<?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-6785193446683992541</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:55:02.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sights &amp; Sounds of Ray's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Step into his world. Watch him as he picks up the little details in our daily lives and puts them all together. Here, anything and everything goes. Savour and feel the ups and downs of life as it unfurls before him. Witness in awe, as obstacles are forever hurtling towards his being in a perpetual cycle. Whether he is able to overcome each and every one of them, only time will tell. So come...and drift freely in his realm, where feelings and emotions are transformed into words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-5731622854592173313</id><published>2011-07-19T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:01:05.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm back!! Not that you people care anyway because you have forsaken this blog due to inactivity. But yes, it has been nearly a year since my last login (I've never been consistent with blogging). Since this is my come back although not exactly blockbuster, I'm revamping the direction and flow of this place.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT IS TIME TO BE MORE CURRENT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, which means that the entries here would narrate my weekly out and abouts on a regular basis. At this point one of my &lt;a href="http://joolyone.blogspot.com/"&gt;skeptics&lt;/a&gt; will say REGULAR MY ASS, but just you wait woman!! It would definitely be an effort to try and keep things interesting seeing that it has been a rather dry college break with occasional bursts of fun here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which reminds me, a few congratulations have been overdue and need to be conveyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE: Firstly, massive congratulations to Ke Xin on your overwhelmingly awesome results of 4A's (jaw drop). This will definitely secure you a place in Cardiff and I wish you nothing but the very best when you fly off in September for your final year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TWO: Secondly, another big hurrah goes out to Ying Jun for her awesome results of 4A's AGAIN (why is it all girls only? WHY? Are we boys so stooopid?). You are not aware of this blog nor am I planning to publicize this fact you you hahahah!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strangely enough Koghelan has managed to stumble upon this blog by accident (screw you Google) when he apparently Googled his own name to see if any links would pop up and surely enough the first was this blog's. Anyways welcome to my blog and I hope I spoke well about you in previous write-ups. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now and more posts will be following up in the coming days so yes, this blog is once again ACTIVE! Do NOT unlink. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I am not begging you people to continue reading this blog because I really couldn't be bothered but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF MY BLOG I PROMISE TO KEEP THINGS REGULAR HERE PLEEEEEEEEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I wasn't begging. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming soon.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eApuWEc5Hf4/TiVc4ecYQBI/AAAAAAAAAms/EnQmd19U7M0/s400/14%2BEuphoria%2BDance%2BFloor.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631009034411196434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Figured this place out yet? More on this spot next! ;D&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/6785193446683992541-5731622854592173313?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/5731622854592173313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=5731622854592173313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/5731622854592173313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/5731622854592173313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2011/07/blockbuster-come-back.html' title='He&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eApuWEc5Hf4/TiVc4ecYQBI/AAAAAAAAAms/EnQmd19U7M0/s72-c/14%2BEuphoria%2BDance%2BFloor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-8317812778921442552</id><published>2010-09-17T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:19:06.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"I cook lahh, no need to tapau from outside." - Ronnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing those words muttered by my brother made me go WTF?!! He's going to attempt to cook dinner?!!! o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently after living in a hostel for about a year, he has mastered the ability to prepare simple food all by himself. So he reassured me that he was able to cook without blowing the house up to bits. As he started to get all the utensils ready, I couldn't help but feel skeptical about the entire deal so I followed him around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looked like he knew what he was doing so that sort of put my worries to rest, until he asked me how to turn on the gas supply.  Nevermind that, a minor speed bump in his attempt to cook. Then, while the water was boiling, he suddenly shrieked when the wind picked up and put out the flame on the stove. Empty packets started flying around, the blinds were flapping in the strong breeze and the cooked noodles on the plate threatened to get cold by the time they reached the dining table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, he eventually was done cooking and even fried eggs to go with the noodles. I know all these are darn simple dishes for many but for us guys, this IS epic okay? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TJNpZ0yHOgI/AAAAAAAAAhk/JysNJcAyHmE/s1600/SDC10680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TJNpZ0yHOgI/AAAAAAAAAhk/JysNJcAyHmE/s400/SDC10680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517869860845468162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It boiled over and poured onto the stove below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TJNpZUI0ylI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0yralQfSNkE/s1600/SDC10683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TJNpZUI0ylI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0yralQfSNkE/s400/SDC10683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517869852082358866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TJNpYxUiDTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/B-eHlQERwig/s1600/SDC10694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TJNpYxUiDTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/B-eHlQERwig/s400/SDC10694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517869842736221490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTF??? MY MASTER IS COOKING??? THIS CANNOT BE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TJNpYDWm8rI/AAAAAAAAAhM/S_JGiuhmvqQ/s1600/SDC10676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TJNpYDWm8rI/AAAAAAAAAhM/S_JGiuhmvqQ/s400/SDC10676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517869830396900018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some extras to go with the noodles. Whatever you call them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TJNpXRn41uI/AAAAAAAAAhE/B1eI_-xQ73I/s1600/SDC10682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TJNpXRn41uI/AAAAAAAAAhE/B1eI_-xQ73I/s400/SDC10682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517869817047602914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like he knows what he's doing huh? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end, I was really full because we overestimated what we could actually eat. But for those who are interested in how the noodles tasted like, my face twitched when I had my first mouthful because the noodles were a little too salty but Ron says the fault lies with the seasoning. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guys FTW!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-8317812778921442552?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8317812778921442552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=8317812778921442552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8317812778921442552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8317812778921442552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/09/strange-weather.html' title='Strange Weather'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TJNpZ0yHOgI/AAAAAAAAAhk/JysNJcAyHmE/s72-c/SDC10680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-1759215818010652098</id><published>2010-09-07T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:31:31.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Sweet Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My princess finally turns 16 today, an age which is considered to be the pinnacle of teenage life. Yet she tells me that she doesn't like the idea of turning a year older. On the contrary dear, you are stepping into what could possibly be the most enjoyable year for you depending on how you see it! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, it was an awesome day well-spent over at her place, celebrating the occasion with the birthday girl herself as well as her family members. We played, we laughed, we talked over a splendid dinner by the lake and most of all, we had a good time. I consider myself very fortunate for being able to spend time with her on a day like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until now, I'm still looking back at all the pictures and videos that we captured today, wishing for everything to start all over again so that I can relive that moment. Everything went past far too quickly for me, which reaffirms the saying that time really flies when you're having fun. The picture at the bottom is one that I took when we arrived at the lakeside restaurant for dinner. The setting was just perfect, a slightly breezy night with music playing by the lake. Did I mention that her parents are really nice people? Yeah they are! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TIckXvZ5qRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-hecV_-g8Q4/s1600/SDC10663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TIckXvZ5qRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-hecV_-g8Q4/s400/SDC10663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514416259019155730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Baby Girl, I hope you'll like the present. Once again, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;6t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;h &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dear!! (^_^)v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-1759215818010652098?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/1759215818010652098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=1759215818010652098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1759215818010652098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1759215818010652098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/09/babys-sweet-sixteen.html' title='Baby&apos;s Sweet Sixteen'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TIckXvZ5qRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-hecV_-g8Q4/s72-c/SDC10663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-7290370655951114707</id><published>2010-08-20T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:23:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstatic Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TG59yQRpxpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SjsuvQITQ1Y/s1600/prov.+results.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TG59yQRpxpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SjsuvQITQ1Y/s400/prov.+results.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507477696636634770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;HUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I'M SIMPLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;ECSTATIC!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Erm erm...okay we'll take this on a more serious note and make a few acknowledgements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;A very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; thank you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Baby Girl a.k.a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Carmen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;for her relentless support during the entire course of my studies right up until the exams (which I wouldn't be that motivated if it wasn't for you) =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ArIgAtO to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joolyone.blogspot.com"&gt;KeXin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;for your priceless help rendered for Tort and Contracts which has paid off well as you can see!! Bwahahahahahah!! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;And not forgetting to thank my family and dogs for simply being there for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;*laughs cynically and leaves the room*&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/6785193446683992541-7290370655951114707?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/7290370655951114707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=7290370655951114707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7290370655951114707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7290370655951114707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/08/ecstatic-me.html' title='Ecstatic Me'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TG59yQRpxpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SjsuvQITQ1Y/s72-c/prov.+results.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-2760124442161160707</id><published>2010-07-16T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:33:02.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Come Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's still not easy for me to sit down and blog away like I used to due to the laziness to scoop out my thoughts. My motivation to blog today stems from threats to unlink me if I don't post anything by today. (the person responsible for threatening me must be smiling just by reading this.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the above title suggests a temporary rebirth of my flare for blogging as well as my involvement in the sound business. Since resuming my studies I didn't have time to run the works in the event arena so I guess you can say that me and my bro pulled out of the industry. We weren't running events for the past year and eventually the drive to continue faded away. Besides, I was tired of lugging the big-ass speakers around and it's tedious to source out labour to do it. (By the way I pay 80 per worker bucks a day, so anybody wants to work?) XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, Ron and I won't risk our lives trying to carry the speakers because they are THAT big and you'll probably be killed if you got pinned underneath. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TEAL6mKlb3I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-qOR79QRIbI/s1600/SDC15280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TEAL6mKlb3I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-qOR79QRIbI/s400/SDC15280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494404646697267058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time around, we have to get everything back together for a one-off event for my father's friend. It's not easy to rope back all my sound gear as the equipment is scattered all around the house. I took a couple of days since Monday to locate stuff that we'll need and pack them for tomorrow and after much effort, some items like cables are still missing!! Arrghh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently all this is for an elderly man's birthday bash that his kids organised for him. But really, they have a darn low budget for the sound so I'm not going to bring my big boys out this time. AND, they are already paying me less than one thousand, yet that auntie who called my dad is requesting for all sorts of equipment to accommodate their slide show. Understand this: YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR AUNTIE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only doing this because the venue is the badminton hall just behind my house and we're dead bored at home. I have a feeling that I will get frustrated when they start singing on stage...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elderly people almost always get excited when they hear the word "karaoke" and I expect them to crowd around the desk and ask about the song selection. Honestly it's extremely irritating to entertain their requests. The only part I really enjoy is when I get to go bonkers with the volume after setting up in the empty hall. I MIGHT EVEN SING BY MYSELF!! &gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There...I'm done blogging! Happy now? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-2760124442161160707?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/2760124442161160707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=2760124442161160707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2760124442161160707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2760124442161160707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/07/temporary-come-back.html' title='Temporary Come Back'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/TEAL6mKlb3I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-qOR79QRIbI/s72-c/SDC15280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-7831373935500148442</id><published>2010-05-26T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T00:33:37.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while</title><content type='html'>Like the title suggests, I've ceased blogging for ages and &lt;a href="http://joolyone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ke Xin &lt;/a&gt;was pestering me to put something on this dusty page. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have much to blog about since getting into college hence the lengthy hiatus. Does that imply that I've become hardworking? Hahahahaha! Facebook thinks otherwise. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, a lot has been going on lately and certain issues aren't meant to be put into words here and are best kept in the depths of my screwed-up brain. Generally studies have become increasingly hectic owing to the ongoing finals and the pressure of having to do well. Now where did that come from? I do not know myself! Hahahahaha! (Yes I don't know what else to say besides laughing at the end of each paragraph.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently there was an epic incident at college. At the nearby parking lot to be more precise. We had just went through an entire day of revision lectures and pretty worn at the end of it. After that I walked alone for about 5 minutes to the nearby car park which now charges FOUR bucks instead of THREE (blood-sucking assholes!!). It was still pretty packed and I found my car in the middle of the lot parked next to a dead tree stump (duhh that was where I parked it. where else would I find the car huh? Its silly I know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so tired and not bothered to remove the fallen leaves from the car hood (they would be blown off as I drove later anyway and that looks pretty darn cool.) I just unlocked the car, opened the driver's door, hurled my bag onto the other seat and finally stuck my own butt onto the seat. As I locked the door and started the car, I noticed a white piece of paper stuck to the windshield wiper on the outside. At first I thought it was another lame massage parlour advertisement (its lame because if you pay them enough they will massage odd parts of your body).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it couldn't be. It was hand-written with a marker pen and I thought it seemed peculiar (a massage parlour painstakingly writing each and every ad by hand?!) but a cold shiver ran down my spine when I tried to read it from inside the car. The sunlight was gleaming onto the piece of paper so I roughly made out the words that appeared to spell "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KILL&lt;/span&gt;" and that freaked me out. I thought getting out of the car was a bad idea if it was really a death threat (too many horror flicks) but I unlocked the door and got out anyway. I looked around the area where my car was parked...it didn't seem like there was anybody around. Then I walked to the car's front and slowly unclipped the piece of paper from the wiper. The sound of the crickets around made the situation worse. I slowly unfolded it and saw its contents.... (look below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475605669034535714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S_1CWFDrKyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xHHlsQSVx74/s400/death+note.JPG" /&gt;THIS:&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; LIM KE XIN'S&lt;/span&gt; WORK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Immediately after that, I smiled to myself and felt so damn relieved. But this playful prank lightened what seemed like an exhausting day at college. I chuckled to myself, put the 'death threat' on the back seat and drove home. Hahahahahaha!!! Thanks for that Ke Xin =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-7831373935500148442?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/7831373935500148442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=7831373935500148442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7831373935500148442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7831373935500148442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S_1CWFDrKyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xHHlsQSVx74/s72-c/death+note.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-4990436655852876434</id><published>2010-03-21T10:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:06:27.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Some poeple just dont know how to quit it and just keep getting lamer. Now, that irritating &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;beatboxing sumo&lt;/span&gt; is too humiliated to say anything else and has delegated that job to one of his miserable relatives. Come on idiot, I can see that the surname is still &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONG&lt;/span&gt;!!! Stewpid~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450917989218804514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S6WNB-8sYyI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KGTpzkQtmcQ/s400/scrncapture2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-4990436655852876434?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/4990436655852876434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=4990436655852876434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4990436655852876434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4990436655852876434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/03/wave-two.html' title='Wave Two'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S6WNB-8sYyI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KGTpzkQtmcQ/s72-c/scrncapture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-993238320253495348</id><published>2010-03-19T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:02:29.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verbal War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S6LxQGYfvbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/E54Oz-5tQmg/s1600-h/scrn+capture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450183757965278642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S6LxQGYfvbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/E54Oz-5tQmg/s400/scrn+capture1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I just had to show this to you guys. Its a portrayal of how egoistic some people can actually be. This is a screen snapshot of my Facebook account in one of the groups I support. Its meant for my bro's concert committee to make their upcoming Sunway University College event known to the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here's the thing, they recently held an audition to pick the performances so a huge bunch of hopeful talents came in from all over the Klang Valley to hopefully get a change to rock it on stage. Unfortunately, not all of them were *cough* 'talents' so obviously they were not shortlisted for the comebacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However there was this really egoistic 'performer' who was really sour over not being picked and went ranting all over the group site. According to my bro, he &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCKED&lt;/span&gt; during his miserable attempt to beatbox and subsequently blamed the sound system for it and kept scolding the organisers. (Yeah some people are so kiasu that they love to follow what the Westerners do... Beatbox HAH!!! Just do your traditional fan dance laa &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FAT BOIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched his irritating ramblings on Facebook for a couple of days until I literally snapped and had the urge to verbally abuse him. Please note that I was especially furious because he is using my English name i.e. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;RAYMOND&lt;/span&gt; ONG and with such a bad attitude, it blatantly disgraces my namesake. Therefore my actions are justified! Besides, Ron was urging me to "F**K that fat son of a *toot*!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore last night, roughly at about midnight with my AK-47 mouth I insulted him over the public group and suprisingly others joined in to hammer the lame fool as well. It was so epic I had to save it for remembrance. So yeah, for those with Facebook, you can watch us violate him LIVE or you can just look at that one picture above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Its still going on now so there's actually a lot more to read than that! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-993238320253495348?