing me to go to gym with him lately. The gym is just nearby our house, right above the cyber cafe that I usually visit with Robb. The equipments there are a lot better than the ones in TAR College, but of course not as good as the ones in Fitness First. If I had the money I would prefer to go to Fitness First with Robb. Oh well, at least the one I'm going to now is near. I'm really glad that Justin is pushing me to work out as I'm a very lazy person and my body is not exactly a sight for sore eyes. Hopefully I can see some changes in no time as I don't know how long till my laziness catch up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SRO4YNTXayI/AAAAAAAAAec/RA2RFX3bX_w/s1600-h/DSC05816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SRO4YNTXayI/AAAAAAAAAec/RA2RFX3bX_w/s320/DSC05816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265755115353500450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine from Penang would be in KL soon and I'd have the chance to catch up with him on all the things we missed. It would be nice as it has been some time since I've seen any of my high school friends. The last we met was during the last Chinese New Year. It has also been a long time since I have been back to Penang. I must admit that I kinda miss it a little but my life is now in KL with Robb and our son ZuZu. Speaking bout ZuZu, he has been very clingy to me as I have been spending lots of time with him at home. He follows me around the house and even waits for me outside the bathroom when I'm bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SRO5wD-G2MI/AAAAAAAAAek/qI8s-qPqBUQ/s1600-h/DSC05731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SRO5wD-G2MI/AAAAAAAAAek/qI8s-qPqBUQ/s320/DSC05731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265756624676903106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute, I can never get enough of him. Don't you think he's cute? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-7033116279389658270?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7033116279389658270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7033116279389658270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7033116279389658270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7033116279389658270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-being-typical-blogger-i-had-less.html' title='Boo!!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SRO4XnKmu2I/AAAAAAAAAeE/K160Eioq3bc/s72-c/DSC05796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7690740808530276167</id><published>2008-10-20T19:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:19:59.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going Silent This Halloween With Nokia XpressMusic..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SPxmdyTYZlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6EDm6PFLBOg/s1600-h/2928614209_b4e48507ab_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SPxmdyTYZlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6EDm6PFLBOg/s320/2928614209_b4e48507ab_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259191126767199826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robb has been asking me to write this for so many times as he wanted me to attend this event. I'm not exactly a people person, so I've been having second thoughts on going. After lots of persuasion, I finally gave in and decided to attend this Halloween party, that is if I'm selected. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SPyN6PD1WHI/AAAAAAAAAds/aAcI-p6CQjg/s1600-h/3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SPyN6PD1WHI/AAAAAAAAAds/aAcI-p6CQjg/s320/3e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259234496476436594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons why I had second thoughts of going is also due to having no suitable costume. Maybe I should just print out the picture above and stick it on my face. Hehe. Well now I have to think of what to wear. I wonder if anyone would go there just wearing normal clothes instead of spooky costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SPyN6tx9ySI/AAAAAAAAAd0/U75M4fWZQrg/s1600-h/4e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SPyN6tx9ySI/AAAAAAAAAd0/U75M4fWZQrg/s320/4e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259234504722991394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was written in Nuffnang's blog that we were asked to bring a headphone to the party. Having searched high and low, I managed to dig up one of my old headphones. It was kinda big and didn't work that well. One of the wires must be loose. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SPyN64-93zI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RuyyAFKiB1M/s1600-h/11e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SPyN64-93zI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RuyyAFKiB1M/s320/11e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259234507730313010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just close my ears with my hands like this and pretend that they were headphones. No one would notice right? I'll just say it's a newly developed, highly sophisticated model from Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SPyN6NoBNFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/bQvOOp6QmfA/s1600-h/1e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SPyN6NoBNFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/bQvOOp6QmfA/s320/1e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259234496091337810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no matter what I'm wearing, or going with or without a headphone, I'll be silent for now. Let's just enjoy the party and see how things goes, that is if I'm selected. :P Cya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-7690740808530276167?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7690740808530276167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7690740808530276167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7690740808530276167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7690740808530276167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-going-silent-this-halloween-with.html' title='I&apos;m Going Silent This Halloween With Nokia XpressMusic..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SPxmdyTYZlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6EDm6PFLBOg/s72-c/2928614209_b4e48507ab_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-8385849648282873698</id><published>2008-09-20T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:24:57.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SNUHo1a_nLI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FVtxRJ_jWMQ/s1600-h/367902728_4839722bd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SNUHo1a_nLI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FVtxRJ_jWMQ/s320/367902728_4839722bd6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248109338886642866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I'm beginning to get sick of that word. Why is everyone saying that to me? Am I that prone to people doing something wrong towards me thus them saying sorry? Or is it that they are all giving in to me even though I'm at the wrong instead of arguing with me? I don't know. I've been getting lots, and I mean LOTS of it, and it made the word "Sorry" not so meaningful anymore. I hate that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-8385849648282873698?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8385849648282873698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=8385849648282873698&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8385849648282873698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8385849648282873698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry.html' title='Sorry..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SNUHo1a_nLI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FVtxRJ_jWMQ/s72-c/367902728_4839722bd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-9039492875889140166</id><published>2008-09-11T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:48:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Alone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I met &lt;a href="http://tanengsoonmarcus.blogspot.com"&gt;Marcus&lt;/a&gt; for the 2nd time yesterday. As I was sick of eating instant noodles for lunch every single day, I sent him a text message and asked him out. Lucky for me he was free and came by to take me out for lunch. We went to the Jusco in Wangsa Maju as it was nearby our place and had our meal in Johnny's Steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of our conversations, we discussed about the issue of eating alone. He was asking me to reduce my instant noodles intake and go out to have my lunch as there were lots of hawker stalls right below the place which I'm staying. What he said was true, as there were lots of choices of food all around the area for me to choose from. But the problem for me was that I don't like to eat alone outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Robb or my housemates are not around and I'm feeling hungry, I would just make myself something to eat at home, which would most probably be instant noodles. I would then sit in front of my computer, chatting away in MSN or in my online game while having my meal. This way, I'm not actually eating by myself as I am accompanied by people through the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my entire 20 years of living in Penang, I hardly ever eat alone as well. It would either be with my friends or family, and I rather skip a meal if there wasn't anyone around. The only time I would eat alone is when I crave for something very much and didn't bother if there were people accompanying me or not. So far that never happened in KL. Maybe the food here ain't that addictive to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that, &lt;a href="http://tanengsoonmarcus.blogspot.com"&gt;Marcus&lt;/a&gt; told me that he was quite the opposite from me. He LOVES eating alone, which is something that I would never say. Well, everyone is different. I enjoyed myself though, hanging out with him instead of facing my computer for the entire day. Let's go out more often when you're free. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-9039492875889140166?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9039492875889140166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=9039492875889140166&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/9039492875889140166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/9039492875889140166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/09/eating-alone.html' title='Eating Alone..