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/993238320253495348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=993238320253495348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/993238320253495348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/993238320253495348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/03/verbal-war.html' title='Verbal War'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S6LxQGYfvbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/E54Oz-5tQmg/s72-c/scrn+capture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-1422254124501255534</id><published>2010-03-03T06:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:27:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murderer</title><content type='html'>Judging by her guilty look, you can already suspect that she has done something really wrong again. I was awakened at an ungodly 5.30 a.m. by a painful-sounding shriek which literally made me jump out of bed. The reason for my rude awakening? This amazingly dumb girl Lucky! Yeay~&lt;br /&gt;Just look at her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444170117372617794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S42T4JbKpEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fscKzejIHyI/s400/SDC10143(comp).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Gor.. Sorry arr gor I did something incredibly stupid again", says Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I really have to admit here, the pictures you are about to see are rather graphic in nature. So if you can't comprehend such gory contents, I suggest you skip to some other site that discusses lovely flowers and butterflies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You seriously aren't afraid huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fine! You have been warned! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went outside to the back kitchen and saw that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444170110609710626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S42T3wOw3iI/AAAAAAAAAfs/7H2BVCWbB3w/s400/SDC10140(comp).jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She killed a kitten! NOOOOOOOOO~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The poor thing must have strayed into the house and didn't know how to get back out nor climb up walls. And Lucky being as she is, loves to hide in dark corners to prance on unsuspecting victims. Great Danes were initially bred as hunting dogs anyway. So if she could talk, she would have probably yelled that fact at my face if I were to reprimand her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She even had the guts to stare and growl at the kitten's mother who could only watch helplessly from the top of a pillar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S42T3bkfxRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/nruLzs3ftPA/s1600-h/SDC10138(censored).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444170105063720210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S42T3bkfxRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/nruLzs3ftPA/s400/SDC10138(censored).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't wanna see its eyes. They were wide open!! O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S42T3N-BlYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eWoO-KRZbbU/s1600-h/SDC10146(comp).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444170101412697474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S42T3N-BlYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eWoO-KRZbbU/s400/SDC10146(comp).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Staring at the kitten's mom who was watching nearby. Its almost as if she was asking the mother: WHAT?! HUH? WHAT?!!! &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/6785193446683992541-1422254124501255534?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/1422254124501255534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=1422254124501255534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1422254124501255534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1422254124501255534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/03/murderer.html' title='Murderer'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S42T4JbKpEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fscKzejIHyI/s72-c/SDC10143(comp).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-1286943164746295366</id><published>2010-02-17T15:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:53:10.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chor-2 at Slim RIver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uY_ZQLqRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kegAMcYZFNg/s1600-h/22736_310477278005_630823005_3507821_3846842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439109189857945874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uY_ZQLqRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kegAMcYZFNg/s400/22736_310477278005_630823005_3507821_3846842_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With my 2nd uncle and cousin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uY-pLpCHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/27rkwJWPSAQ/s1600-h/22736_310475663005_630823005_3507759_2380066_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439109176953997426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uY-pLpCHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/27rkwJWPSAQ/s400/22736_310475663005_630823005_3507759_2380066_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; EOS 50D via Basic Lens... I love it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uY9-tz-mI/AAAAAAAAAfE/nkvxyB1Xq6c/s1600-h/22736_310475728005_630823005_3507768_2607527_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439109165554596450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uY9-tz-mI/AAAAAAAAAfE/nkvxyB1Xq6c/s400/22736_310475728005_630823005_3507768_2607527_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Catching up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uXmB18yYI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jbaZEdv05Dw/s1600-h/22736_310475758005_630823005_3507771_1284503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439107654565546370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uXmB18yYI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jbaZEdv05Dw/s400/22736_310475758005_630823005_3507771_1284503_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uXl_HbyOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dRJdar45hCo/s1600-h/22736_310475988005_630823005_3507801_5989120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439107653833574626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uXl_HbyOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dRJdar45hCo/s400/22736_310475988005_630823005_3507801_5989120_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Apek Club (nobody joins them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uXlV5F1OI/AAAAAAAAAes/-FSMYqJhHOk/s1600-h/22736_310475698005_630823005_3507764_7444402_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439107642767561954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uXlV5F1OI/AAAAAAAAAes/-FSMYqJhHOk/s400/22736_310475698005_630823005_3507764_7444402_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Super-Moms in the kitchen!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uXlKHCzfI/AAAAAAAAAek/G5o8UEbrdGs/s1600-h/22736_310477233005_630823005_3507815_7939089_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439107639604858354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uXlKHCzfI/AAAAAAAAAek/G5o8UEbrdGs/s400/22736_310477233005_630823005_3507815_7939089_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tetamu terhormat menyempurnakan majlis makan Tahun Baru Cina... Dipersilakan xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uXk1il7QI/AAAAAAAAAec/j-zhMYi2g8w/s1600-h/22736_310476013005_630823005_3507805_5373256_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439107634083261698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uXk1il7QI/AAAAAAAAAec/j-zhMYi2g8w/s400/22736_310476013005_630823005_3507805_5373256_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Look at me pulling that stupid face! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uW602c9kI/AAAAAAAAAeU/l5woJthkwZU/s1600-h/22736_310476053005_630823005_3507810_3411623_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439106912343619138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uW602c9kI/AAAAAAAAAeU/l5woJthkwZU/s400/22736_310476053005_630823005_3507810_3411623_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ready to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uW6rxLzfI/AAAAAAAAAeM/A_eofk0w2uc/s1600-h/22736_310475998005_630823005_3507803_2338452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439106909905604082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uW6rxLzfI/AAAAAAAAAeM/A_eofk0w2uc/s400/22736_310475998005_630823005_3507803_2338452_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yummm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uW6Wu0OLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/W0vqJn7F-Sk/s1600-h/22736_310477353005_630823005_3507829_6747564_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439106904258525362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uW6Wu0OLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/W0vqJn7F-Sk/s400/22736_310477353005_630823005_3507829_6747564_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Makan time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uW54V-V-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/TFBFTO8YUYI/s1600-h/22736_310475888005_630823005_3507789_6183346_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439106896101267426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uW54V-V-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/TFBFTO8YUYI/s400/22736_310475888005_630823005_3507789_6183346_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We also took the oportunity to celebrate little Nina Tan's as well as Granny's birthday :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uW5gfaVDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/mXHTmqWYJME/s1600-h/22736_310475963005_630823005_3507798_5200392_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439106889698399282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uW5gfaVDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/mXHTmqWYJME/s400/22736_310475963005_630823005_3507798_5200392_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Remnants of Nina's chocolate cake that I eventually gobbled down :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uV_-AFdAI/AAAAAAAAAds/-W85oEZFnJA/s1600-h/22736_310475683005_630823005_3507762_1613408_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439105901187658754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uV_-AFdAI/AAAAAAAAAds/-W85oEZFnJA/s400/22736_310475683005_630823005_3507762_1613408_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Extremely camera-shy (some say looks like GROs getting arrested)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uV_jl9EUI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xOPZPaBhmx8/s1600-h/22736_310475623005_630823005_3507755_5197930_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439105894098735426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uV_jl9EUI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xOPZPaBhmx8/s400/22736_310475623005_630823005_3507755_5197930_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But give ang pau they want! =.=' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uV_Zl2eGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GNhFErVkdXE/s1600-h/22736_310475618005_630823005_3507754_329672_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439105891413948514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uV_Zl2eGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GNhFErVkdXE/s400/22736_310475618005_630823005_3507754_329672_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;VIP giving ang pau to little children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uV-3x7-9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/rdmw1RJMYcc/s1600-h/22736_310475803005_630823005_3507777_3846038_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439105882337835986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uV-3x7-9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/rdmw1RJMYcc/s400/22736_310475803005_630823005_3507777_3846038_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 generations of kids WOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uV-o20CtI/AAAAAAAAAdM/J7kT5KoN5LM/s1600-h/22736_310475833005_630823005_3507781_5841559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439105878331755218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uV-o20CtI/AAAAAAAAAdM/J7kT5KoN5LM/s400/22736_310475833005_630823005_3507781_5841559_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tadaaaa~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-1286943164746295366?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/1286943164746295366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=1286943164746295366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1286943164746295366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1286943164746295366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/02/chor-2-at-slim-river.html' title='Chor-2 at Slim RIver'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3uY_ZQLqRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kegAMcYZFNg/s72-c/22736_310477278005_630823005_3507821_3846842_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-5525307743496679827</id><published>2010-02-14T12:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:00:46.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai!! RAWR~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3d5ddZO7zI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UZchZyDyQQI/s1600-h/SDC10798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437948622086795058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3d5ddZO7zI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UZchZyDyQQI/s400/SDC10798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The guy behind the mess and noise (^_^)v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Year of The Tiger literally started off with a bang last night!! As midnight approached, I was actually on a lookout to see if there was any police presence. 5 of them patrolled the area on motorcycles earlier but disappeared an hour before midnight. I guess with all the racial tension going on, they were probably told to be more lenient a.k.a. 'close-one-eye' so as not no worsen the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was risky bringing out the 'heavy artillery' early to set up because they might get spotted hanging from the balcony. I only started unpacking and securing them to a pole about five minutes prior to boom time. These guys were already more than a year-old so I was wondering if they would detonate flawlessly. Intitially I wanted to lay them along the side fence of my house but that would mean bombing an entire row of my mom's orchids so she said HELL NO!!! My victim was eventually a sad mop-stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the clock struck midnight, a flurry of fireworks launched from neighbours around my house (yes my entire area consists of Chinese neighbours) and in the midst of the deafening booms I lighted the fuse. It WAS supposed to give me at least 3-seconds to run for my life but I only got less than one. As soon as my lighter's flame touched the tip, it almost immediately began the exploding sequence!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But anyways, here I am telling the tale with my limbs all intact. So here are some pictures of the aftermath, I actually have some videos but I'll save them for later. Here's wishing everyone Gong Xi Fa Cai as well as Happy Valentines Day or even Happy Singles Awareness Day to some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437948600130236946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3d5cLmYchI/AAAAAAAAAc0/09LSXTr1Ocw/s400/SDC10792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't look at me, I ain't gonna clean :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437948609787953442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3d5cvk9gSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UZ3E2VGCcCA/s400/SDC10793.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some leftovers from the night... And yes they are still active and dangerous &gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-5525307743496679827?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/5525307743496679827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=5525307743496679827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/5525307743496679827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/5525307743496679827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/02/gong-xi-fa-cai-rawr.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai!! RAWR~!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S3d5ddZO7zI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UZchZyDyQQI/s72-c/SDC10798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-828048927524484633</id><published>2010-01-26T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:41:36.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm After The Storm</title><content type='html'>As I am typing this, it feels as if a burden has been lifted off my chest. No longer do I feel anxious about how things may turn out and what am I to do in the worst case scenario. Just yesterday morning, I woke up to the terrifying thought of having to re-sit the entire bulk of papers this coming May AND forking out an extra RM600.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to get up and end up pacing nervously around the house like some first-time father waiting for his wife to pop. I just buried myself under the blanket, lying face flat until the clock struck 9a.m. with blinding sunlight flooding my room. After murdering a packet of nasi lemak on the kitchen table, I called the college office and found out that results would only be released AFTER 2p.m. HOW-CAN-YOU-EXPECT-ME-TO-WAIT-FIVE-HOURS?! Nooooooooooo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of going anywhere else never crossed my mind...NO, not until I know my results. But, my mom had the audacity to request that I take her shopping AND banking for the time being. While waiting outside the bank *far far away from college*, Ke Xin called me with the stomach-flipping news that our results are out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second there I had the urge to ditch my mom at the bank and race all the way down to Brickfields. Traffic on the way there was plaqued with unusually blur and dumb motorists who seem to be going way too slow, forcing me to start weaving hence making it to college in 15minutes!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Once there, another slow obstacle tried to stop me from getting me results- The Elevator. I hit the button but the lift was still somewhere up there so I immediately ran up the fire-escape staircase. Ke Xin was already there waiting for me with her result slip and would not let me see it until I got mine. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were already trembling pretty badly when I was in the conference room, waiting for the officer to retrieve my results from the printer. Then, she smiled and congratulated me before handling me the A4-sized paper. I refused to process what she said until I confirmed my personal details on the slip. Right smack in the middle, an &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;aw&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Business&lt;/span&gt;!! The B didn't bother me because business was secondary anyway but an &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LAW&lt;/span&gt;!!! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;to Ke Xin who got what she predicted to get- straight A's!!! Also, Thanks for racing me at essay writing and challenging me during mocks. Hopefully I will be joining your bunch in LLB this coming September :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest princess, you relentlessly supported and kept me going during the challenging months prior to the exams. Without that I would not be as motivated when I faced the papers. I am here now because of you as well. Thanks dear~ X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uhhh, many thanks to the car as well I guess... For always getting me to college? So this morning I rewarded it with &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tadaaa~~~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430915631942807522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S158_jcRL-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/bavcoiV8Ghg/s400/SDC10590comp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes! A nice, thorough and pampering wash. All squeaky clean and gleaming! ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S158_G-BcrI/AAAAAAAAAck/5fkVG8nSp4A/s1600-h/SDC10591comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430915624299754162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S158_G-BcrI/AAAAAAAAAck/5fkVG8nSp4A/s400/SDC10591comp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The new kids of the block. Yes I know they don't match with the dashboard colour but who cares?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S158-w-nMPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/PNSDbcmzZDA/s1600-h/SDC10595comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430915618396647666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S158-w-nMPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/PNSDbcmzZDA/s400/SDC10595comp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The LCD screen was a bad idea. I barely use the thing, only twice since it was fitted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S158-vDvm4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/jO4lKaYX50Y/s1600-h/SDC10600comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430915617881299842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S158-vDvm4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/jO4lKaYX50Y/s400/SDC10600comp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Those things make sitting in the backseat a real nightmare &gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-828048927524484633?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/828048927524484633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=828048927524484633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/828048927524484633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/828048927524484633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/01/calm-after-storm.html' title='Calm After The Storm'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/S158_jcRL-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/bavcoiV8Ghg/s72-c/SDC10590comp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-371092459267404498</id><published>2010-01-01T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:30:55.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come &amp; Gone 2009~2010</title><content type='html'>As I have said before, year 2009 could possibly be the fastest year I have ever experienced. All the past events seemed as if I was staring at a series of flashing strobe lights. *flick flick flick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is not one for reminiscing about the previous year and recalling memories. Getting on with the year and sorting things out as they come is more of a style that works out for me. A whole bunch of people out there have so-called new year resolutions and things of the like. Setting such objectives merely makes them procrastinate more and end up not doing anything particularly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my take, I tackle obstacles as and when they arise hence eliminating that unnecessary anxiety resulting from the existence of that 'to-do' list of the year. Witnessing a whole bunch of people setting goals such as drastic personality changes or even the way that they treat others makes me think, "are these guys really going to do what they promised themselves? Or is this more of a temporary self-hype to provide a feel-good factor to usher in the new year?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I observed in most individuals, I honestly opine that what most have promised themselves is more to self-hype. For those who are unable to accept such an accusation, here's food for thought. Try switching to writing with your left hand when you have already been doing so with the other hand all your life. That should give you a picture of what I mean. Rapidly changing the way one treats another is unlikely to be fruitful because it is part of human nature and individuality. Put in simpler terms, you are already too used to what you are now. I'm not saying that it cannot be done but however, the effort and time needed to accomplish such a feat can be compared to that of a hardcore smoker trying to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who find themselves in the spotlight of my allegations, I am not attempting to belittle your gestures of goodwill but merely prompting you to reflect. At the stroke of midnight, will you remember all the little promises made for execution in the pending year 2010? Or will you just scream your lungs out among the sea of revellers beneath the deafening fireworks and when new year's day arrives you are no more than what you were in the previous year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this realisation will not leave many to start off on a grim note. On the contrary, take this as a gentle reminder of your resolutions to change for the better. Prove to me that you beg to differ from my unjust perception. With that, this post marks the ending of a brilliant year. Here is wishing all of you a very Happy New Year &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-371092459267404498?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/371092459267404498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=371092459267404498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/371092459267404498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/371092459267404498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2010/01/come-gone-20092010.html' title='Come &amp; Gone 2009~2010'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-1039293463881338138</id><published>2009-12-21T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:55:58.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' The Season To Be Jolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sy78bG72vfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XATFIe0Noqw/s1600-h/15870_1283049002817_1427869229_793077_5132709_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417544944421617138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sy78bG72vfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XATFIe0Noqw/s400/15870_1283049002817_1427869229_793077_5132709_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 days feels pretty short lately. I need MORE days in a year!!! The memory of last Christmas still feels like yesterday to me. What happened during the night of Christmas Eve 2008 is funny when I think about it now but downright scary when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling in my stomach when I saw those flashing blue lights and the guys in uniform. WOW!! The details still seem so vivid, the thought of spending the night at the hands of those people. If you want to know, ask me what really happened. Typing even gives me chills down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have yourself a Merry little Christmas!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-1039293463881338138?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/1039293463881338138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=1039293463881338138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1039293463881338138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1039293463881338138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='Tis&apos; The Season To Be Jolly'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sy78bG72vfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XATFIe0Noqw/s72-c/15870_1283049002817_1427869229_793077_5132709_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-5407789201388822093</id><published>2009-12-05T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:13:08.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Concept, 1 Big BS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its called a 'concert' but I think it was mostly filled with corporate propaganda. They couldn't let the audience enjoy the concert without the constant emphasis on future company targets and a whole bunch of other &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BULL&lt;/span&gt; that I don't give a crap about. That's what happens when you attend a company's so-called new year kick off concert. The organiser couldn't even get decent artists to perform.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So who did we get? Lets just say that the most bearable performance was by local chinese pop singer&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Z-Chen&lt;/span&gt;. All the others were mostly invited to clown around the stage, make some noise and kill time. I assume Chen was the most expensive act to hire among all of them as he did the fewest numbers, was last on the programme but still drove the crowd wild. Note that the 'crowd' mainly consisted of aunties who rushed like excited school girls towards the stage when he appeared. That felt overly surreal because I only expected people my age to do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me, all hell literally broke loose when the pot-bellied &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;general manager&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CEO&lt;/span&gt; went on stage to belt out a few karaoke numbers. Did I mention they are tone-deaf? Tragic isn't it? Oh yeah, they DID provide each attendee with KFC for lunch. Let me rephrase that. Make that cold, bland and soggy pieces of KFC chicken. Whatever happened to budgets this year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But one thing that made attending worthwhile was the venue. Stadium Negara has a somewhat nostalgic value for me. I've been there twice previously when I was barely even 10, the first time was for Disney's Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast On Ice and the next was some Easter event. At that time, I was an asthmatic kid and the stuffy crowded atmostphere didn't help either. I ended up throwing up on the people seated in front of me. Nice! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the pictures do the rest of the talking, but I have one crucial point to stress before you proceed. Stadium Negara is an &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;INDOOR&lt;/span&gt; stadium. The third picture will show you why I am emphasising on that fact. Have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqHK_VQLcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gy-6to7RZIg/s1600-h/blackwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411786525108088258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqHK_VQLcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gy-6to7RZIg/s400/blackwhite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411786518325154754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqHKmEE08I/AAAAAAAAAb8/T7q-mlxJYi8/s400/blackwhite2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411785846321613682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqGjep8i3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/hMdLV0GzILs/s400/umbrella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is this auntie doing with an &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;UMBRELLA&lt;/span&gt; in an &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;INDOOR &lt;/span&gt;arena? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqGjCyCBwI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2SG4UP5IdPQ/s1600-h/SDC10587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411785838839334658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqGjCyCBwI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2SG4UP5IdPQ/s400/SDC10587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqGivRgkcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/i6i-mxcE6ys/s1600-h/SDC10586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411785833602650562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqGivRgkcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/i6i-mxcE6ys/s400/SDC10586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqGiU6EIqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/NSC6Wp9ZmY4/s1600-h/SDC10584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411785826524996258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqGiU6EIqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/NSC6Wp9ZmY4/s400/SDC10584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Highlight of the evening... Z-Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqGh0WYQ8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/sxI8hCdAAyM/s1600-h/SDC10585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411785817785385922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqGh0WYQ8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/sxI8hCdAAyM/s400/SDC10585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-5407789201388822093?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/5407789201388822093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=5407789201388822093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/5407789201388822093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/5407789201388822093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-concept-1-big-bs.html' title='1 Concept, 1 Big BS'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SxqHK_VQLcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gy-6to7RZIg/s72-c/blackwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-3747844623121523587</id><published>2009-11-15T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:28:32.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke up to the distinct sound of bellowing exhaust roars. By listening to the almost monster-like rumbling, I could tell that those cars aren't your typical 'Ah Beng' souped-up Proton Wiras. At first I didn't bother to know what was going on but trying to get back to sleep proved futile because the cars were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes later an excited brother came banging on my door asking me to get out and look at the action outside. While still half-asleep, I peered out my room window and saw this: *look below*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlpnlTFdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/nQnhF_rGiWg/s1600-h/SDC10503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlpnlTFdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/nQnhF_rGiWg/s400/SDC10503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404360949774882258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tuner cars all the way down the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlZTTymaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jIszJdxi4ok/s1600-h/SDC10504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlZTTymaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jIszJdxi4ok/s400/SDC10504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404360669454834082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bunch of 350Z's (same model but different kits and colours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlZN4FDvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_Dd2qF5fOfU/s1600-h/SDC10505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlZN4FDvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_Dd2qF5fOfU/s400/SDC10505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404360667996425970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mitsubishi Evo7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlYxxGe-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/kFXK7_qtgko/s1600-h/SDC10508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlYxxGe-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/kFXK7_qtgko/s400/SDC10508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404360660450966498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nissan 350Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlYVvAzxI/AAAAAAAAAas/ExzJVdSo9QU/s1600-h/SDC10509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlYVvAzxI/AAAAAAAAAas/ExzJVdSo9QU/s400/SDC10509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404360652926013202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mitsubishi Evo10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlYOjIjKI/AAAAAAAAAak/2zhHDCM3Zjs/s1600-h/SDC10510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlYOjIjKI/AAAAAAAAAak/2zhHDCM3Zjs/s400/SDC10510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404360650997140642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Again...350Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some nosing around uncovered that the spectacular car convoy was for a neighbour's wedding. I stood there dumbstruck watching those works of art lined up all the way from the top right down to the foot of the hill. In total, there were close to 30 of them waiting to escort the bride and I presume that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the cars were owned by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why? Each car bears the same registration numbers '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;8282&lt;/span&gt;' which I discovered while looking at these pictures. Plus, they even have police outriders escorting the convoy to prevent potential car-thieves from assaulting the madly expensive vehicles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So today's lucky number for Magnum 4D, 8282. Make sure all of you buy BIG!! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-3747844623121523587?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3747844623121523587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=3747844623121523587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3747844623121523587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3747844623121523587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/11/surreal.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SwAlpnlTFdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/nQnhF_rGiWg/s72-c/SDC10503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-7208398557218781485</id><published>2009-11-11T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:18:11.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its always &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt; when the two boys get bored at home. Now that Ron's final exam is over as well, the time of dismantling and meddling with stuff begins again. Maybe its because I can't stand seeing things in their original condition, so that explains the tinkering around especially with electronics and sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you can see, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Project II&lt;/span&gt; has several meanings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. This would be our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; ICE (In-Car-Entertainment) system install.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; people are involved in performing the installation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. The entire job has to be successfully completed within &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; weeks. (My holidays only last that long)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're replacing this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvpbiBEBPQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NOs3MFUSwOo/s400/Clarion+PX-1693A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvpbidDtc3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/2uHOJboARBY/s1600-h/DVD+off.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvpbidDtc3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/2uHOJboARBY/s400/DVD+off.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402731350458200946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Svpbisy8NqI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bVvv0OsgBvQ/s400/DVD+on.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&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="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&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="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&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="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Svpbi3EIHnI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ksTZYbHYTeM/s1600-h/LCD+Test.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Svpbi3EIHnI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ksTZYbHYTeM/s400/LCD+Test.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402731357439270514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvpbjELb3HI/AAAAAAAAAac/dm0JgZltp8A/s1600-h/ISO+Mount.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvpbjELb3HI/AAAAAAAAAac/dm0JgZltp8A/s400/ISO+Mount.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402731360959585394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ISO Mount, not clamp brackets... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-7208398557218781485?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/7208398557218781485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=7208398557218781485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7208398557218781485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7208398557218781485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/11/project-ii.html' title='Project II'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvpbiBEBPQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NOs3MFUSwOo/s72-c/Clarion+PX-1693A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-6985771682166192486</id><published>2009-11-07T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:38:31.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some eye candy =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvVj3840XKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/oR5NNnye79U/s1600-h/13543_103834319633178_100000198304669_107198_4688148_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvVj3840XKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/oR5NNnye79U/s400/13543_103834319633178_100000198304669_107198_4688148_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401333140989172898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'mon you gotta be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;proud &lt;/span&gt;of that!! I know I am... ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many of you are willing to do more than what your obligations are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I daresay only a handful are like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;her*&lt;/span&gt;... Now THATs &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;LEFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;!! Hee~&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/6785193446683992541-6985771682166192486?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/6985771682166192486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=6985771682166192486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/6985771682166192486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/6985771682166192486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-eye-candy.html' title='some eye candy =)'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvVj3840XKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/oR5NNnye79U/s72-c/13543_103834319633178_100000198304669_107198_4688148_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-538956107024512739</id><published>2009-11-06T18:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:35:05.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art 8 HRA 1998: Figure it out &gt;=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First things first... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;YAHHH&lt;/span&gt;~ the exams are finally behind me!! Me blogging right after rushing home from Brickfields is a sure sign of eagerness. For the record, we shall speak nothing of the papers that have come and gone. Let the results in January speak for themselves as I have no idea of describing how I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One happy thing today... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;OLD TOWN COFFEE&lt;/span&gt; is finally next to BAC!! We knew they were coming a few weeks ago after seeing the shop design and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt; although there was no signboard up yet. Finally today, while walking to college I saw the shop up and running!! Guess the opening ceremony was today as there were a whole array of flower bouquets at the entrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharp at 5 p.m after the exam, we wanted to give the new shop a try. Mostly because someone else was feeling generous and offered to treat us to coffee. *smirks* But sadly, I couldn't join them due to the fact that I had to rush back home. As you people know KL, the crawl starts anytime from 4 p.m onwards so to prevent getting stuck at the jam's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;peak&lt;/span&gt; I decided to leave as soon as I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its surreal to know that AS level is finally over and when term resumes on the 30th of November, the next and final part will resume. As for the time being, I'm in a temporary vacuum of freedom and this opportunity better be appreciated as A2 is known to be treacherous. For these coming weeks, oh do we have plans... *smirks again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will know what I'm up to in the coming posts... No its not college assignments (we didn't get any). Its my own label of '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;' so check it out. &gt;=3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a little something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvP9qUOjqXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/rLBGnQKwhTU/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvP9qUOjqXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/rLBGnQKwhTU/s400/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400939281573456242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note that this picture wasn't planned in advance nor were we aware that they were taken. Although this is a clear breach of privacy, it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;DOES&lt;/span&gt; depict us in our most hardworking state so its pretty cool. p/s: check out that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;DEDICATED &lt;/span&gt;face of mine!! HahAhaHA!! ^-^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo credits to Nicole LTY. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left: Koghelan, Hardworking, Dexter (butt shot), Kar Mun (partially hidden) and Zen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-538956107024512739?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/538956107024512739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=538956107024512739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/538956107024512739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/538956107024512739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-8-hra-1998-figure-it-out.html' title='Art 8 HRA 1998: Figure it out &gt;=)'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SvP9qUOjqXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/rLBGnQKwhTU/s72-c/DSC00054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-4818124379427291159</id><published>2009-11-04T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:46:30.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right To Be Pissed</title><content type='html'>Dr. Chanteney-&lt;div&gt; "How you will find the paper this Friday depends on what you do with these last few days."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, due to the overwhelming requests to have this place updated *yeah right* I've decided to allocate some time this morning to do it. Besides, I've got some controversial issues to spit out here. *smirks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we begin, I'm not angry nor am I upset. The Godforsaken right to be pissed is at my disposal but I'm not exercising it. Some of you may know the person who I'm about to refer to, some may not. If there is a dying need to know, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; and I might answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say that the incidents were shocking to me as they were already predicted and anticipated. It was only a matter of where, when and how they were going to take place and ultimately, what was the likely outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially I felt really confined and helpless due to the fact that all I could do was stand and watch from the sidelines as the events unfurled. The feeling was almost like a prisoner thrashing and shrieking wanting out of his cell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was virtually nothing I could do to intervene apart from the occasional thoughts of confronting him. But of course, that would have only made matters worse for the both of us. By now, those of you who already know the issue should be able to identify '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I really wanted to humiliate him, I would have gladly included his picture here but I'm giving him a chance to stand down and walk away. Here's the thing that inspired me to do a rather lengthy write-up. How can someone unknowingly step into the space of others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Firstly&lt;/span&gt;:  When you are a newcomer, start mellow and don't go poking around into the unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;: Don't be over-confident and think that every girl you go after WILL find you interesting.                For all you know, there may be some just like me who think that my dog's ass looks                        better that your sorry face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt;:    When you just got to know someone, don't misread the signals and go all "Oh mai                            GAWD~ I friggin' think she likes me!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Fourth&lt;/span&gt;:  Don't be so pathetically desperate and start making all sorts of blog posts about you and                 your make-believe girl, hoping that she would read them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Fifth&lt;/span&gt;:      Even if you ARE desperate, please do your homework. Ask around! With the Internet                     making it so easy to find information, I can't believe that you were clueless. Check if                       'your' girl already has a guy damn it!! Do you really think every girl is single?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sadly there is no handbook on earth that lists down those steps like I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I hoped that things would stay in the status quo, they didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not mind when he wanted to know her better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept calm when he tried to spend time with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remained silent when he said things about her that irks me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought nothing about him being obsessed over her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the above are my efforts at being a partner who is open-minded and not overbearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;confessing&lt;/span&gt; is one thing that really crossed the line this time. This disregards my existence as if nothing was in the way. Not once, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe he knows about who I am, maybe not. But if he does, it would mean that he deliberately wants to challenge me. If the latter is true, I'm willing to face it at all costs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: One more wrong move kid, you'll wish you joined Form 6 in other schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Random: Why must my existence be kept even from him? Can't he be told straight out?&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/6785193446683992541-4818124379427291159?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/4818124379427291159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=4818124379427291159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4818124379427291159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4818124379427291159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-to-be-pissed.html' title='The Right To Be Pissed'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-7338311510730883462</id><published>2009-10-18T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:43:31.