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6349872152300454088</id><published>2008-09-04T05:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:57:56.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock..</title><content type='html'>Tick tock tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;3am.. I'm still awake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;4am.. I still can't sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;5am.. Bah, I'll just wait till Robb wakes up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 6am.. I'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night ghost,&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6349872152300454088?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6349872152300454088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6349872152300454088&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6349872152300454088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6349872152300454088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/09/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6800627536715778087</id><published>2008-08-28T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:23:56.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Stand Under My Umbrella..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLaz9ZPC_yI/AAAAAAAAAcM/84hUjJ3bU44/s1600-h/DSC05676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLaz9ZPC_yI/AAAAAAAAAcM/84hUjJ3bU44/s320/DSC05676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239573083819540258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;What do you like to do during rainy days? Stay at home, cuddle with your loved one under the blankets while having a hot cup of hot cocoa? Or go out and play under the rain like a small kid? XD Whatever it is, I just love rainy days. Why? Cuz I get to use it as an excuse to go eat steamboat!! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLaz9p2Zd7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/VYiv9zBUI7w/s1600-h/DSC05667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLaz9p2Zd7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/VYiv9zBUI7w/s320/DSC05667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239573088279558066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this steamboat restaurant nearby my place called Home Town Steamboat which I love. It is not the buffet kinda steamboat and you only get what you ordered, which is the only bad side as I cannot eat as much as I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLa0Ti7RdCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/dUZdoyDZkdc/s1600-h/DSC05665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLa0Ti7RdCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/dUZdoyDZkdc/s320/DSC05665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239573464378078242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've only tried the Tomyam soup as well as the plain soup. I've seen quite a number of people ordering their broth but I've never tried it cause Robb doesn't want to. Maybe I'll get someone else to go there with me someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLa0TsoK_VI/AAAAAAAAAck/LacTY62mIlw/s1600-h/DSC05670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLa0TsoK_VI/AAAAAAAAAck/LacTY62mIlw/s320/DSC05670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239573466982317394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was raining cats and dogs yesterday, I asked Robb and my housemate Justin to have dinner in that steamboat restaurant and they agreed as it was a cold day. We would usually bring ZuZu along but since it was raining, he had to be left at home. Sorry sonny boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLa0TwkWmRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9nnqlVqwJS4/s1600-h/DSC05672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLa0TwkWmRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9nnqlVqwJS4/s320/DSC05672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239573468040042770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good as usual. Although there were lots of things that I don't eat, but there was still enough food for me to fill my big tummy until it was bloated. After we finish eating, the rain was still pouring. Being the greedy pig, I can't help buying the chicken wings which were sold right outside the restaurant, which is my favorite as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLa0r0otiRI/AAAAAAAAAc0/j31nIBLASqI/s1600-h/DSC05675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLa0r0otiRI/AAAAAAAAAc0/j31nIBLASqI/s320/DSC05675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239573881448925458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely was a pleasurable night, for my tummy. Hehe. Looks like I've got to control my eating before I gain too much weight. But can't blame me, I tend to get hungry easily during cold weathers. Blame the rain. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLa0sG593MI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Gd8qUa3ViGY/s1600-h/DSC05664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLa0sG593MI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Gd8qUa3ViGY/s320/DSC05664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239573886353136834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6800627536715778087?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6800627536715778087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6800627536715778087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6800627536715778087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6800627536715778087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella.html' title='You Can Stand Under My Umbrella..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLaz9ZPC_yI/AAAAAAAAAcM/84hUjJ3bU44/s72-c/DSC05676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-8035766578377991589</id><published>2008-08-26T17:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:46:20.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;There was a warehouse sales by L'Oreal last Saturday. For the first time after so many months, I was actually working. Although it was only as a part-timer for two days, it's better than nothing right? I was not alone though as Justin was there with me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPd6kCHTsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tCC7PI8wXmU/s1600-h/DSC05628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPd6kCHTsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tCC7PI8wXmU/s320/DSC05628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238774789736713922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were lots of branded beauty products and fragrances on sale and the prices were unbelievable. The sale officially opens at 10.00am, but there were already people lining up to go in around 9.00am! We had to be there early and we were even provided with breakfast. They served Nasi Lemak, which was just ok for me, nothing too great but not too shabby as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPd6ldpUAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/0kYJ56Hy_cg/s1600-h/DSC05627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPd6ldpUAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/0kYJ56Hy_cg/s320/DSC05627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238774790120624130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went to look for the person in charge and she told us what to do. I was to be in charge of the exit door and check every single person whether they have a receipt on their purchases or not. Not a very interesting job but it was very easy, just stand around for the day and earn RM100. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPeSBQPxZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WgWVqBT1jHg/s1600-h/DSC05629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPeSBQPxZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WgWVqBT1jHg/s320/DSC05629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238775192717608338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that came were unbelievable. Even after they let a big group of people in, there were still lots of them waiting outside. But that was until lunch time only, as the number of customers reduced over time. I had my lunch around 2.00pm, which was served by the hotel as well. This time, the food was better as it had one of my favorite food, lasagna!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPdl_KbPOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/u61U_pHZ3zI/s1600-h/DSC05631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPdl_KbPOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/u61U_pHZ3zI/s320/DSC05631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238774436242078946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to be said on the sales, except for the products sold were really very cheap. Girls would definitely shop till they drop. There were two aunties who were talking to each other when we checked for their receipts, and they were asking each other on how much they bought. One of them casually said something like,"Oh not that much, just RM4,000++. It's really cheap!". Me and another friend were looking at each other with an expression such as this (=_=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPeSPPm_GI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XcSJVT9FWKo/s1600-h/DSC05632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPeSPPm_GI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XcSJVT9FWKo/s320/DSC05632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238775196473031778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know quite a few people through this job, and there were some familiar faces there as well. I forgot to exchange numbers with them though. As for the customers, most of them are females, but there were some gays there as well. There were even some which I wasn't sure at first whether he/she is a male or female. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPe2ubZgDI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RKEOmChH9ig/s1600-h/DSC05650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPe2ubZgDI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RKEOmChH9ig/s320/DSC05650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238775823319269426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of they day, Robb came to look for me and we had dinner with some of our friends. I got my salary before we left, and spent it immediately on my handphone charger as I needed a new one. Was pretty tired although I did nothing much. ZuZu was so happy when I reached home. He must had missed me a lot as I would usually be at home with him for the whole day. And yea, I miss him too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPdlv2BjtI/AAAAAAAAAbU/LLE9N84Lnhk/s1600-h/DSC05625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPdlv2BjtI/AAAAAAAAAbU/LLE9N84Lnhk/s320/DSC05625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238774432129978066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-8035766578377991589?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8035766578377991589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=8035766578377991589&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8035766578377991589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8035766578377991589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SLPd6kCHTsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tCC7PI8wXmU/s72-c/DSC05628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-4764499537856379761</id><published>2008-08-13T14:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:22:18.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Computer Game.. For Now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLd9jUKSCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Ce7_xP_r6dU/s1600-h/2008-08-13+14-51-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLd9jUKSCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Ce7_xP_r6dU/s320/2008-08-13+14-51-32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233989766479497250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I've been playing &lt;a href="http://www.perfectworld.com.my/"&gt;Perfect World&lt;/a&gt; for quite some time. It is a MMORPG, set in the world where three major tribes, Human, Winged Elves, and Werebeasts coexist. It is a world of magic and fantasy featuring the Chinese creation myth as its backdrop and leveraging on a rich and diverse oriental setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLd9gUgK-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kJxXpIS8YjY/s1600-h/2008-08-10+10-36-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLd9gUgK-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kJxXpIS8YjY/s320/2008-08-10+10-36-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233989765675625442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLd93xY2lI/AAAAAAAAAaE/pCHXZ9bMe-4/s1600-h/2008-08-13+12-27-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLd93xY2lI/AAAAAAAAAaE/pCHXZ9bMe-4/s320/2008-08-13+12-27-28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233989771970796114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect World centers on flight, and has many floating structures and areas. The game shifts from night to day and sunny to rainy season on a regular cycle, changing the view of each area with time for realism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLd-NZnXAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wJ0MRQ8n9Wc/s1600-h/2008-08-13+12-26-57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLd-NZnXAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wJ0MRQ8n9Wc/s320/2008-08-13+12-26-57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233989777776663554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLd-FYQ8NI/AAAAAAAAAaU/gqF4i36RAWE/s1600-h/2008-08-08+16-03-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLd-FYQ8NI/AAAAAAAAAaU/gqF4i36RAWE/s320/2008-08-08+16-03-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233989775623516370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely a fun game to play as the graphics are simply magnificent. I've got to know quite a number of friends as well from all around the world, from Australia to Poland, and even Canada! Most of the players are from Malaysia though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLewfTNWbI/AAAAAAAAAac/6vg4DHhRgZQ/s1600-h/2008-07-04+21-45-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLewfTNWbI/AAAAAAAAAac/6vg4DHhRgZQ/s320/2008-07-04+21-45-36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233990641575090610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLewlTGWTI/AAAAAAAAAak/FwLXCO6tb8o/s1600-h/2008-08-11+18-31-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLewlTGWTI/AAAAAAAAAak/FwLXCO6tb8o/s320/2008-08-11+18-31-04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233990643185244466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been playing for quite awhile, I've got a group of friends who I play with together. From hunting weapons and killing bosses, we stick with each other as we each have at least one character from each of the three races. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLewxRhOyI/AAAAAAAAAas/JhXZggTPFOg/s1600-h/2008-08-12+23-45-52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLewxRhOyI/AAAAAAAAAas/JhXZggTPFOg/s320/2008-08-12+23-45-52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233990646399843106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLexPtHT1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/YlYcaqcaYyU/s1600-h/2008-08-12+23-10-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLexPtHT1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/YlYcaqcaYyU/s320/2008-08-12+23-10-40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233990654568648530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut things short, I've been playing this game so much that Robb feels that I'm addicted to it and has been spending too much time in it. Maybe I am. Everday when I wake up, I go to my PC and log into the game. When Robb comes back, I'm still in the game. Maybe I should reduce staring at my computer for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLfpKsHLMI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Z4Qy_uc-qTs/s1600-h/2008-08-08+16-27-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLfpKsHLMI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Z4Qy_uc-qTs/s320/2008-08-08+16-27-43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233991615294942402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLfpLBLxCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/e4ydSbB3x6I/s1600-h/2008-08-08+16-30-47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLfpLBLxCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/e4ydSbB3x6I/s320/2008-08-08+16-30-47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233991615383323682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever it is, I still love playing Perfect World. In there, I can fly, swim, run, sit on riding pets, and do anything that I'm not able to do in the real world. How nice if I really have those crystal wings to fly in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLexO6A-UI/AAAAAAAAAa8/UY4m03VADYI/s1600-h/2008-01-17+01-14-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLexO6A-UI/AAAAAAAAAa8/UY4m03VADYI/s320/2008-01-17+01-14-48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233990654354323778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-4764499537856379761?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4764499537856379761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=4764499537856379761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4764499537856379761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4764499537856379761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favourite-computer-game-for-now.html' title='My Favourite Computer Game.. For Now..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SKLd9jUKSCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Ce7_xP_r6dU/s72-c/2008-08-13+14-51-32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-9072732754027992852</id><published>2008-08-08T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T02:16:42.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Robb..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Dear, I'm not sure if I've posted this song before or not. I just want you to know that no matter what changes in life that you're going through or whatever hardship that falls on you, I'll be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrRVTV8MarA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrRVTV8MarA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my love, my life, my everything! Don't ever feel that you're alone, I'm facing everything with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJs6tAgfQ0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/fEGXA4tmsaE/s1600-h/DSC05565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJs6tAgfQ0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/fEGXA4tmsaE/s320/DSC05565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231839937025753922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZuZu will always love us as well, as much as we love him. The three of us will always be together. So be strong for yourself, for me, for ZuZu, for us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJs6tC-nxKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IVS1PCSzrYk/s1600-h/P23-03-08_12.05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJs6tC-nxKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IVS1PCSzrYk/s320/P23-03-08_12.05.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231839937689011362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJs6tHdMGKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cVykWH6pmC0/s1600-h/P23-03-08_12.05%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJs6tHdMGKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cVykWH6pmC0/s320/P23-03-08_12.05%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231839938890963106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-9072732754027992852?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9072732754027992852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=9072732754027992852&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/9072732754027992852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/9072732754027992852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-robb.html' title='For Robb..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJs6tAgfQ0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/fEGXA4tmsaE/s72-c/DSC05565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3578335854042449560</id><published>2008-08-06T11:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:35:48.