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets get this over with</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Pass this tag to ten people: *I hate this part of tags*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Carmen Yen&lt;br /&gt;2. Ronnie Tan&lt;br /&gt;3. Amirul Ashraf&lt;br /&gt;4. Stephanie Lee&lt;br /&gt;5. Ke Xin&lt;br /&gt;6. Chui Kheng *u don't even have a blog*&lt;br /&gt;7. Hor Yan&lt;br /&gt;8. Ming Wei *also no damn blog*&lt;br /&gt;9. Cai Fung *even worse*&lt;br /&gt;10. Michelle *Ke Xin's sis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Would you date number 5?&lt;br /&gt; - aww~ I'm not gay. sorry =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Number 2 just got in a car crash.How do you react?&lt;br /&gt; - OMG!! Have u been drifting with that piece of junk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.You see number 9 with your boy/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt; - Cina apek lu ahh. CK!! Can't u keep him leashed to a pole or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;4.You come home and your room has been ransacked number 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; - Hahaha!! WTF?!! Underwear thief! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Number 1 is acting weird....&lt;br /&gt; - Call and check. I got her on speed dial OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Numbers 3 and 8 decided to give 10 a haircut.&lt;br /&gt; - Going bald for charity? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Number 7 just got tickets for him/her and you to go to a concert.&lt;br /&gt; - Is it Jay Chou? Front row seats? Backstage pass? No ah? Then no need lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Number 10 takes you to a bar.&lt;br /&gt; - She'll be stopped at the door while I walk in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Number 4 has to move to the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt; - Byeeee~!! Don't forget to send me your wedding invitations!! ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.You and number 8 are being chased by the cops for an unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt; - I'm not surprised. Guess they think I'm his accomplice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Number 7 and you are sitting on the couch watching a movie when he/her wrap his/her arm around you.&lt;br /&gt; - Here take this: *PIAK!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Number 5 asks you out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt; - Fuiyooh!! Char Kuay Teow? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Number 9 and you are sitting on a bus.&lt;br /&gt; - ON the bus?!!! What?! We didn't pay enough to sit INSIDE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Number 6 calls you in the middle of the night because he/she can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt; - #&amp;amp;@$&amp;amp;#@!! Your clock follows USA time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Your walking with someone and number 6 runs up and tackles you to the ground from behind.&lt;br /&gt; - Can meh? Don't hurt yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;16.Number 1 is crying one day and you ask him/her why and it seems their boy/girlfriend has dumped them.&lt;br /&gt; - Who designed this tag? =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Number 2 offers to bake you a meal.As you sit in the other room,the kitchen is suddenly aflame.&lt;br /&gt; - Woohoo!! Dinner AND fire show! =D *clap clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Number 5 comes to your door one day holding a koala.&lt;br /&gt; - Aww~ Your kid turned out beautiful =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Number 3 just got you an X-Box.&lt;br /&gt; - Ok time to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Number 9 challenges you to a children's card game.&lt;br /&gt; - Leemeelone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;21.Number 1 thinks she's overweight.&lt;br /&gt; - NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;22.Number 7 looks lonely.&lt;br /&gt; - zzzZZZzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Number 2 asks you rudely to go leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt; - HER? After 17 years I finally discovered that he is my sister. =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Numbers 5 and 3 decide to throw a surprise party for you.&lt;br /&gt; - At MOS Sunway? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Number 6 decide to dye her hair black.&lt;br /&gt; - From black to ultra black!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Number 2 tells you she is going to go out for a while,and then later you hear about a shooting.&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; again?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.You catch number 9 by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;self crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; - Eh akua... my tissue habislah sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Numbers 1,3,5 and 6 all tackle you at one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Now what did I do? &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I'm done!! Yessss! Btw, its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;not compulsory&lt;/span&gt; for you guys to do this tag. I did it because I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FORCED&lt;/span&gt; to. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-7338311510730883462?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/7338311510730883462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=7338311510730883462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7338311510730883462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7338311510730883462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-get-this-over-with.html' title='Lets get this over with'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-2996709933973083479</id><published>2009-10-12T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:28:29.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down, 1 more to go!!*</title><content type='html'>Fuhh!! Damn was today nerve-racking!! Its funny how I actually felt way more tense today then I did during my STPM. Maybe its because of all the blood and sweat  put into it. *booooo*&lt;div&gt;Anyways, due to my semangat'ness this morning, I actually set out to BAC at 10 a.m when the exam wasn't due until 1 p.m! No actually I was worried that there might be that IDIOT traffic jam again on Jln. Loke Yew. Did I mention that hate seeing other cars on the road besides mine? Yes I am THAT passive when it comes to driving. Why? I blame YOU Malaysian motorists! When got car collision...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt;...When got lorry tip over...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt;...when see police stop other cars...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt;...When see Raymond...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt;! Enough already!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, back to today's episode. I wanna say a heartfelt thanks to the guys at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Park Safe &lt;/span&gt;for letting me park in that weird spot. When I got there the whole lot was FULL and they had to turn away a few other cars as there were no vacant spots. But that Indian guy knew I was a regular so he just let me park in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;middle lane&lt;/span&gt;. NICE!! ^-^ RM3 per entry and great customer service!! *woots*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to do some last minute flipping-through proved futile because the whole bunch of LLB students were hogging the lobby and talking like its their father's college! Plus while I occupied a table by myself, there was this bunch of clowns who I presume don't know that deodorants exist came and sat without my consent. The moment they came, my lunch went out the window. Want it clear from me? Okay. They &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;STINK LIKE MONKEY CRAP&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! If you're reading this, I spotted that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;BBK&lt;/span&gt; while he came out of his Criminal Law class. I dunno if he saw me or not. Maybe he was worried that I might yell '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BBK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' in the lobby and kill his reputation among the gals there. *evil smirk* I'm having the 'mens rea' already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the headlines, I somehow had a gut feeling that HE was going to be chucked to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Koponas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; 2A &lt;/span&gt;for the Law Paper 1 examinations. The rest of us namely Hiz, Zen and myself were at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;BAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt; 4A&lt;/span&gt;! (my favourite as the air-conditioning is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;KILLER&lt;/span&gt; and the hall is much more lively) Maybe he was overly anxious or something and wanted to make himself happy but his ceaseless chatter about not reading to much like us was really starting to annoy me. When we cross-checked our entry dockets with the seating allocations, he couldn't find his name in our hall and said "AIYOO~ Dei what is this laa? I'm in Koponas 2A!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take that! Mwahahaha!! Ooops =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Paper 1, I'm happy to report that out of 3 questions, 2 of them were answered with aplomb!! *so much for self-comforting* T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing that everybody else decided to "hui jia" right after Paper 1 and ignored the evening class, it was 'cancelled'. Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ke Xin came over from Koponas and menumpang my flying carpet home as I decided to leave too. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else is there to blab on? Uhh, nope. I guess that wraps it up! Till the next time... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I learned at lunch with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joolyone.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jooly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; + Black Pepper + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tomato Ketchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;FUHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;!! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; + Chocolate Sundae= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;?! How is that possible? O.o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-2996709933973083479?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/2996709933973083479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=2996709933973083479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2996709933973083479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2996709933973083479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-down-1-more-to-go.html' title='1 down, 1 more to go!!*'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-7124923413357652072</id><published>2009-10-07T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:03:23.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh~ Its Here- PMR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hehehe~ although mine was 5 year back, this time its her turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So this post shall be a special dedication to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CARMEN YEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;GoOd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;LuCk&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: medium;"&gt;for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-7124923413357652072?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/7124923413357652072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=7124923413357652072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7124923413357652072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7124923413357652072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahh-its-here-pmr.html' title='Ahh~ Its Here- PMR!!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-1942154377163063240</id><published>2009-10-07T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:04:05.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable Nutters</title><content type='html'>Yes I know that my blog has seemed to be M.I.A. for the last month without a single update. So here's at least something for you people. Before I continue...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"something is better than nothing." - Raja Singham (a very large man)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically it has been a maddening few weeks as the finals loom right ahead and the lecturers frantically drilling our poor brains. Revision classes similar to today's where we attend lectures from sunrise to sundown have been persistent all week. But seriously if you did a time-lapsed video shoot of us in the lecture hall, we would be slumped on the chairs while the sun glided across the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Could it be that exam fever has impaired my natural sense of humour? I used to laugh at whatever lame joke that people throw at me. But this afternoon as I walked into the hall, this girl from the February P/T intake who was usually quiet said jokingly "No one sells prawns here." after I said "hullo!" (cantonese knowledge required here). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess what? I took 5 seconds to get it and just continued walking past with a "what the hell was that all about?" look. Even &lt;a href="http://joolyone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kexin&lt;/a&gt; who was there actually got the joke! What's with this?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahh~ A special community message brought to you by the mentioned person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"In Brickfields, try to avoid snacking on those chinese kuih things (I dunno what are they called exactly). Basically they are flour coated dough balls that contain pounded peanuts and sugar. I presume they are Chinese in origin. But I shall refer to them as the 'powdered sweet nut balls' for now (please correct me soon as the name sounds REALLY wrong!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But yes, as Kexin experienced first hand, she got a stomach ache almost right after she ingested those things. OK chill people the cause is actually her gastric problems but somtimes its nice to put the blame on something. Mwahahah~ =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides eating, there were other nut-cases too. There was this bast@#% 'thambi' who was so bored I guess so he decided to text the lecturer who was conducting the revision session and the message read "dei everyone sleeping oredi la, give a break pls". WTF right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-1942154377163063240?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/1942154377163063240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=1942154377163063240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1942154377163063240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1942154377163063240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/10/unbelievable-nutters.html' title='Unbelievable Nutters'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-8055641780885441035</id><published>2009-08-26T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:01:12.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Within me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is this even happening? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm upset over an issue which many consider as petty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends keep saying to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"chill Ray, its nothing... you're thinking too much!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"don't worry about it man... take it easy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mind is still running,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jumping at every possibility,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dashing from end to end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bombarded with uncertainty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What has gotten into me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this what they call jealousy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because when I stumbled upon it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;emotions just flared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt like hitting somebody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This may be my defending reaction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instilled within this being,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the day one of creation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to shower my special someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Care&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Support&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Protection&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However was I right to query?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;firing questions after questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making her feel topsy turvy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this me being silly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or just losing touch with reality...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Composed by Raymond)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Whoever copies this makes it look like their own work is a friggin' loser! Make due credits to the composer and I won't mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-8055641780885441035?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8055641780885441035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=8055641780885441035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8055641780885441035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8055641780885441035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/08/irrationality-plays-with-my-mind.html' title='Within me'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-4861015606746070512</id><published>2009-08-20T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:15:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A near miss... I hate u red hats!!</title><content type='html'>I knew this was bound to happen. It was just a matter of when...&lt;div&gt;But well, it is a price I have to be willing to pay for taking chances like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you guys were wondering what horrible thing I have done...NO its not what it looks like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially to the 'senget' minded readers such as CK, Amirul etc... Don't misinterpret me! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK for those of you who are unaware, me and a couple of classmates from college have found 'new' parking spots. Technically, those aren't legally allocated parking areas. They're by the roadside!! Given their strategic location being right outside the college, we found them awfully convenient. So, we have been parking in such a manner for the last couple of weeks. It didn't happen in one shot though. First to attempt the daring act was the guy sitting beside me during lectures, an Indian dude my age named Koghelen who works in Astro (and gets FREE Astro too). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing that his car was fine after several days of parking, I followed suit soon enough. It didn't end there. Other aunties and a bunch of guys from class were observing us and after some time, I noticed their cars lined up behind mine as well. Even the newcomer kid, Dexter eventually got influenced by us *naughty naughty*. I guess everyone was damn pissed with the cut-throat rates of the blood-sucking YMCA a_ _ _ _ _es (fill in the blanks kids!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, the 'Geng Kereta Tepi Jalan' of Brickfields Asia College (June 2009 Intake) parked happily at that spot for several weeks until yesterday when I saw what should have been an early warning sign for me. As we were having coffee on the highest floor, our entire stretch of cars on the street outside was visible. Suddenly, the sight of 3 uniformed police personnel caught my attention. They were walking in a awkwardly casual manner on the sidewalk while staring suspiciously at the illegally parked vehicles. One of my friends got worried and asked me if they were going to issue parking tickets, but seeing that they were empty handed, I just passed them off as tourist police (I regret that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward the story by 24 hours... I was arriving for class again the very next day at precisely 6.25p.m. One strange factor that should have alerted me was the relatively deserted street next to my college. Usually it takes quite some effort and patience to finally get a nice spot to squeeze into. Anyway, this ignorant guy just locked the car and crossed the street. Almost like a nightmare, I spotted this dude in front of me after crossing the road.(look below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/So4Zjjp2U9I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Ea4qihgraq4/s400/m_02taxi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For your info, thats not my car thank God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were three of them. One guy who I presume to be the leader judging by the red beret he was wearing. The other two guys just wore ordinary black ones. Red-head was a fat pot-bellied police man who had a face that looked like he wouldn't give a damn even if I slammed his nose with that thick law book I had clenched in my hand. Meanwhile, the human meatball was scribbling car number plates on his summons pad and clamping copies under the windshield wipers. I immediately turned around, dashed back to my car, sped off and started calling up classmates who have already parked there. Within a few seconds, I could see them dashing out of the entrance and literally jumping into their cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They joined me in a convoy and we circled the surrounding area to see if the police guys dispersed. Guess what? They didn't (I hate them buggers).  So once again, "all are welcome". (refer to an older post if you want to know what 'all are welcome" means)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, that experience was pretty cool. Anyone else up for a game of cat and mouse? Kidding :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-4861015606746070512?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/4861015606746070512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=4861015606746070512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4861015606746070512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4861015606746070512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/08/near-miss-i-hate-u-red-hats.html' title='A near miss... I hate u red hats!!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/So4Zjjp2U9I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Ea4qihgraq4/s72-c/m_02taxi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-3194716753270754382</id><published>2009-08-06T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:52:14.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woof Woof! Wanna be like me? =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snr5KMuoOJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9GraWPi04tw/s400/tiger.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meet Tiger... The grumpy pug faced Shih Tzu. Voted by me &amp;amp; Ron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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: left;"&gt;Already dead tired from that wedding, two zombified guys could still hobble across the street to another friends house for a crash in visit. Luckily I was still lugging the camera around because they let their two 'kids' out to play. The two &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;boy's*&lt;/span&gt; came running like thunder down the stairs and greeted everyone. One thing's for sure, they SUCK BIG TIME as guard dogs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look below and imagine the dog reacting like that to a thief......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;*I have to make a little disclaimer about the word 'boy'. The two dogs were born as males but at present, technically they cannot be classified as boys any longer. Heheh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snr5J4K60rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fPw_h3M9aYc/s1600-h/toby2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snr5J4K60rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fPw_h3M9aYc/s400/toby2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366875854057689778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Say HI to Toby, the cute kid and everyone's favourite... Always jeering at people with his tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snr5JuGUZUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/XlKqovyGx9I/s1600-h/tiger2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snr5JuGUZUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/XlKqovyGx9I/s400/tiger2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366875851354039618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone likes Toby way~ better. So Tiger just watches from a corner and starts to merajuk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snr5JLAXzzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nucZZHbvsm4/s1600-h/toby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snr5JLAXzzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nucZZHbvsm4/s400/toby.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366875841933856562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Toby again!! See why I like him better? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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: left;"&gt;Many of you must be wondering why does Toby keep sticking his tongue out of his mouth. Well, he was born with a unusually long tongue thats why. But I think it adds to his cute factor and coupled with his BIG black eyes, he is always the crowd favorite. And the lifestyle of these guys, I dare to admit that they have it better than some kids do today. They have an air-conditioned (running 24/7) room upstairs, sleep on a king sized bed with their own toilet to boot!(they do use it) Jealous already? Wait, it gets better... Every two weeks they go to a pets saloon for fur trimming and treatment plus a dog spa. Their owner doesn't seem to mind footing a RM180 bill for every visit. Oh crap, my dogs are so gonna maul me if they find out about what these guys have!! They don't read blogs do they? =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snr5I_8Z_oI/AAAAAAAAAX0/39U1QE32M0Y/s1600-h/furly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snr5I_8Z_oI/AAAAAAAAAX0/39U1QE32M0Y/s400/furly.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366875838964432514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our little Snow White at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we got home, Furly greeted us as we got down from the car. She looked really excited so Ron yanked the ribbon off the car's side mirror and tied it on her. She didn't mind that, as usual and even posed for a picture! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-3194716753270754382?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3194716753270754382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=3194716753270754382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3194716753270754382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3194716753270754382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/08/woof-woof-wanna-be-like-me.html' title='Woof Woof! Wanna be like me? =)'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snr5KMuoOJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9GraWPi04tw/s72-c/tiger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-2453996040568748427</id><published>2009-08-05T14:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:22:22.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being part of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a peculiar feeling of deja vu when I was at Auntie Grace's (close friends of my parents) place. The interior did not change a single bit since the last time I was there. And mind you, that 'last time' was at least 8 years back!! It reminded me of the time when I was a kid running around hyper-actively around the place during parties with their maid frantically trying to 'tame' me. Finally now in year 2009, their only son, Jonathan is getting married. To be honest, I don't know much about the guy besides having faint memories of bugging him when he was a teen (hey I was a kid known for being hyper!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So if I don't really know him, then what am I getting busy over the occasion for? Well, 2 weeks prior to the wedding, Auntie Grace told my mom that the groom's entourage lacked a few guys and asked if she could "borrow your two young men". Ron and I ended up asking the same question: "what the heck are we supposed to do?!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our task was pretty simple. Just drive in the convoy and tag along with whatever they have to do next. At 7.30 a.m. on Sunday morning, I pulled up at the groom's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its kinda awkward when someone knows you but you don't know them. As I walked in the gate, a well dressed guy standing on the driveway shook my hand and mentioned my name. I had no idea that he was Jonathan until my mom introduced us. He recognises me but too bad his face didn't ring any bells in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkrCTQLD2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/qCB5AtSOVFg/s400/730Li.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The bridal car- a BMW 730Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkrxP1Kp8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/pC-6Seo7re8/s400/ml320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy with nothing better to do&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;When the 'dai kum gor' (master of ceremonies) announced that the time was auspicious to set off to the bride's home in Sea Park, the so-called entourage of 'young men' got into their respective cars. The camera crew hitched a ride with us as there was only me and Ron in the car. As I tailed the bridal car (which was cruising really fast!), I noticed that the dude handling the wedding decorations HAD to tie an unsightly pink ribbon on my side mirror and obstruct my view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Without having that mirror to see if there were any cars beside me, I was practically relying on 'the force' to steer. If Skywalker could pull it off, why can't I do the same huh? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, once we hit the highway, the video guy in the backseat asked if I could pull up right next to the bridal car and cruise side by side for him to shoot some footage. When the lanes were clear, I floored it, swerved out of my lane and zoomed past the rest of the convoy all they way up to the front. At the same time, video dude opened the window and leaned almost half of his body out while dangling the RM10,000+ Panasonic HD camcorder just above the road surface. (the mad things these guys will do just to get a nice angle!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I believe the footage would have been a spectacular one if the bridal car's driver didn't screw up. As I was sticking next to the car, it suddenly started to slow down so we had to do the same. As a result, both cars were eventually doing 30 km/h on a highway and there was a long queue of cars behind me. Strangely, none of them honked or tried to overtake my car. Probably it was the sight of the video guy dangling outside that made them curious as to what was happening. Why did the bridal car slow down to a crawl in the first place? Well, the old Indian uncle driving the thing had no idea that we wanted a side by side shot and he slowed down to give us a front view. WTH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing worth elaborating about the arrival and proceedings at the bride's house. As traditional Chinese wedding customs have it, the bride's family would plan a whole array of challenges of which the groom and his entourage must overcome in order to claim his beloved. A few candid shots will show what we faced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snkqb4oLnYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/-_5_98rCyUw/s1600-h/SDC15643.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snkqb4oLnYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/-_5_98rCyUw/s400/SDC15643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366367089534410114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The groom sang the national anthem. He is to blame if it rained on Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkqbXTq03I/AAAAAAAAAXE/DGvnDyqIYCQ/s1600-h/SDC15646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkqbXTq03I/AAAAAAAAAXE/DGvnDyqIYCQ/s400/SDC15646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366367080590005106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They even made the groom's best-man wave the flag on the middle of the roa&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkqbJLLKoI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lYANuKMagIQ/s1600-h/SDC15651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkqbJLLKoI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lYANuKMagIQ/s400/SDC15651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366367076796279426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Still refusing to open the front door&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkqaqVwgqI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lnNT9CG2TPg/s1600-h/SDC15654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkqaqVwgqI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lnNT9CG2TPg/s400/SDC15654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366367068519170722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't know why I took this. Whats with the pinkie&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkpUwmdgTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/OYNs8VpVUPU/s1600-h/SDC15656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkpUwmdgTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/OYNs8VpVUPU/s400/SDC15656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366365867608998194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some who are well-versed in organising weddings, you would probably recognise this guy. Steven is a distinguished 'dai kum gor' in the Klang Valley who has been appointed countless times for facilitating high-profile weddings. He previously hosted a wedding custom documentary on local TV several years back. One thing that bothers me is that huge handbag (yes a female handbag!!!) that he carries and the cluster of jade ornaments worn by him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkpUh9gsJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BKDDDCQTlQ4/s1600-h/beemer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkpUh9gsJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BKDDDCQTlQ4/s400/beemer2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366365863679144082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heading back to bas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On the way back to the groom's place, we attempted to do the same shot as the one we failed earlier. Guess what happened? The elderly uncle slowed the car down...AGAIN, which made me give up any further attempts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkpUdARrOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7EqehIoLXLw/s1600-h/beemer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkpUdARrOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7EqehIoLXLw/s400/beemer3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366365862348565730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Arrival at the house. This time with an extra person! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkpTw2xiWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/10ldowQU8WE/s1600-h/eternal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkpTw2xiWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/10ldowQU8WE/s400/eternal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366365850497550690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The flower girls sprinkling...well, flowers! Petals to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkpTqEpGwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/qQHWrybbrHQ/s1600-h/SDC15673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkpTqEpGwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/qQHWrybbrHQ/s400/SDC15673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366365848676670210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone trying to get a view of the tea ceremony in the h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnknuPjjXWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/g0vVIJ3zuUc/s1600-h/SDC15675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnknuPjjXWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/g0vVIJ3zuUc/s400/SDC15675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366364106391772514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Father mother...minumlah&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkntzmCzMI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AIVf7EdkB8w/s1600-h/SDC15682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkntzmCzMI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AIVf7EdkB8w/s400/SDC15682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366364098886028482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grandpa grandma...also minumlah&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkntpzgXFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_r9nK26YRSw/s1600-h/SDC15685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkntpzgXFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_r9nK26YRSw/s400/SDC15685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366364096258137170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The kid's an amateur!!! =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkntapIVzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-jX1wG_r6GI/s1600-h/SDC15684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkntapIVzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-jX1wG_r6GI/s400/SDC15684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366364092188088114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wanna see the real stuff? Watch and learn kiddo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snkns6VjyDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/u4nEHI3P7zc/s1600-h/SDC15687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Snkns6VjyDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/u4nEHI3P7zc/s400/SDC15687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366364083516065842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eh? More drinkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;g?! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-2453996040568748427?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/2453996040568748427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=2453996040568748427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2453996040568748427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2453996040568748427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-part-of-it.html' title='Being part of it'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SnkrCTQLD2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/qCB5AtSOVFg/s72-c/730Li.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-8935529024959612373</id><published>2009-07-23T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:14:10.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break The Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I practically abandoned blogging for more than a month. So much so that it has become difficult to figure out something to say. Like the title reads, here I am trying to hack chunks of ice off my frozen blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you people already know, I've already started my tertiary education a.k.a. "menuju ke menara gading" (is that even correct? Tusk towers? Hehehe~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, most of us if not all are currently furthering our studies in seperate fields and institutions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A brief recap on who is where at the moment... Amirul- Taylor's College(Mass Comm), CK- HELP University College (Law), Fung- Universiti Perlis (Electronic Engineering), Ming Wei- UTAR Kampar (Banking &amp;amp; Finance), Steph- UKM (Law) and myself- BAC (Law). The unmentioned ones are probably studying locally or outstation as we have lost contact with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess everyone has settled into their new environments. I know I have. My college being smack in the middle of KL didn't need much of getting used to except for a few factors that I still can't come to terms with. Traffic is not an issue because I commute in the evenings where the crawls are on the other side of the road. Its the PARKING!!!! Sure its convenient, the lot being right next to my college and more than enough spots. Does a rate of RM2.00 for the first hour and RM1.50 for every subsequent hour sound reasonable to you? Hell &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! On average I am forking out 6.50 per day just for the parking. Who to blame? Point fingers at YMCA everyone, the cunning establishment that takes unreasonable advantage of its strategic location. The thing I hate the most about them is their stupid signboard on the roof that reads, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;all are welcome&lt;/span&gt;". There should be an addition at the end of that phrase saying "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;to get sucked by us&lt;/span&gt;". Anyways, I'm moving to another parking lot nearby that offers RM3.00 fixed rate. YMCA eat my SHOE!! Mwahahahaha~ =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Smf9nDCI1bI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ozwHsEmcJkU/s400/SDC15493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Across the street... Reasonable traffic for the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another problem would be the *cough cough* red-light district in the vicinity of the college. Everyone knows what I'm talking about right? If you're really curious, just ask me in person.*winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, it is really obvious especially on adjacent streets and back-lanes but not at the college itself. They really have the cheek to solicit business even in broad daylight like my lecturer, Kevin experienced first hand. He was walking along the street in search for a place to have lunch and a foreign lady hollered at him from across the road saying, " Abang!! Bang! Mari mari, mau amoi?". Even though that was downright hilarious, it can be an embarrassing position to be in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the minor issues, the rest is going pretty great. I was expecting law to be a dull, dead subject but it turned out to be a more to the opposite. But its about to get hectic in classes due to the swiftly approaching examinations coming up in late October. That is no monthly test but the actual exam that determines 50% of my overall score. So things will be rather fast paced in the next few weeks. I'll try to update as soon as I have some spare time. Till then, may the force be with you. Hahahahaha!! WTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Smf9myP-qoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cqIG-V86reQ/s1600-h/SDC15614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Smf9myP-qoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cqIG-V86reQ/s400/SDC15614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361532724173515394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First few steps to suing someone: Learn HOW TO! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Smf9md2CntI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HXez2y9fR3c/s1600-h/SDC15615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Smf9md2CntI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HXez2y9fR3c/s400/SDC15615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361532718696013522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Highlighters, my newfound friends... makes notes way more readable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P/S: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;BeSt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;LuCk&lt;/span&gt; to my dear princess Carmen for her trial exam begins tomorrow!! Lets hope that you'll score your much sought-after A's~^-^&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/6785193446683992541-8935529024959612373?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8935529024959612373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=8935529024959612373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8935529024959612373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8935529024959612373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/07/break-ice.html' title='Break The Ice'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Smf9nDCI1bI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ozwHsEmcJkU/s72-c/SDC15493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-3526944313154280269</id><published>2009-06-19T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:14:37.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kepala Otak Kau!!!</title><content type='html'>Good evening boys and girls!! I hope all of you are doing okay today. Everyone in a jolly mood? ^-^ Well, thats too bad because you are about to hear me saying that the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Ministry of Higher Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;!!! Yes, all the people working in the damn organization &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SUCK&lt;/span&gt;!!! The whole thing is crawling with good-for-nothing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BIASED&lt;/span&gt; crooks!! I think some may already know the reason to my sudden outburst. Yes, the UPU results have been released.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I visited the website last night, the stupid thing said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Keputusan Permohonan Kemasukan Ke IPTA Lepasan STPM/Setaraf Sesi Akademik 2009/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style1" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- mulai 19 Jun 2009 11.00 pagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, fair enough. Then this morning, I waited so eagerly like damn semangat want to know the results. Time was passing so slowly that I even had to watch movies to calm my nerves. At the last minute, the release time was suddenly altered to 12pm. WTH!!! We already gave you several months to get everything ready and now you need an extra hour?!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SAMPAT&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? These occurrences really demonstrate how incompetent our education ministry is in handling its affairs. I mean, look at the USM incident!! Is it actually possible to make such a big blunder like that? Muhyiddin please check your office staff!! Who is doing the work at the desks? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;DONKEYS&lt;/span&gt; ahh?!!!! So when I finally logged in during the afternoon, it took several attempts to get in because the servers were practically clogged with people like me. If you saw me, you would have sworn that my mouse wouldn't survive because I was banging the 'page refresh' button like there was no tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few moments... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;!!! I managed to get in. But &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FAILURE&lt;/span&gt;!!! I wasn't selected for the IPTA programme. Honestly, it didn't hit me hard in the face. You could say I already saw this coming. An outcome like this was to be expected. Why? Because well, its really not easy to secure yourself a spot in a local institution. You can say that they don't allocate opportunities for certain people whole-heartedly, if you know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway to a few of my lucky friends, CoNgRaTuLaTiOnS!! And to those who are in the same boat as myself, don't feel down. Its not the time to give up yet. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-3526944313154280269?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3526944313154280269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=3526944313154280269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3526944313154280269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3526944313154280269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/06/kepala-otak-kau.html' title='Kepala Otak Kau!!!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-1651150645300990868</id><published>2009-06-18T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:24:19.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Fits of Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its been quite some time since I blogged. Normally I'll have at least one post per week, but its already been two and still no post. Why? Well, there hasn't been much happening lately that is worth blogging about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you, blogging is somewhat similar to art. Without any form of inspiration, one can never come up with a post competent enough to keep readers entertained. As a result, readers will find themselves reading a pointless and dry story and wonders in which direction is the blogger heading to exactly. (that is if you even bother to continue reading the darned thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? Thats what is crossing your mind as you read this. Hahaha!! But please, bear with me. I realize that I'm crapping now. Ok, this week's post is to fill the void left behind by my recent inactivity. Besides a few jobs I worked on throughout the past few weeks, the rest of it was left to bumming at home. Soooooo, what would you do when an entire day is at your disposal? BUT, here's the catch. The stack of more than 30 PS2 DVD games don't appeal to you anymore AND after 30 thumb-numbing minutes of channel surfing, still... Noooooooooo!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds pathetic doesn't it? So it was OFF with the idiot box!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Messing around with Facebook provided some temporary relief. I know I made myself sound like a junkie. Suddenly, there was this urge to get out and do some random photo shoots. Yes, Facebook definitely played a part in that decision. I guess the influence came after viewing shots from cousin KK's model shoot. Besides, the blazing afternoon sun was coupled with a warm yellowish glow, which provided a nice touch to the lighting conditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, two severely fun-deprived guys set out with all their gear and tried to come back with some nice shots. Sad isn't it? What boredom can do to your head. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few hours, there were some end results that we think might be decent. But I will not indulge in self-praise. So here they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjFsnM2M7I/AAAAAAAAATk/OSwwIyJWlbQ/s400/waterfall+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjFrlOElCI/AAAAAAAAATM/0mjcJAw2RnE/s400/SDC15336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I find pebbles interesting. Help me!!! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjEdwZIMmI/AAAAAAAAATE/oxtKn-6w4FA/s400/SDC15341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bushy plants as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjFseRyDaI/AAAAAAAAATc/7fIHbVGreE0/s400/SDC15288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;decisions, decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjFsIaar3I/AAAAAAAAATU/ntDfyzfp7bI/s400/SDC15280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My life, my own mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjEdrjU4eI/AAAAAAAAAS8/okiHwzCMIfc/s1600-h/SDC15348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjEdrjU4eI/AAAAAAAAAS8/okiHwzCMIfc/s400/SDC15348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348240571688608226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Listen (ear model courtesy of Ron) xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjEdfS-QLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/iQdv1CilUjM/s1600-h/SDC15355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjEdfS-QLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/iQdv1CilUjM/s400/SDC15355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348240568398790834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? Halfway through, someone got curious after watching us lugging the tripod around. So she came over to see what was going on. Meet Furly!! The most senior among my four doggies. Why that name? Well, look at her laa!!! Underneath the scruffy look, she's a very smart girl. How often do you come across a canine that loves to pose? Aim the lens at her, she would happily stay still until the shutter clicks. Then she would trot away, wagging her tail. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjEdAp1UPI/AAAAAAAAASs/UUvXVzjqQjA/s1600-h/SDC15381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjEdAp1UPI/AAAAAAAAASs/UUvXVzjqQjA/s400/SDC15381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348240560173175026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjEchPdOuI/AAAAAAAAASk/ardyFYpQ1e4/s1600-h/SDC15384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjEchPdOuI/AAAAAAAAASk/ardyFYpQ1e4/s400/SDC15384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348240551741045474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fwuhh!! I luv glamour wehh~ xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing more to shoot outdoors, now its back in! For the following 3 shots, I think it would be difficult for you to pinpoint what the green plants are and where it was taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjCuUhSe3I/AAAAAAAAASc/-SBCfr0JpxQ/s1600-h/SDC15413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjCuUhSe3I/AAAAAAAAASc/-SBCfr0JpxQ/s400/SDC15413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348238658540567410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjCuP7y_2I/AAAAAAAAASU/j_t6s9OZhvU/s1600-h/SDC15416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjCuP7y_2I/AAAAAAAAASU/j_t6s9OZhvU/s400/SDC15416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348238657309572962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjCt-GmlhI/AAAAAAAAASM/b8GgNZS2fEU/s1600-h/SDC15417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjCt-GmlhI/AAAAAAAAASM/b8GgNZS2fEU/s400/SDC15417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348238652523058706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Any guesses yet? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjCtTQQA-I/AAAAAAAAASE/wR-GhwVal04/s1600-h/SDC15431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjCtTQQA-I/AAAAAAAAASE/wR-GhwVal04/s400/SDC15431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348238641020797922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It doesn't see much of me very often. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjCtPeql8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/w7xN3RhLd2s/s1600-h/frame+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjCtPeql8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/w7xN3RhLd2s/s400/frame+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348238640007518146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I lay here, if I just lay here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arrgh!! I just remembered. The results for my varsity application will be out tomorrow morning at 11a.m!! Keeping my fingers crossed. I really hope that, among the 8 choices, at least one or maybe 2 would be accepted. Ahhh, the butterflies again! O_o But the anxiety isn't as intense compared to a few months back when I was waiting for my STPM results. At least I'm not losing sleep over this. But still... AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-1651150645300990868?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/1651150645300990868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=1651150645300990868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1651150645300990868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1651150645300990868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-fits-of-boredom.html' title='Random Fits of Boredom'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SjjFsnM2M7I/AAAAAAAAATk/OSwwIyJWlbQ/s72-c/waterfall+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-8385090927693181892</id><published>2009-06-04T14:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:05:08.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantas Dan Garang...Yea~ go girl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we said no more Jusco, we DO mean it!! =D Heh heh, so where did we go? Of course someplace much more interesting... Mid!!! Supposed to go on Monday but just because of me, the whole thing was postponed until today. Yes I admit, FFK Lou strikes again! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woi CK!! You can remove that 'title' for me already. I didn't FFK this time arr!! -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, the transport provider this time was CK a.k.a. marabahaya! (she is so not gonna give me a ride after seeing this, hahaha!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After fetching her husband, next stop was Amirul in Taman Minang (at the traffic light opposite Restoran P.C. Chai) and finally me because well, I'm the furthest. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mirul and me were in the back seat when the roller-coaster ride began. But before we blasted off into space, please note one very important thing. Both of us &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt; buckle up because the car &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DOES NOT&lt;/span&gt; have seatbelts in the back. Luckily we DID NOT run into any &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;POLIS&lt;/span&gt; on they way or else we would have to fork out RM600 (3oo each) for that offence. (actually 50 also enough to settle geh *wiggles eyebrow*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oooh! Back to the car ride. See the title above? Pantas dan garang. Yeah~ Thats the 'pangkat' Mirul and I bestowed upon CK after experiencing her stellar diving style. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly, I've never reached Mid Valley that quickly before. New land speed record wehh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me give you a little insight on what we went through. The both of us at the back were constantly banging into each other whenever the car negotiated a corner (see the problems with no belts?). Our hearts nearly stopped a few times during the ride. But above it all, the ride was pretty entertaining. Hahahaha, yes no kidding. CK CK do it again! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't believe how packed Mid was, seeing that it was a weekday. There was barely a parking spot but thanks to CK's aggressive predator-like parking ethics, one was eventually ours. But that spot turned out to be reeeeeeeeeeeely far from the entrance (so far that we forgot where the car was parked after that). Things got even more hellish at GSC when we saw the beeline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Queues of people were zig-zagging all over the place towards the ticket counters. No choice really, because it was a Wednesday so tickets were on half price. Fung immediately got in line to purchase those tickets. Fearing that our first choice, Terminator Salvation would be sold out after seeing the crowd, we were looking at a second alternative... Monsters vs. Aliens 2! In the end, the winner was........ *drum rolls*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidybfzmhFI/AAAAAAAAARM/GCyPZRvYOPY/s400/terminator-salvation-flash-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our movie. And the look on CK's face when she's driving. Hahahahaha! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah baby! Terminator Salvation!!! Plus, we even secured really good seats! Top row, center position. My favourite! ^-^ The day gets better and better. OK tickets were in our hands, we still had more than an hour to kill before the movie. &lt;i&gt;Sooooooooo&lt;/i&gt;~ LUNCHTIME!!!!!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once again, we avoided the fast food chains and opted for proper meals. Passed McD, KFC, A&amp;amp;W and went straight to the food court which was also, haih~........packed. Looks like a whole lot of parents are bringing their kids out during the school holidays. Don't they have to work? Go back to work!!! Leave Mid to us for today( mwahahaha, I'm so mean!!). =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Decisions, decisions... Thats what I face everytime at a food court. Amirul disappeared to the Thai section and returned with a Thai rice-chicken-tomato-sauce combo thingy. He told me what it was but I forgot. Here you have a look for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnkYi_onI/AAAAAAAAARE/4DG5AyEIuBU/s400/DSC00201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nyaghrmhhh...nyom nyom nyom. I shall devour you Thai chicken!!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I opted for the Penang Prawn Noodles which turned out to be quite nice. Fung who bought from the same stall as me, came back with curry noodles. Luckily I didn't have the latter as the curry was so spicy that Fung just started sweating and his face turned red. Wooooooow!! O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnkeMZ4UI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/c9dCi-Y90CU/s400/DSC00202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Penang Har Mee... Ho liaw ahh!!! Heheheh~ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lunch was done, but....there was still time!! So we practically window shopped all over the place. Among all the shops, my favourite was and still is Pets Wonderland. I like watching the puppies. haha. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK....it was almost time for our movie. We bought the munchies and headed in. For Amirul, having a hot dog during a movie is as important as brushing his teeth. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aiyo~ It was sorta like a mistake that we entered right on time. For some reason, GSC screened almost 20 minutes worth of advertisements before starting the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So in the meantime, we had the chance to camwhore while goofing around and happened to unintentionally create a filmstrip-style short story just for you readers. Before I begin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnkLHcdjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zfrNhFnloEw/s400/DSC00203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Hold my popcorn for me laa!! I'm trying to tell a story here!", says Raymond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ah! Pass it to me la damn you...", Amirul quipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suddenly, Mirul spots a leng lui passing by in the front rows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SiedmrVvlsI/AAAAAAAAARU/Qnx7rImXe_w/s400/DSC00206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He was awestruck by that leng lui's beauty and just froze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Next, leng lui turns around and notices him gawking at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She smiles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sidnj_1XdgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/daS-MjsxDXA/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sidnj_1XdgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/daS-MjsxDXA/s400/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343353351026734594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Her smile was overwhelming and made Mirul gasp for air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Immediately, a popcorn gets sucked in and he started choking on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He keeps a straight face while feeling desperate to get it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leng lui still watching him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnF95-UlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3A5tUtOeotQ/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnF95-UlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3A5tUtOeotQ/s400/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343352835113112146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally he sticks his finger into his nostrils and manages to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pull the culprit out. Then, he was relieved and so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that he even showed it to the leng lui from his seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That was a major turn off for her so she leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amirul was devestated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-The End-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Once the movie was over, we STILL had time!! Wonder why we had so much time today. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Little did I know that Fung, CK and Mirul had an evil ploy to make me eat more. They want the chubbier Raymond back. Noooooooo!!! Never!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhh!! Get away from me! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehehehe, yeah~ we had Big Apple Donuts for tea. Bought a box of 12 pieces. So each has to eat 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnF0-Tc5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/vRlzp9s7ZLk/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnF0-Tc5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/vRlzp9s7ZLk/s400/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343352832715355026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mine: Chocoholic, Chococino and The Alien (center,1st 3 donuts from left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnFg1P0-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/s0sUoRvovcs/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnFg1P0-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/s0sUoRvovcs/s400/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343352827308659682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The ambassadors for Big Apple Donuts (M) Sdn. Bhd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnFeEpJYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fY4uxGuwqP8/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnFeEpJYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fY4uxGuwqP8/s400/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343352826567927170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't snap me CK!!! -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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:100%;"&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnFSq3NuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JlFPyIFk0SQ/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidnFSq3NuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JlFPyIFk0SQ/s400/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343352823507007202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nah snap you back!! Hahaha!! Eat donuts also need napkin. Big baby!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-8385090927693181892?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8385090927693181892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=8385090927693181892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8385090927693181892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8385090927693181892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/06/pantas-dan-garangyea-go-girl.html' title='Pantas Dan Garang...Yea~ go girl!!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SidybfzmhFI/AAAAAAAAARM/GCyPZRvYOPY/s72-c/terminator-salvation-flash-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-1138813559930930440</id><published>2009-05-29T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:17:20.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've not forgotten you... =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sh963uKkQlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Zrxnd55eJ4w/s400/SDC15058comp.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is it me or does she look the same in any pix? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&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:100%;"&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: left;"&gt;During our recent outing, we decided to get our former class teacher a little something (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;!! I admit!! We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; display some obvious favourism here. We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; prefer her from all the other teachers okay? Done!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After our movie, the four of us went around Jusco to hunt for something nice and special since Teacher's Day was just around the corner (more like the day after). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But Jusco being as it is, you can't really expect to find something awesome like at Mid Valley or Times Square. After literally raiding the entire building, we managed to stumble upon a small stall set up right outside the home department. They had these neat looking plants in tiny pots. The little things are solar powered. Put them under a sufficient light source, the leaves start flapping gently (at least, that was what it did at the shop).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When CK tried it at home, it didn't respond. Then she brought it over to check. I forgot what I did to it, but poor thing suddenly came back to life and started flapping. After I left, the damn contraption died again so we decided to call it, 'The Cacat Flower". Lets hope it works when Pn.Norishah puts it on her desk. *crosses fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, we would like to wish Pn.Norishah Bt. Awang a very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;!!! ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sh963eXlClI/AAAAAAAAAPM/FGn4sAb6zLw/s400/SDC15055comp.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Atmosphere during the celebration. And searching for Carmen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WHERE ARE YOU?!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-1138813559930930440?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/1138813559930930440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=1138813559930930440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1138813559930930440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1138813559930930440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/05/weve-not-forgotten-you-d.html' title='We&apos;ve not forgotten you... =D'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sh963uKkQlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Zrxnd55eJ4w/s72-c/SDC15058comp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-7941042307993645424</id><published>2009-05-27T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:07:06.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't-Cross-This-Line!! *draws imaginary line* -Kahmunrah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Almost everyone have already quit their holiday jobs as the UPU results release date draws closer and closer. Except for a few that is, whom have shifted to working part-time instead. Amirul quit his job at GSC Leisure Mall a couple of days ago, CK now only works on weekends in Sg.Long and Fung, well... Still teaches at SJK(C) Bt.11. As for me, I'm actually considering to point the gun at myself and pull the trigger in the next week or so (fire myself). xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So what do jobless under-grads do with their seemingly infinite amount of free time? They hang out to burn off those excess hours left ticking, or so did we. I have no idea on why Jusco Cheras Selatan keeps being our venue of choice. Is it the location or something? Because we are starting to find that place of less appeal lately. So CK suggested, the next outing shall be at someplace different. Maybe 1U or MV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway, we booked our movie tickets at TGV first before heading off to lunch. The pick was Night At The Museum 2 even though Amirul had already watched that movie four times!! Pity him lo... He practically knows every twist and turn of the storyline. Strangely he didn't mind watching it for the fifth time because he said it is really funny. Yes, after watching it, I would recommend this movie to those who have a knack for comedy flicks as the characters are real looneys. Not to mention they talk funny too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sh4GjlFggSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4tTJhfngfp8/s400/night_at_the_museum_battle_of_the_smithsonian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do they look like a serious bunch to you? So not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ahh yes, lunch time. I would say the chain of events that ensued was as funny as the movie we watched. Amirul brought us to a restaurant on the ground floor, where he worked as a chef earlier this year, to have our meal. The place is called Restoran Johnny's. It has sort of a 'high-profile' look to its settings when you first step in. With the usher acknowledging your arrival at the entrance, leading you to an available table and handing you a well presented menu of the kitchen's culinary offerings after you are comfortably seated and ready to order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Know what? I just made that place sound like some posh 5-star hotel eatery. Actually, that was my perception of that outlet's standards... Until, the waiter started taking our orders. At that moment, the world came crashing down. Oh but don't get me wrong, it wasn't an unpleasant experience. Only an unbelievably funny lunch. OK here goes, there was this waiter... a Burmese dude named Gurung. His full name is Bek Gurung. No you didn't read wrongly... I saw his staff tag. He took orders from our table. Here's our conversation as he spoke to us in a nutshell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(spelled directly from the way he spoke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sh4Gjo8qVEI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tzEz94eAeig/s400/johnny%27s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Step in, and be amazed by our fai stah sevis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Waiter: Welkam to Restoren Joh-ni! Can I tehk yor orl-der?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Amirul: I'll have the golden mushroom rice please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Waiter: OK, gohldon marshrum rais.*jots down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;CK: *lifts eye brow and stares at waiter* err.. I'll try the Thai (kononnya) pineapple rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Waiter: Berry well, one die pineapple rais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: I'll go for the omelette rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Waiter: Woh-kay, 1 ah-mulut-te* rais. (*try saying that fast like he did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(At this point I almost burst out laughing so I concealed my chuckles with a cough) -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Next, we ordered our drinks where nothing really special happened until the end of the convo when he asked: "wood you also like some warem-wohdder (warm water)?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, if any of you happen to be in Jusco Cheras Selatan for any reason, don't forget to pass by that restaurant to have a peek. If you want to dine there, fine but try not to burst out laughing at the guy if he serves you. Kesian people larr... ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sh4GjRyIttI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Pg5jcz9Oovc/s400/DSC00149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Waiting outside Old Town while CK buys coffee. Blur looking huh? -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-7941042307993645424?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/7941042307993645424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=7941042307993645424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7941042307993645424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7941042307993645424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-cross-this-line-waves-hand.html' title='Don&apos;t-Cross-This-Line!! *draws imaginary line* -Kahmunrah'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sh4GjlFggSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4tTJhfngfp8/s72-c/night_at_the_museum_battle_of_the_smithsonian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-5750871391365258741</id><published>2009-05-22T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:16:55.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hou Yun Wong Arh! O_o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aih~ Got tagged by Shin Yin. Why me? WHY?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Besides your lips , where is the favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Err... As long as above torso, anything laa. Hahaha! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- What is the sun doing up there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Ehh...My bro? During the car audio install job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- No, not that I'm aware of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I guess. Ya maybe I would if the need arises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- If close friends, yes a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Woohoo!! Tempting... But I'll pass. Nobody deserves to die. *choir sings* LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. What does your last text message say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Hehe,lets c la XP *skip*  wat'ya doin? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. What are you thinking right now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-  Really wanna put 15" subs in the car ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Yeah~ Of course! But she's kinda busy at the moment. Waiting lo... ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Around 11.45pm gua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Forgot la woi... I don't tag my wardrobe kay? ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Refer question No.10 please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. Who was the last person who text you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Carmen!! ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TEN 'Lucky' People to get tagged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Carmen (kesian, tagged twice) =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Amirul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Sorry I seriously ran out of people to tag. Shin Yin why u go tag all arh? ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-  Ohoho! Easy... Her beloved Bennie Ben Ben lorr! People in Egypt know also la. Haha! jkjk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or a female ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Of course fema... I mean... Male. Yea~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If no.7 and no.1 get together , would it be a good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Form 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with them ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Who is 'them'? =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;20.Is no.4 single ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;21. Say something about no.2 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Hates it when I start on the surname 'signboard' switching theory. Hahaha!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;22. What do you think about no.3 &amp;amp; no.6 being together ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;23. Describe no.9 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;25. Do you like 8 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#CCCCCC;"&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 align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Feel free to continue the tag if you like. 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O_o'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-8480573716116623298</id><published>2009-05-15T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:43:55.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do-It-Yourself</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks back, my dad bought this old Toyota Corona (and no, I've never heard of this model either) from his friend. Only God knows the year that car was manufactured. My guess is that its decades old (not kidding). The engine is in a pretty reasonable condition considering its age. Well, it starts doesn't it? The rest of the car looks kinda seasoned but a little touching-up here and there should do it some good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did he get it? Because he finally noticed that the other cars kept getting scratched when he drives them (lousy driving skills). And every time a new scratch appears, the three of us (mom,ron &amp;amp; I) would explode at him from sunrise until the cows go home. So he decided to get an old-banger which he could park anywhere and not worry about a damn thing. That was a sensible decision as well because the places where he usually drives to, have bad road conditions thus risking scratches. This is especially true in the Balakong and Damai Perdana area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one afternoon as Ron and I stared at the poor thing parked in our driveway, the idea of installing an I.C.E.(In-Car-Entertainment) system suddenly popped into our heads. At first, I thought it was a rather stupid idea because that tin can on wheels didn't deserve a good sound system at all. But then, imagining that old banger rolling down the street with bass booming out of it cracked me up big time. We eventually went along with the plan. After all, I already had most of the crucial components in the storeroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, we went down to Jalan Pasar to shop for some extra gear to compliment the system (battery terminals, fuse and a CD head unit). As initially planned, we didn't exceed the RM200 budget for those extras. Any more than that wouldn't be worth it for that car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately on the following day, we performed the installation. Yes, it was a fully D.I.Y job as we had all the necessary technical know-how and experience. Trust me, installers from car accessory shops can't even get close to the clean job like we did. They just don't take the time for meticulous work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, below are some snapshots to take you on a journey through the entire install job. We started work from 10 a.m. and by 4.30 p.m. music was pumping out of the system. Today, dad has never liked the car better. Listening to his favourite CDs and radio stations with the new super-cool sound system. And YES, we still laugh when we hear the car booming when it comes home. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-8480573716116623298?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8480573716116623298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=8480573716116623298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8480573716116623298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8480573716116623298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-it-yourself.html' title='Do-It-Yourself'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-3109456765166604701</id><published>2009-05-14T15:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:29:43.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.C.E.(In-Car-Entertainment)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvOcoV5w9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/N80Y9NImn24/s1600-h/SDC14975comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvOcoV5w9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/N80Y9NImn24/s400/SDC14975comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335585174811427794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The rear baffle board in deplorable conditions before re-work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvOcp6xEZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/IF3G3ZfWytU/s1600-h/SDC14968comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvOcp6xEZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/IF3G3ZfWytU/s400/SDC14968comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335585175234482578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someone got kicked out during the install.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvNUxz2LaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0LCiAA8xChI/s400/SDC14974comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335583940402359714" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&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="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The dingy trunk space and soon-to-be home for the subs.&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvNUvLQgyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/E5mwRHeaTYQ/s1600-h/SDC14982comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvNUvLQgyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/E5mwRHeaTYQ/s400/SDC14982comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335583939695248162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now what in the world is THAT piece of crap? Cassette?!!!&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvNUlilg6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/5-fcRqnbXhw/s1600-h/SDC14979comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvNUlilg6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/5-fcRqnbXhw/s400/SDC14979comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335583937108738978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;New components waiting to be installed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvNUdgrg9I/AAAAAAAAANs/_7MLPXtExzU/s1600-h/SDC14997comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvNUdgrg9I/AAAAAAAAANs/_7MLPXtExzU/s400/SDC14997comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335583934953259986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ron routing the HU (head unit) cables under the dash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvNUbc5qhI/AAAAAAAAANk/xK8DyuCGYBE/s1600-h/SDC14976comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvNUbc5qhI/AAAAAAAAANk/xK8DyuCGYBE/s400/SDC14976comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335583934400539154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think this deserves to go into a way~ nicer car than the Toyota. But well, heck! Here's the Black Magic mid-bass driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvLryZm86I/AAAAAAAAANc/biuG9V90WUM/s1600-h/SDC14987comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvLryZm86I/AAAAAAAAANc/biuG9V90WUM/s400/SDC14987comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335582136674481058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Top view, with the 6" x 9" adapter.&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvLr98RFcI/AAAAAAAAANU/OoSVlpwLjeU/s1600-h/SDC14992comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvLr98RFcI/AAAAAAAAANU/OoSVlpwLjeU/s400/SDC14992comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335582139772638658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Which workshop moron did the lousy wiring? Oh well, I was gonna re-do the cabling anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just wanted to show you guys the result of sending your car to some 'Pakar Kereta Ah Beng' xD&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvLr2DSOAI/AAAAAAAAANM/NNtpCWe4OGI/s1600-h/SDC15005comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvLr2DSOAI/AAAAAAAAANM/NNtpCWe4OGI/s400/SDC15005comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335582137654589442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Running the new power cables through the firewall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvLrg-FHII/AAAAAAAAANE/x4idp48M3DQ/s1600-h/SDC15029comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvLrg-FHII/AAAAAAAAANE/x4idp48M3DQ/s400/SDC15029comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335582131995614338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boys &amp;amp; girls... Always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; for electrical safety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvLrSAd0xI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mzWb6prHGRo/s1600-h/SDC15030comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvLrSAd0xI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mzWb6prHGRo/s400/SDC15030comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335582127979090706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After replacing a new power distribution block and re-working the cables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvKSwLKudI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DgVV15PuuTA/s1600-h/SDC15028comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvKSwLKudI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DgVV15PuuTA/s400/SDC15028comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335580607068682706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ready to supply massive amounts of power.&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvKSr8czZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/js3hjB7scEY/s1600-h/SDC15008comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvKSr8czZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/js3hjB7scEY/s400/SDC15008comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335580605933211026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Working on the new RCA audio signal cables.&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvKSpplK3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Kf68iAS-BTs/s1600-h/SDC15011comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvKSpplK3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Kf68iAS-BTs/s400/SDC15011comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335580605317196658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm actually blow-cooling the RCA connectors because they got ultra-hot after soldering. xD&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvKShtXUSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Om5Jve8DXh4/s1600-h/SDC14998comp.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvKShtXUSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Om5Jve8DXh4/s400/SDC14998comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335580603185582370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Sony XM-5540F. This monster will torture the speakers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvKSdsTBdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iyVNBtUKWGo/s1600-h/SDC15014comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvKSdsTBdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iyVNBtUKWGo/s400/SDC15014comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335580602107364818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The rear baffle re-worked and fitted with new speakers. Ta-dah!! =D&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvJOa4b2bI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7_ym0BMPtpw/s1600-h/SDC15015comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvJOa4b2bI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7_ym0BMPtpw/s400/SDC15015comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335579433121864114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Black Magic subs housed in their new home.&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvJOfVosrI/AAAAAAAAAME/g7kkPXqyEVI/s1600-h/SDC15032comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvJOfVosrI/AAAAAAAAAME/g7kkPXqyEVI/s400/SDC15032comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335579434318082738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cables feeding the power-hungry monster.&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvJOIeQ51I/AAAAAAAAAL8/5qTkuv-ZeVU/s1600-h/SDC15035comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvJOIeQ51I/AAAAAAAAAL8/5qTkuv-ZeVU/s400/SDC15035comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335579428180256594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After re-installing the front seat, the Sony hides away nicely.&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvJN2Mt4WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CkcXKyuQHvI/s1600-h/SDC15013comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvJN2Mt4WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CkcXKyuQHvI/s400/SDC15013comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335579423274819938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The new CD head unit installed and wired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Forgive that gaping slot above it. I'll cover that up soon)&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvJNz9-u1I/AAAAAAAAALs/FiWpBiPnNaQ/s400/SDC15038comp.JPG" /&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Turn it on!! Lets get things rattling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-3109456765166604701?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3109456765166604701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=3109456765166604701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3109456765166604701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3109456765166604701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/05/icein-car-entertainment.html' title='I.C.E.(In-Car-Entertainment)'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgvOcoV5w9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/N80Y9NImn24/s72-c/SDC14975comp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-4450154819799080300</id><published>2009-05-10T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:33:06.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Recently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I thought Citibank Group wasn't doing very well lately? But anyway, we were requested to supply the sound system for their 50th year celebration recently on the 8th of May. It was kinda short notice because I got their call 3 days before the event date. So yeah, you can imagine the clamouring me and Ron went through to get everything organised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The venue was set at the Wisma MCA auditorium which is located along Jalan Ampang. Well, its obvious why that place was chosen. The Citibank HQ building is right next to it! Initially, my main cause of worries was logistics as we needed trucks to haul in my massive systems. But luckily, we managed to settle that problem 24-hours before the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, everything went fine. Just that I hated the loading and unloading part of the job. Why? Because Wisma MCA doesn't have a freight lift. Normally at other venues that I've been to, they have these heavy-duty elevators that can lift tons of my stuff from the loading bay, directly into the backstage area several floors up. But for this event, we had to make do with the service elevators (the one that people use as well). Sloooooooooooow~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough whining. So here are a few snapshots throughout the celebration. Enjoy!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Try not to gawk at the size of my big-a%# speakers. They are that BIG and weigh that MUCH!! But one thing that makes me smile is when the roof of the auditorium started rattling when I turned up the volume. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgZ64OVLLBI/AAAAAAAAALk/5apwKm6tPZU/s1600-h/SDC14926comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgZ64OVLLBI/AAAAAAAAALk/5apwKm6tPZU/s400/SDC14926comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334085915005103122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgZ636PKwXI/AAAAAAAAALc/3W7C2yT6z6o/s1600-h/SDC14924comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgZ4GhFo1zI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LTMpSkSfGug/s400/SDC14856comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334082862023497522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgZ4GakyHKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5keLcOdeBls/s1600-h/SDC14854comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgZ4GakyHKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5keLcOdeBls/s400/SDC14854comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334082860275080354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgZ4GRz1HjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_Bj25Qs8lyk/s1600-h/SDC14851comp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgZ4GRz1HjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_Bj25Qs8lyk/s400/SDC14851comp.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334082857922272818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-4450154819799080300?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/4450154819799080300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=4450154819799080300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4450154819799080300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4450154819799080300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-recently.html' title='And Recently...'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SgZ64OVLLBI/AAAAAAAAALk/5apwKm6tPZU/s72-c/SDC14926comp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-3194360212977333153</id><published>2009-05-01T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:40:06.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watched Mall Cop in the mall...</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since we saw Wai Hoong. The last time I remember seeing him was during the day our STPM results were announced. Yeah, looooooooong time back. Didn't hear much from him until recently when he finally asked us out for a movie ('asked us out' as in INVITE, not DATE kay!!).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the message on Monday while the outing wasn't until Wednesday. Wanna know why? Its because I 'earned' the title "FFK Lou" since last year thanks to Ming Wei (those with me in Form 6 will know why) -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will not elaborate further on that. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, 3 of us agreed to meet up at 1pm in Jusco and watch 'Paul Blart: Mall Cop'... A supposedly hilarious comedy flick as quoted on the trailer. Uhrm... Not quite when you watch the entire movie for yourself. Even the most discerning movie critic considers Mall Cop a flop. So Steph!!! Ben was right when he advised me against watching it. I didn't crack up like an idiot either. =/ Luckily it was on a Wednesday huh? Half price! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that wasn't a big issue for me as my main intention was just to meet up and hang out. I arrived about 15 minutes later than expected because of some issues. And for your info, I do NOT have that typical Malaysian attitude of being late all the time ok? Period~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found Wai Hoong looking at DVDs in the video shop so we went to book the movie tickets first so as to get good seats. Plus, the Hokkien dude (Ming Wei) was going to be late. I wanted middle seats in the top row and guess what? We got them!! That proved a blessing as well as a curse. The good part was...well, we got nice seats! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad part was, it means that not many people were watching which translates to a sucky* movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*the term 'sucky' does not exist in the vocabulary of proper English. So please do not get misled by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after we bought the tickets, Steph messaged saying she had arrived in Jusco as well. Nice timing. =) She came with her family, namely Ben and her younger sis Sandra. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met up with them in McD and talked over lunch. As always, our bunch of 5 people with two joined tables crapped and laughed for almost half an hour. (which attracted a few curious stares from neighbouring tables) =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Steph passed me my long awaited cert!! (which took me several months to obtain from that darned teacher)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! XiXi~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aih~ Finally I have it now. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I'm starting to like that McValue set lunch thingy after trying it several times. Healthy or not? I dunno. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay!! 3 same compliments from 3 different people. Wai Hoong, Steph and Ben. Huhuhu~ =P (I must stop this perasan-ism now) Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ming Wei finally found us at McD so 3 of us left for the cinema to catch our movie. Before that, I was considering whether or not to watch 'Coming Soon' instead since it was a much anticipated horror movie. Eventually I sticked with Mall Cop because one of Steph's friends was traumatised for a few days after watching Coming Soon. So err....no thanks laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-3194360212977333153?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3194360212977333153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=3194360212977333153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3194360212977333153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3194360212977333153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/05/watched-mall-cop-in-mall.html' title='Watched Mall Cop in the mall...'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-2869211577519335525</id><published>2009-04-25T19:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:39:08.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to Ron!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soooooo... Today I had an opportunity to pay a visit to my former secondary school, SMK Cheras Perdana. We were there to witness my bro receive his academic excellence award. Did I mention that the crazy dude scored 10 straight A1's in his SPM? Yeah... He and a few of his fellow 'Bestarians' managed to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328598326789852210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfL78jMMzDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/323aeSnKC1M/s400/SDC14741comp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ain't she stunning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck with my cam the whole time so my job was pretty much the 'event photographer'. Heck! I even donned a production company's shirt. Funny thing was, when people saw me passing through with my cam, they actually moved aside. Guess they thought I was a hired photographer or something. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328598316882455618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfL77-SF7EI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O6yTV5sm4T4/s400/SDC14726comp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Dewan Sri Rohani (named after the ex-headmistress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... there wasn't anything exciting going on throughout the ceremony so I just went around snapping randomly. Only 2 performances were in the schedule and sadly, both (how do I put it nicely?) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCKED&lt;/span&gt; big time. First was a traditional &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MAH LAI&lt;/span&gt; dance performed by a group consisting of mainly &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt; girls, using a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MAH LAI&lt;/span&gt; joget song while wearing traditional &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MAH LAI&lt;/span&gt; costumes (wth!!!). A few of them forgot the dance moves and ended up looking lost. I don't blame them because &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MAH LAI&lt;/span&gt; songs where got catchy enough to dance to? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was a choral speaking presentation from a bunch of Form 1 &amp;amp; 2 students. Can't elaborate on that because I have no idea what they were yelling about. Anyway moving on, here are a few snapshots throughout the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328598325741104610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfL78fSKLeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F7m6-JV8HA0/s400/SDC14731comp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The bright few (from left): Ron, Brian, Swarana and J.J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328599478736745714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfL8_mhvdPI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HG9RhoG2_Es/s400/SDC14762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh damn...Sorry, 'sau jan' -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328599485376700674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfL8__Q1IQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/D1RgAqXrRkA/s400/SDC14767comp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fooling around after the ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328599480750348466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfL8_uB0mLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QVAlUw04ZXs/s400/SDC14764comp.