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Sibling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJklD7H7xnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/eFmBk9Q2tm0/s1600-h/18_kyliekwong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJklD7H7xnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/eFmBk9Q2tm0/s320/18_kyliekwong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231253191508346482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;While I was resting in my hotel room during my trip to Sabah, I came across a very interesting show in Astro, &lt;a href="http://www.lifestylefood.com.au/shows/show.asp?id=408"&gt;Kylie Kwong My China&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Join chef and restaurateur Kylie Kwong on a personal and inspirational odyssey as she returns to the land of her ancestors. Kylie confronts the vast contrasts of China as she journeys to ten cities and provinces, from bustling mega-metropolises of Hong Kong and Beijing to the forgotten dirt villages of Guangdong. Beginning with her ancestral village in Toishan, Kylie ventures further to touch each compass point of China, engaging with local communities, buying ingredients from the market, learning regional cooking skills and preparing family meals. Along the way, she meets and cooks with an array of locals and samples a range of wonderful regional meals and tastes from the haute cuisine of glamorous Shanghai restaurants to simple bowls of noodles and pickles at the wooden stalls of Lhasa, and the altogether different and intense spicy heat of traditional Sichuan dishes. Kylie brings her own unique flair for fusing the traditional with the modern by combining some of her favourite creations with whatever ingredients are available. From cooking with fisherman to colourful encounters with flamboyant street vendors Kylie conjures up her very own culinary travelogue spiced with adventure.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that caught my eye was Kylie Kwong herself, and not the content of the show. Now guys, if you look at her picture carefully, does she resembles someone important in Nuffnang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Then look at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJkmyleBqfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/nyNaezDB68A/s1600-h/timothy_tiah_ewe_tiam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJkmyleBqfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/nyNaezDB68A/s320/timothy_tiah_ewe_tiam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231255092660906482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Timothy Tiah, one of the co-founders of &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt;. For a 23 year old, he has achieved a lot in bringing up Nuffnang into becoming Asia's first and leading blog advertising community. He was even nominated for Asia's Young Entrepreneur Award in Business Week. But what has that got to do with Kylie Kwong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't see any resemblance? What if I put two of them together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJkmyym8xpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/HH-5dpRN9lM/s1600-h/edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJkmyym8xpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/HH-5dpRN9lM/s320/edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231255096187995794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but to me, they're simply identical. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3578335854042449560?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3578335854042449560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3578335854042449560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3578335854042449560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3578335854042449560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-lost-sibling.html' title='Long Lost Sibling?'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJklD7H7xnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/eFmBk9Q2tm0/s72-c/18_kyliekwong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-4756073148444724927</id><published>2008-08-06T03:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T04:39:28.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah Trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi3PaCIL_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/b8JHNFY82H0/s1600-h/DSC03907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi3PaCIL_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/b8JHNFY82H0/s320/DSC03907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231132442504998898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;As mentioned before, I flew to Sabah with Robb to attend the Sabahan Bloggers Gathering. As our flight's departure time was at 9.30am, we had to reach LCCT by 7.00am just to be safe. Since we don't have our own transportation, we had to rely on a buddy of mine to drop us at KL Sentral by 6.00am. That being said, we did not have any time to sleep as my buddy was watching a midnight movie and only came to fetch us to his place around 3.00am as his house was nearer to KL Sentral. Sorry for bothering you Benny~!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi3P0Ef4gI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VM2h3YjEMes/s1600-h/P020808_07.59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi3P0Ef4gI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VM2h3YjEMes/s320/P020808_07.59.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231132449494262274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being deprived of sleep, I was looking forward to sleeping in the plane as the journey would take around 2 hours and 30 minutes. Waiting to get boarded to the plane was boring as we practically had nothing to do but just sit and wait. Much to my relief, the plane arrived in time and we were the first few to get in line, thus we were able to choose our seats. When I stepped into the plane, I was disappointed. The seats were the same from the front row to the back row, so there wasn't any point in reaching there first or last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi3ysWBn8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/0vKix0XPrTc/s1600-h/P020808_08.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi3ysWBn8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/0vKix0XPrTc/s320/P020808_08.02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231133048715714498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much leg space between the seats and it was quite uncomfortable all along the journey. I wonder how could anyone bare to sit through the journey for flights any longer than the flight I was in. It was only a 2 hours and 30 minutes flight and my body was already aching all over. It might be due to the fact that I didn't get enough sleep before that but still it wasn't a very comfortable journey. The word Airbus really suits them, just like a typical Malaysian bus which flies instead of on the road. Robb says I'm comparing too much as I've sat first class on MAS before. Not to say I'm comparing or anything, but I would rather pay a little higher to sit more comfortably as the rates ain't that much of a difference nowadays due to the high competition among airlines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi4bqHPjXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/_5lZkz49koM/s1600-h/P020808_17.41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi4bqHPjXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/_5lZkz49koM/s320/P020808_17.41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231133752491478386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my complains. We reached Sabah around 12.00pm and took a cab to &lt;a href="http://www.radius-waterfrontkk.com/index.htm"&gt;Radius International Hotel&lt;/a&gt;. The hotel was quite decent and comfortable and the price was just right. We met up with Chriss in the hotel's lobby as he had an earlier flight and was waiting there. After checking in and putting our stuffs in the room, we went for our lunch and went back to the room to sleep as we were very tired by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi4brms-uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TZh07mGelpM/s1600-h/DSC03910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi4brms-uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TZh07mGelpM/s320/DSC03910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231133752891865826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi4b0eE7gI/AAAAAAAAAYk/FY94N5eCxPo/s1600-h/DSC03917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi4b0eE7gI/AAAAAAAAAYk/FY94N5eCxPo/s320/DSC03917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231133755271605762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gathering was held in the &lt;a href="http://imperialkk.com/index.html"&gt;Imperial International Hotel&lt;/a&gt;, which was just right beside the hotel that we were staying. We were quite early and there wasn't much people there yet. The environment was quite cosy and the view was simply beautiful as we get to see the sun set. After some time, more and more bloggers started to pour in and the place became quite lively. I didn't recognize anyone there as I seldom blog hop but Blue instantly knew who I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi4c_VCO7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/kQMLoUjss7I/s1600-h/DSC03982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi4c_VCO7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/kQMLoUjss7I/s320/DSC03982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231133775366339506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi6DwuP7tI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NSHskF5QekI/s1600-h/DSC03985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi6DwuP7tI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NSHskF5QekI/s320/DSC03985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231135540972089042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a nice gathering as I got to know a few more people in the blogging society. Even though the flight was not that comfortable, I would say I enjoyed the experience as well as the trip as it has been some time since I've been to a new environment. Now that I'm back in KL, my life resumes as it was before I left for Sabah. Hopefully I'd find a purpose in life soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi4cLbqqSI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HM7lCG_rtEc/s1600-h/DSC03919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi4cLbqqSI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HM7lCG_rtEc/s320/DSC03919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231133761435511074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-4756073148444724927?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4756073148444724927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=4756073148444724927&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4756073148444724927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4756073148444724927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sabah-trip.html' title='Sabah Trip..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJi3PaCIL_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/b8JHNFY82H0/s72-c/DSC03907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-5820799240733220798</id><published>2008-08-01T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T03:28:01.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJH611eXNWI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ARlsOXwxUmM/s1600-h/air_asia_733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJH611eXNWI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ARlsOXwxUmM/s320/air_asia_733.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229236445148296546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;No, I did not get to proceed on with the interview for Air Asia's cabin crew. To cut things short, I will be on their flight with Robb as a passenger this coming Saturday. It has been around 10 years since I've last been on an airplane.It was either the trip to Australia with my parents and brother, or the trip to Langkawi with my uncle's family. I can't quite remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've been wanting to travel, this trip would be a very memorable one, even though it is only for 2 days. I will be leaving to Kota Kinabalu with Robb to attend the &lt;a href="http://sabahbloggers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sabahan Bloggers Gathering&lt;/a&gt;. I'm kinda nervous though as I don't know anyone there except for Chriss. But still, it is nice to be flying out of Peninsular Malaysia after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will have nice pictures to post up soon. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-5820799240733220798?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5820799240733220798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=5820799240733220798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5820799240733220798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/5820799240733220798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/flying-away.html' title='Flying Away..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SJH611eXNWI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ARlsOXwxUmM/s72-c/air_asia_733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-6318631783095373437</id><published>2008-07-26T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:56:39.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Tomorrow, my fellow classmates will be graduating happily with their certs in their hands. Not that I don't feel the same for them, but maybe a little jealous that I had to stay back another year just because of one silly paper. Blame no one but my own incompetence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not why I am feeling nervous now. My heart's beating faster than normal, my body's feeling hot with sweat, and my mind's spinning round and round. There will be a walk-in interview for Air Asia's air steward tomorrow in Shangri-La Hotel, and surprisingly I decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already expecting to go alone, trying to face my fears of getting uncertain questions that I might not have the answers for. It was then when a friend of mine called. We talked for awhile and I mentioned about the interview to him. He got all excited as he did thought of being an air steward as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said that he would accompany me there as he was interested as well and that got me all hyped up. I would definitely feel better having a friend by my side, no matter what the results are, rather than going alone without knowing anyone there. I really did look forward to it and felt a little bit more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was till he sent me a message later on saying that he couldn't make it after all. I really felt as if I was being lifted up and then pushed down again. It was not entirely his fault as he did mentioned he had some plans later on. But I really hoped to go with him as I don't want to feel so alone, facing something that I've been avoiding for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wide awake, feeling nervous for nothing and making myself feel worse by not being able to sleep. The interview will be starting around 9.00am until 3.00pm and it would be preferable if I went there as early as I can. Having other plans as well after the interview, I wouldn't want to be lacking of rest and feeling tired for the entire day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the ball-less me is now wide awake, blogging away as if the night is still young. I wonder what time will I start to doze off. Hopefully I'm able to wake up energetically and able to perform well in the interview, whatever it is that they wanted to test me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low self esteem,&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-6318631783095373437?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6318631783095373437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=6318631783095373437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6318631783095373437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/6318631783095373437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/nervous.html' title='Nervous..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3835535149953953578</id><published>2008-07-21T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:42:19.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh.. The Smell!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIQ7hxOKrkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/0zQsCFMW5U4/s1600-h/747015802_c18f932b56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIQ7hxOKrkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/0zQsCFMW5U4/s320/747015802_c18f932b56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225366918991097410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Nuuuuuuu~! It's durian season again. T_T How can anyone love such a stinky fruit? Everywhere I go, I see and SMELL durians! Sigh. To think that my housemate is gonna bring back durians tonight. Got to think of somewhere to go while they finish up those hell spawned fruits. Anyone knows how to get rid of the smell fast? I don't wanna come home and faint right after I open the door. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIQ8TUdk0eI/AAAAAAAAAXM/q4bpFMx03yA/s1600-h/274477758_d057e9c906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIQ8TUdk0eI/AAAAAAAAAXM/q4bpFMx03yA/s320/274477758_d057e9c906.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225367770264556002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should stick this at home. They should make more of this and put it all around so that public places won't be so full of durian smells, especially during durian season. =\ Someone help me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3835535149953953578?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3835535149953953578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3835535149953953578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3835535149953953578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3835535149953953578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/urgh-smell.html' title='Urgh.. The Smell!!'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIQ7hxOKrkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/0zQsCFMW5U4/s72-c/747015802_c18f932b56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-924999698827520074</id><published>2008-07-21T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T03:00:40.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It was a very tiring weekend for me. Can't remember what I did on Friday, but on Saturday, it was kinda full day for me. Robb dragged me to Fitness First as he needed someone to take pictures of him. I didn't want to go at first but he said he would ask other guys to do it if I'm not helping him out. Darn. I can't have other hot guys getting intimate with him can I? So eventually I ended up in the gym, taking some pics and doing some workout myself. Can't do much as my body still hurt from the previous session in the new gym nearby my place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet up with Cheesie and Tock in Pavilion for some picture sessions as well. I didn't had much to talk to them as I'm usually shy towards people that I hardly know. I didn't know what to talk about as well as I'm not a very good conversationalist like Robb. So I just "lepak" around with them for the whole afternoon with nothing much to do. We went our separate ways after that,while me and Robb decided to have dinner in Carl's Junior. Went home after that to rest awhile before we went clubbing later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year or more since the last time we went clubbing. The previous time we went clubbing was in LaQueen, or so called LaLa Queen by some. My straight housemate went along with us and there were few guys who were interested with him. Hehe. This time, me and Robb went clubbing in Market Place with Benny, a guy who I've been recently hanging out with. He brought two pretty girls along as well. Market Place is a new hangout point for PLUs and I heard it was better than LaQueen. I have to agree that the crowd and songs are better but the place was kinda small. I still love Liquid the most, too bad it closed down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out again today for some photo sessions for Robb somewhere in PJ. Kinda lazy to talk about it now. Came back to Jusco for dinner and did some shopping for groceries. It has been awhile since I've cooked something decent for Robb. Gonna try cooking again. ^^ As soon as we reached home, our beloved Zuzu started to wag his tail and jump around to greet us as he usually does. He must be missing us alot as we've been out alot this weekend. Such a lovely son. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking, how do you actually define a friend, especially a good friend? Is it possible for gays to have close gay friends or guys/girls to have close girl/guy friends even when they are attached? No idea why, maybe I'm too deprived of having someone else close to me besides Robb. Should I even be feeling this? I just miss having a friend whom I can talk to or hang out with anytime, anywhere. Used to have those kinda friends. Used to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-924999698827520074?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/924999698827520074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=924999698827520074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/924999698827520074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/924999698827520074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-2662533006932775577</id><published>2008-07-18T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:19:08.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed With Zuzu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIAwk37hA8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_qYzweo2b3c/s1600-h/DSC05517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIAwk37hA8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_qYzweo2b3c/s320/DSC05517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224228977796776898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Ain't he adorable~! My baby's still as cute as he was when he was just 2 weeks old. ^^ Being the greedy doggy, he's been gaining a little weight from all the goodies that he gets. He'll follow anyone with food, even strangers~! Everyone that came to my house before loved him as he was very friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIAwlJx1ImI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YXl7Is1L4-I/s1600-h/DSC05537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIAwlJx1ImI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YXl7Is1L4-I/s320/DSC05537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224228982587990626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we go out, Zuzu will run to the door and look at us with his adorable eyes, begging us to bring him along. It's just so hard to resist loving him. Sometimes during dinner, we would bring him out with us and put him on the chair when we eat. Zuzu will be looking all around excitedly. I guess he must be bored being at home all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIAwlN567bI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ol0LiGgvRoE/s1600-h/DSC05550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIAwlN567bI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ol0LiGgvRoE/s320/DSC05550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224228983695666610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our food arrives, he'll be standing up, holding on to the table and looking at us with his adorable puppy eyes again. We try not to feed him too much as we don't want him to be overweight. Hehe. We even bring Zuzu to the OldTown White Coffee once awhile, right opposite our home. Lucky doggy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIAwleFlyOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CGJRXgw3QYA/s1600-h/DSC05564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIAwleFlyOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CGJRXgw3QYA/s320/DSC05564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224228988039579874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't been a naughty boy these few weeks. Usually he would pee or poo in places other than his "toilet" once awhile. But he has been a good boy lately and doing all his business at the right places. The only naughty things he does lately is that he loves to bite! Especially me since I don't hit him. Guess he's just playful. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIAwld-mUwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZmGvZPN_1kQ/s1600-h/DSC05540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIAwld-mUwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZmGvZPN_1kQ/s320/DSC05540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224228988010255106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Zuzu around was the next best thing after having Robb in my life. Thank you dear~ Love you and Zuzu lots~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-2662533006932775577?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2662533006932775577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=2662533006932775577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2662533006932775577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2662533006932775577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/obsessed-with-zuzu.html' title='Obsessed With Zuzu..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SIAwk37hA8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_qYzweo2b3c/s72-c/DSC05517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-953336906173107638</id><published>2008-07-06T01:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:41:07.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PD Pictures..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG-yAPJDdsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3tcr9NLC8YE/s1600-h/DSC02266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG-yAPJDdsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3tcr9NLC8YE/s320/DSC02266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219586210279945922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG-yAfsNDpI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IdRY0dik7Ag/s1600-h/DSC02269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG-yAfsNDpI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IdRY0dik7Ag/s320/DSC02269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219586214722342546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG-yAtf9QJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/m7QTIqgetvM/s1600-h/DSC02305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG-yAtf9QJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/m7QTIqgetvM/s320/DSC02305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219586218429071506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG-yA47cyVI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lKKtCUdUeJY/s1600-h/DSC02296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG-vO320j4I/AAAAAAAAASs/lF7lg1x98DI/s320/DSC02463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219583163192610690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-953336906173107638?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/953336906173107638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=953336906173107638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/953336906173107638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/953336906173107638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/pd-pictures.html' title='PD Pictures..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG-yAPJDdsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3tcr9NLC8YE/s72-c/DSC02266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-8452950453423482812</id><published>2008-07-04T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:27:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG3QxkfF8ZI/AAAAAAAAARA/FDuDRlFz0gE/s1600-h/1417538496_42cac1042e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG3QxkfF8ZI/AAAAAAAAARA/FDuDRlFz0gE/s320/1417538496_42cac1042e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219057093218529682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Yes, I'm currently jobless. But I'm not doing anything about it except for rotting at home. Don't ask me to look for a job, as you can never move me. I'm as stubborn as a bull. Being so comfortable with what I'm having now, my life's frozen in this circle that I've created myself. Nothing will move unless I myself take the first step out of this comfort zone of mine. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-8452950453423482812?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8452950453423482812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=8452950453423482812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8452950453423482812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8452950453423482812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/jobless.html' title='Jobless..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SG3QxkfF8ZI/AAAAAAAAARA/FDuDRlFz0gE/s72-c/1417538496_42cac1042e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-3006612293130482334</id><published>2008-06-30T09:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:15:11.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;As I mentioned previously, I went to Port Dickson with my ex-colleagues. I went to look for them in the office as they were departing straight after work and I needed to follow their car. They had already arranged the seatings previously and I was in the same car as Yi Kang and Yee Mun. Apparently, Mei Leng was going as well and we went to KLIA to fetch her as she just came back from Taiwan. There were a total of 5 fully loaded cars all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite boring along the way as the journey was long. There weren't any jokers as well and everyone was just staring out of the window or sleeping. Being the quiet me, I just took some pictures along the way and did some small talk with my ex-colleague who was driving. We started to talk more when Mei Leng came in the car as we were interested with her trip to Taiwan. Seems like she enjoyed herself alot and she brought back quite a number of things as well. I wonder when will I be able to travel overseas again. Been more than 10 years since I've last left Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They booked 2 units in an resort called &lt;a href="http://www.ancasaresort.com/"&gt;Ancasa Resort Allsuits (Apartments)&lt;/a&gt;. It is located at the popular beachfront along the eight and a half mile of Pantai Teluk Kemang, Port Dickson. We separated the 2 units accordingly, 1 for those with families, 1 for the rest of us. It was quite a big place as there were 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room. As soon as everyone reached, we took everything up and started to prepare for dinner since they bought lots of stuff for steamboat and BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and few of my colleagues went down to the beach for a walk while some of them stayed in the apartment gambling or preparing dinner. It wasn't that nice as the beach was full of stones. There weren't any Chinese there as everyone around us were very dark skinned. Anyway, the view there was nice as the sun began to set. I took quite a number of pictures but they're all unavailable now. Will post it up as soon as I get my hands on it. Went to play in the sea and cam-whored with them as well. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was very filling as I had to finish up most of the food there. Later during the night, we went out to another beach further down the road. Seven of us cramped into a single car as the others were gambling and didn't want to go out. The beach was wonderful! The sand was so soft and clean compared to the ones beside the apartment we were staying in. I just laid there and looked upon the cloudy skies. Been awhile since I've had the chance to just lay on the sand, looking up to the skies and listening to the sound of waves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we were stopped by a road block as the car was over loaded with people. My friend who was driving went down and after awhile, we were able to leave. He told us the police officer just gave us a warning and let us go. Wonder what they discussed about around the corner as he told us no "duit kopi" was given. Hmm. Well, who cares, as long as we get to go home. Hehe. After that, few of us chatted till the next morning. I went to sleep around 6 as I was kinda tired, and woke up 4 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after lunch and dropped dead as I was very sleepy. The trip was kinda fun as it was the 1st time I went out with so many of them. Hopefully there is more to come. Oh and the best thing about this trip was that I didn't have to pay a single cent! Kekeke. Adios for now, will be posting the pictures as soon as I have them. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-3006612293130482334?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3006612293130482334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=3006612293130482334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3006612293130482334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/3006612293130482334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/port-dickson.html' title='Port Dickson..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-8426653990823108793</id><published>2008-06-28T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:08:57.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapemonos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kOcb36a7NJc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kOcb36a7NJc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-8426653990823108793?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8426653990823108793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=8426653990823108793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8426653990823108793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/8426653990823108793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/escapemonos.html' title='Escapemonos..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-7962441923713524524</id><published>2008-06-28T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:08:11.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Me Ames..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRNmA70EteM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRNmA70EteM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-7962441923713524524?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7962441923713524524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=7962441923713524524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7962441923713524524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/7962441923713524524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-me-ames.html' title='No Me Ames..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-4427910735266999803</id><published>2008-06-28T01:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:59:00.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Part 3..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUpZ3_njJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EW3hWwRX21M/s1600-h/beef.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUpZ3_njJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EW3hWwRX21M/s320/beef.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216621267882839186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Been hanging around the house doing nothing but playing games ever since I've finished my training. I'm not exactly sure how long has it been but I guess I've been useless for around 2 months now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUpkFkfpbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lNozClVWHK0/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUpkFkfpbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lNozClVWHK0/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216621443325863346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been back to Penang few weeks back, catching up with my parents and hunting for my favorite dishes. Life in Penang is definitely so much more relaxing than in KL, and whenever I'm feeling moody like I am now, I can always go to the seaside and listen to the sound of waves. In KL, I have nowhere to go whenever I'm feeling moody, except for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUpuaRAO7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/DrFQne3wmRo/s1600-h/empty_pockets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUpuaRAO7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/DrFQne3wmRo/s320/empty_pockets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216621620679949234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went wrong as soon as me and Robb came back to KL. He dropped his LG Viewty in the bus, and I dropped my wallet in the taxi. Seems to me that I've lost quite a number of precious things during my stay in KL. My friends, my handphone, my MP3 player, my laptop, my 21st birthday present from my mum, and now my wallet. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUp6_VF3EI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zVTQPFjFS50/s1600-h/DSC05249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUp6_VF3EI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zVTQPFjFS50/s320/DSC05249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216621836787637314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not everything is bad for me, as I have been living happily with Robb for around 2 years now, and to top it up I have a lovely son to love. Although he has grown a habit of biting things, especially me, he is still a good boy and very lovable. Can't make myself to hit him whenever he did something wrong and Robb has to be the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUqDmGBNRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XllTmynak5g/s1600-h/snail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUqDmGBNRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XllTmynak5g/s320/snail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216621984632354066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't all that good at home though. My new housemates are cool, it's just that since there are so many people at home now, the internet is getting slower and slower each day. Especially when they are all downloading stuffs 24/7. Now I can't do my things smoothly online without having to restart the modem or going to a cyber cafe. It sucks =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUqKm3AzhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dZN0Zj_QvGA/s1600-h/southern_sea_01_large_hh_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUqKm3AzhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dZN0Zj_QvGA/s320/southern_sea_01_large_hh_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216622105096932882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the seaside would really do me good at such a time. Hopefully my trip to Port Dickson tomorrow with my ex-colleagues would be enjoyable. I haven't even packed my things. No idea what to bring as I don't know what are their plans. Can't wait to lie down on the beach at night, just listening to the sound of waves and enjoying the sea breeze. I always feel better when I'm around somewhere with lots of water. Do all Pisceans feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-4427910735266999803?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4427910735266999803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=4427910735266999803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4427910735266999803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4427910735266999803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates-part-3.html' title='Updates Part 3..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGUpZ3_njJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EW3hWwRX21M/s72-c/beef.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-2538296718304053554</id><published>2008-03-31T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:25:28.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Part 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OWe9l5BLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wfUFx7jOrbM/s1600-h/DSC05302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OWe9l5BLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wfUFx7jOrbM/s320/DSC05302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653054707303602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OVMdl5BJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/gNsa-vprE9w/s1600-h/DSC05304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OVMdl5BJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/gNsa-vprE9w/s320/DSC05304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184651637368095890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna post up some pictures taken from MATTA Fair. Work has been somewhat boring for the past few weeks. Besides getting to know some funny names of customers like Chun Doi, nothing much interesting happens at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OVL9l5BFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vIQMGudvTRs/s1600-h/16032008625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OVL9l5BFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vIQMGudvTRs/s320/16032008625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184651628778161234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results were out and as expected, I failed Japanese II. Had to take a day off to pass up the resit form, and another day off to take the resit bill. As usual, SSH is fucking slow. Everyone else always get their results, bills and etc before us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OVL9l5BGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/D7lxEAm01EY/s1600-h/DSC05319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OVL9l5BGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/D7lxEAm01EY/s320/DSC05319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184651628778161250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OWetl5BKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4MKxUzbPu98/s1600-h/DSC05320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OWetl5BKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4MKxUzbPu98/s320/DSC05320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653050412336290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my paper remarked as well, having hope that I can pass as I don't have much time to read. I tried to ask my lecturer whether I am able to take 2 weeks off to study before exam but she said no. Oh well, bad luck then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OWfNl5BMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OrQzzRPeN9E/s1600-h/DSC05311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OWfNl5BMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OrQzzRPeN9E/s320/DSC05311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653059002270914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OVMNl5BII/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q2UliRVTd-s/s1600-h/DSC05318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OVMNl5BII/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q2UliRVTd-s/s320/DSC05318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184651633073128578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my industrial training to finish. But then, I still have no idea what to do after that. Sigh. Always indecisive. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-2538296718304053554?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2538296718304053554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=2538296718304053554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2538296718304053554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2538296718304053554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates-part-2.html' title='Updates Part 2..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R_OWe9l5BLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wfUFx7jOrbM/s72-c/DSC05302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-2952460870333330244</id><published>2008-03-30T17:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:43:57.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Part 1..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;18th February 2008 was the first day of working in my entire 23 years of life. I was quite excited and nervous at first as it was something new for me. I woke up 3 hours earlier so I wouldn't be late for work. The traffic was terrible. It took me nearly 2 hours to reach my work place. Even so, I reached my work place 10 minutes earlier and waited outside with two of my classmates who were working at the same place. The office was still empty as it was still early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only arrived around 9.15am. Talk about punctuality. Well, we followed them in and informed them that we were they new interns and they asked us to wait at our respective departments. Oh yea, we were assigned to different departments before this. Mei Leng is in the Ticketing Department while me and Yi Kang are in the USA and Canada Tour Department. Lucky for Mei Leng, her manager was already there and so she was briefed and had something to do. On the other hand, me and Yi Kang had to wait for another 10 to 20 minutes before someone from our department came. He asked us to just sit down and relax as the manager was not here yet. After handling some of his work, he took us around the office and introduced us to the rest of our colleagues from the other departments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the brief introductions, we went back to our seats and just sat there. Kenny, the guy from our department, didn't know what the manager wanted to brief us about so he just asked us to wait until he arrived. I HAD NEVER BEEN THAT BORED BEFORE!! The feeling of boredom and drowsiness is not something I would want to feel on the first day of work. Zzz. We eventually sat there from 9.00 in the morning until around 3.00 in the evening!! He eventually showed up in the evening and just thought us how to answer the phone and pass the calls. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much can be done as they were all quiet busy preparing for the MAS Travel Fair. There were not much of a difference for the entire week but I managed to learn a little on their airline booking system and also how to apply for an USA Visa. Thursday was better as I had to help setup the booth for MAS Travel Fair in KLCC. It was just right around the corner, thus making things easier to move. Even so, it was quite tiring as we had to carry all those things without a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not much people during the entire 3 day's travel fair. It might be due to the fact that our booth was located at the last hall's exit so most people were just passing by to the exit. I went to the 1st two halls and noticed that there were more people there. Even so, the amount of visitors were less than what I had expected. I guess most people were waiting for the upcoming MATTA Fair as there will be more airlines to choose from. My job was mainly just to distribute fliers to visitors around our booth. I was able to explain some of the packages available but will still direct them to my seniors as they can give them a more detailed explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one man who came by and complained on the entrance fees. He was rambling by himself and walked away leaving me dumbstruck. Talk about randomness. LoL. Nothing much interesting happened after that. During the last day of the travel fair, a guy came and performed magic. All of us were charmed by his magic. We finished quite early as there were no customers. After clearing everything up, our big boss treated us dinner in a steamboat restaurant somewhere in Imbi. It was delicious! I ended up with a very full stomach as they keep asking me to finish up the food. I think I gained few extra pounds during that night. Hehe. Anyway, I shall try to update more next time. Till then, bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-2952460870333330244?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2952460870333330244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=2952460870333330244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2952460870333330244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/2952460870333330244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates-part-1.html' title='Updates Part 1..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717058.post-4962706270914053090</id><published>2008-01-29T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:26:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester Break..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more papers and then I'm out of this sad place, at least for a few weeks. I have been very emotionally unstable for the past week after those unfortunate events. Thankfully, I have Robb to see me through and giving me the strength to hold on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'm up this late doing last minute revision for the paper tomorrow. All these late nights are making my body weaker than it already is. Been feeling uneasy and adding in the moodiness, it kinda gave Robb a hard time cheering me up. Sorry dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is coming and the weather is as hot as ever. Been thinking of going swimming when I'm back in Penang. It has been awhile since I've done any healthy activities and I wonder if I'll ever start doing any regular exercises again. Maybe this Chinese New Year will give me a fresh start to do everything that I had intended to do. Hopefully it is a better new year for me than the "English New Year".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R542TPA8MgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/z9hzzNKemJc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R542TPA8MgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/z9hzzNKemJc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160621927089058306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to do tomorrow. Going for my paper at 9.00AM, look for my lecturer after the paper, follow Yi Kang to Raja Chulan, go look for clothes, and going for a gathering with my Perfect World guildmates in PJ for dinner. I wonder if I could stay awake for the entire duration. Maybe I should get some rest. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;がんばって　ください!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~§hö©kWävê~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717058-4962706270914053090?l=zachboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4962706270914053090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717058&amp;postID=4962706270914053090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4962706270914053090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717058/posts/default/4962706270914053090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zachboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/semester-break.html' title='Semester Break..'/><author><name>Zach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00678085685751959256</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/_g9EOUabWSkM/SGgtxp2eyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nooq3I_pkZs/S220/3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9EOUabWSkM/R542TPA8MgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/z9hzzNKemJc/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