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Two happy guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328598321790980658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfL78QkYEjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Qj9Xov3Zp7w/s400/SDC14737comp.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Group shot (from left): JJ,Wei Queen, Swarana, Brian and Ron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328598326648696194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfL78iqi7YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iFRjw9EzldE/s400/SDC14770comp.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wah!! Raymond manyak hensem, mesti record... (ceh prasan) =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328599476375595826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfL8_duzKzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZTTohC61DpU/s400/SDC14742comp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guo Feng (Fung's bro) the Soundman &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/6785193446683992541-2869211577519335525?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/2869211577519335525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=2869211577519335525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2869211577519335525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2869211577519335525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/04/congrats-to-ron.html' title='Congrats to Ron!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfL78jMMzDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/323aeSnKC1M/s72-c/SDC14741comp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-3800315437859078863</id><published>2009-04-24T16:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:01:37.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to smile about =)</title><content type='html'>Ever seen the look on the faces of kids when they get a new toy? Yeah, I was wearing that same expression on my face this afternoon as I listened to my new sound gear. The Superlux HD330 studio reference headphones. It was time to get a new one anyway because the old Philips just couldn't handle any more. But honestly, I have no regrets whatsoever by investing in the 330.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328180013631662530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfF_fhPZ6cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hPN_v8nKaCo/s400/SDC14707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like the appealing aesthetics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the term 'studio reference' suggests, the HD330 is designed with one sole aim in mind. To produce sound accurately with high-resolution audio, therefore allowing the listener a life-like listening experience. I didn't just say that after listening to them for the first few minutes. In fact, I spent an entire hour giving the headphones a rigorous work out, playing tracks ranging from simple piano pieces to pounding trance numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was hooked to the HDs. When I played a few vocal tracks (some Jay Chou) =P, the headphones made it sound like the artistes were singing in my ear. I'm not kidding. Pianos sounded very real and solid.(cheaper headphones tend to lose detail when a wide dynamic range is needed) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328180011627442786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfF_fZxj8mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hYvy8YxUx_c/s400/SDC14706.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Worth every buck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess nothing more needs to be said besides the fact that I'm really satisfied with these new fellas and thats the reason I blogged about it. A really sound investment if you know what I mean. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-3800315437859078863?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3800315437859078863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=3800315437859078863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3800315437859078863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3800315437859078863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-to-smile-about.html' title='Something to smile about =)'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfF_fhPZ6cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hPN_v8nKaCo/s72-c/SDC14707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-3019216592240922536</id><published>2009-04-23T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:25:38.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Termites Part II</title><content type='html'>Yes. I hate them THAT much. Especially when they display their relentless character and keep coming back every time I ward them off. My first unpleasant encounter with these incorrigible creatures was last December when I found them nesting in my storeroom, feasting on cardboard boxes and newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if researchers say termites help make soil more fertile? If they start becoming destructive, people like me have every right to destroy them!! So last year, destroy them I did. Me and bro waged an all-out war on those things. We cleared the entire storeroom, found their underground nests, drilled the floor and pumped 'class 1' (very poisonous) insecticide in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result was really promising. We managed to wipe-out the entire colony and they didn't resurface except for a few unsuccessful attempts where we swiftly killed them. (I know we sound really mean...but trust me, they deserve it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, they were very adamant about returning and where they popped-up caught me off-guard this time. I rarely take notice of the storage area under the staircase where I place empty cardboard boxes (stupid me) and a few unused speakers, thinking that spot was safe. For your info, termite colonies travel via underground networks so they can pretty much surface anywhere they favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, as I was cleaning under the stairs, I noticed signs of moisture under some of the boxes. As I lifted one to check, the sight before me would make the faint-hearted pass out. Hundreds of termites were crawling in and out of the base and if one were to listen carefully, soft sizzling-like sounds are audible as the termites chew the cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we discovered them, the same rigorous extermination routine was used again. They had already destroyed most of the boxes so we decided to get rid of the remaining ones all together. Strangely, the speakers were left untouched even though they were made out of wood. The same occurrence happened last year when they attacked other wooden structures but left all my speakers alone. *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the area is clear and has been thoroughly cleaned, all I can do is hope that the colony has no other food source here and decides to move somewhere else. *crosses fingers* I am really sick and tired of having to get rid of them once again. See why I hate them so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfFP-A6uzTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8_ARRpiYaEU/s1600-h/SDC14678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328127760972827954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfFP-A6uzTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8_ARRpiYaEU/s400/SDC14678.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we found them! (disgruntled ah pek points at affected area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfFP93U52DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yfl4Vq9MMFY/s1600-h/SDC14679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328127758398249010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfFP93U52DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yfl4Vq9MMFY/s400/SDC14679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What those lil' fellas did (note the untouched speaker...Oooh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328127758345880002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfFP93IawcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/big9TGGlhtk/s400/SDC14676.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ron helping out with the cleaning after the 'war'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-3019216592240922536?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3019216592240922536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=3019216592240922536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3019216592240922536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3019216592240922536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-termites-part-ii.html' title='I Hate Termites Part II'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfFP-A6uzTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8_ARRpiYaEU/s72-c/SDC14678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-1993875490059036803</id><published>2009-04-20T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:09:09.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Rush</title><content type='html'>Usually, while the rest of the world struggles to subdue their Monday blues, this guy would most likely still be sound asleep, not rousing lest brilliant morning sun floods the room and warms his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on this eventful Monday, I couldn't afford to do that. (see what long holidays have done to my biological clock?) =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327877900107485218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfBsuMqPkCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KW0bke1FOhg/s400/SDC14675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The calm of pre-dawn from my room =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK sarcasm aside. Yeah, the dawning day was going to be rather busy. It wasn't supposed to be like that 3 days ago but because of some projects my cousin handed to me, it has. I guess it sort of a good thing because it offers something different to my already-dull days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He gave me an opportunity to submit a price quotation for an installation project. Government related I guess, which meant my prices will be competing against those of my business rivals. Person with the best offer, gets the job. So lets see if we're in luck this time ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't have the prices for certain products that they require. So, a trip down to my supplier's office in Seri Kembangan was necessary to obtain them. (regretted that later on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turns out, they didn't have the prices either as those products are considered 'professional sound' (pretty high-end stuff) and were only available at their showroom in Jalan Pasar Pudu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For those unfamiliar to that street, it is better known as "Din Hei Gai" in Chinese or 'electronic street' as the entire stretch of shoplots specialises in electronic products, mainly sound systems, stage lighting and stuff like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Not gonna elaborate long on that but, for those who might be interested in the facts... If you come across big @** speakers with absurdly dirt cheap prices like say... 600? Don't fall for it. I learned the hard way once upon a time =.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Err... I don't think I have anything much to say in this post besides the point that today was really busy for me. So I'll end here for now. Hope I didn't bore the heck out of you readers. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-1993875490059036803?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/1993875490059036803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=1993875490059036803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1993875490059036803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1993875490059036803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-rush.html' title='Monday Rush'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SfBsuMqPkCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KW0bke1FOhg/s72-c/SDC14675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-723581898041621354</id><published>2009-04-17T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:36:22.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up already!</title><content type='html'>One of my company's latest activity was a sound system supply &amp;amp; installation project for a club in Ampang. That was about 2 weeks ago. But ever since completion, the club's committee has been giving me a headache every week. They keep calling to notify me about problems which aren't mine in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, normally on my other installation projects, the place is totally empty and the equipments are supplied and installed professionally by us and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; us. But in this particular case, we had to combine our equipment with some of their older ones, namely a DVD player and some crappy KOD system. So guess which was giving problems? The latter obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who hired us didn't have any knowledge in audio technology so they keep putting the blame on the new stuff which really pissed me off. They already called a few times before and I went there twice on two different occations to have a look. And everytime, I find my system working perfectly fine and the only culprits were their pre-historic stuff!! Simple logic please... When YOUR dvd player doesn't work, no signal is being fed to MY amplifier which means the speakers will have NO sound either!! Damn... Is it that hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet they still call to report the same problem =.=&lt;br /&gt;Last night, it was the last straw for me. At 8.30pm when the club was open for business, they encountered the same problem again and they called my dad. According to him, they sounded desperate and panicked. Dumb-heads. They have a karaoke competition the next day so they wanted the problem rectified immediately so we had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, stuff supplied by us were working flawlessly (I personally test and check my products before supplying them) and the same trouble-makers were at it again. Heck, music was booming when we went in! I was really annoyed because I knew we came all the way to Ampang for nothing. We ran a troubleshooting checklist just to prove to them what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I wasn't going to take any chances in case they were to doubt again. I made sure every single person in-charge was there when I explained the problem. Even the club's GM and secretary was gathered there. After I pointed out the cause, all of them went like "Ohh~ Means there is nothing wrong with your new equipments la."&lt;br /&gt;Then I said "Not at all... Its YOUR old stuff that's giving issues."&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I said "So you get it now? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/span&gt; already!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, they invited me and Ron to supervise and train their newbie DJ during the competition. Dinner is provided. Order whatever we like! Ah~ What the heck. I'll just go have a look and just chill. After all, the place is also my swimming club as well. Have to be there at 7pm tonight. Guess I'll bring along my lappie for online'ing too! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Yay! I hope she's gonna be online too =) Miss her soooooo much this week! Can't wait... *smiles eagerly* =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-723581898041621354?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/723581898041621354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=723581898041621354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/723581898041621354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/723581898041621354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/04/shut-up-already.html' title='Shut up already!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-5640123219611932393</id><published>2009-04-16T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:41:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then what's the point?</title><content type='html'>Has it been a month already? Oh...It has. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;My uncle hasn't recovered fully yet so he still has slight complications when climbing stairs. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, there were certain tasks that we have to perform for him. Such as collecting rental fees from his tenant which was what we did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story cut short... He owns a flat unit nearby where I live and he rented the place out to a family of Vietnamese refugees. (or was it Burmese? Idk) No offence to these people, really. But they don't seem to excercise any family planning at all. 3 seperate families cram themselves into the same unit and each family has about 2 to 3 kids each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the sight of so many kids running and screaming around the place, you'll get the picture. And a woman whom I presume is one of the wives, opens the door while holding yet another baby!! Unbelievable!! And she tells us that one of them is in the hospital expecting another newborn. Aih~ O_o Nothing more needs to be said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we went there, we had to drive all the way down to Puchong to get the keys from my uncle. Really hate the roads leading there with all those idiot drivers. To prevent my butt from being kissed by the car behind, I always had to race along those bumpy,narrow, winding roads averaging at 80-100 kph. Trust me, its not much fun either. Lose your focus and you'll end up scraping the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, he was relaxing on his couch and listening to hair-raising Chinese oldies. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fact that bothers me is that, my aunt and 2 cousins (Hui &amp;amp; Ping) have obtained their driver's licenses. Hui recently got her's after failing 4 times in a row. Mwahahaha!! xD&lt;br /&gt;But why can't they get the job done for him? The three of them could have drove the car and settled it by themselves but they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you already have your driver's license but don't dare to get on the road, then what's the point of getting it in the first place? Its a waste of a lot of money, not to mention time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-5640123219611932393?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/5640123219611932393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=5640123219611932393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/5640123219611932393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/5640123219611932393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/04/then-whats-point.html' title='Then what&apos;s the point?'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-164712580315106012</id><published>2009-04-14T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:19:35.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raynism~The Boredom Crisis</title><content type='html'>Too much of anything is never good for us. Chocolates, carbonated drinks, ice cream and snacks are damaging to us if not consumed in moderation. Sadly, the phrase above applies to holidays as well. Looooooooong holidays to be more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it has been holidays galore for me since December last year. So much so that I have lost track of time. Often I wake up in the morning oblivious to what day it is. Eventually, activities in my daily life are becoming abnoxiously repetitive. Whatever I do to keep myself busy throughout the day never seems to change. With that, the sense of deja vu whenever I do something is almost inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally different from all the holidays I've ever experienced. During my schooling days, a holiday is always something I eagerly looked forward to...Not &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DREAD&lt;/span&gt;! Often, I never seemed to get enough of it and even grumbled that the 1 month-plus year-end school break wasn't sufficient. Ironically, now I feel that I've been idling for an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But strange as it may sound, I do not wish for this long break to end quickly either (crazy guy talking). I just need some form of excitement or thrill to give me a nice kick in the @$$. Yeah~ I really need that now. Reeeeal bad... A breath of fresh air and something to bring me back to life from my stoned state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie, lunch or just an outing to hang out seems very tempting at the moment. xD&lt;br /&gt;So err... Anyone interested? Drop me a line kay? =) Hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-164712580315106012?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/164712580315106012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=164712580315106012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/164712580315106012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/164712580315106012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/04/raynismthe-boredom-crisis.html' title='Raynism~The Boredom Crisis'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-3245498355123425931</id><published>2009-04-10T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:59:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawadikap~~</title><content type='html'>Arrrggh!! Finally managed to hang out on Wednesday after being 'stranded' at home for so many weeks =.=Yes I know its sad but we had a hard time picking a day where everyone was available. Why? Blame our unpredictable work schedules loh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at last, few of us wanted out so badly that we made this work.Both my parents were using the cars so I couldn't drive myself.So my mode of transport was CK's ride. xD&lt;br /&gt;She dropped off her two FAT hamsters, 'Bi' and 'Bu' for Ron to baby-sit before we left at 12p.m. They were supposed to be handed over to Fung because CK was leaving for Thailand the next day for a week with her family. But he was still teaching his class until 1.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tagged along to school because she wanted to collect her leaving cert and testimonial from our class teacher. I had nothing to collect as my prefect cert is now with Steph thanks to that good-for-nothing %#@&amp;amp;%#~~grumbles on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I basically went there on a visiting spree. =) So while CK ran up and down looking for our 'datin', my former MUET teacher Pn.Dyanthi invited me to sit and chat in the teacher's lounge. xD In the end she left empty-handed anyway (again) because our teacher was missing. You see? Remember that phenomenon I mentioned in an earlier post? Its TRUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mood was rather OK because I managed to see &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;~ Hehehe...my princess Ying Ying =) But she didn't notice I was nearby the foyer *glass shatters* She was in her PJK clothes walking across the assembly grounds. Nevermind, next time I'll make sure she notices. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we left for Jusco to buy the movie tickets before going to Fung's to get him. The pick was Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4 but wahliao!! The top half of the cinema was already taken so we had to settle with the lower middle row. (Had to tilt my head up a little) -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Wei was working at his counter in SNS so we went there to bug him for a while. Guess what? Its a small world. We bumped into Steph as she passed the shop!! She was there to book movie tickets for herself and Ben. The same movie, but its the 8.30p.m. slot. Didn't manage to chat for long as Fung called and said he was home. So we went to his place and waited for him to finish showering. When he was done, the three of us went out in search of lunch. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We initially planned to have 'Bak Kut Teh' in the Bt.11 village area. But when we arrived, the uncle there said 'boh liao'~*no more in Hokkien*. Haiz of course laa...its already 2p.m.!! Settled with McD in Jusco instead. Ming Wei joined us for lunch as well since his shop was only upstairs. Although his lunchbreak was already over, he just grabbed a "Out for Break" sign from under his counter, placed it on top and strolled away. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought them a McLunch set each and talked for quite some time as our movie wasn't so soon. Thats when the funny stuff started. Ming Wei's supervisor suddenly called in to check on him. He told her that he went for a toilet break. That cover story would have worked if CK didn't start laughing. Then his supervisor asked about the laughing in the background and whether he used the right washroom. xD So he quickly said he was on his way out of the toilet. (nice save, boss) xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Ming Wei had to get back to work so he didn't join us for the movie. But overall, the movie was pretty good as I enjoyed the whole thing. The only down-side is that the storyline can get a lil' messy at it tries to piece together the 3 existing prequels and is kinda predictable. Street-racing, cars, girls, cops, guns, drugs... Yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I noticed the sound system in TGV was cranked-up for this metal-screaming movie. Surrounds were much more obvious and detailed. Plus, the subs really kicked low and hard during the action-packed scenes. I give a thumbs-up for that. (not many systems are able to meet my expectations I assure you) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, both of them sent me home and collected Bi and Bu (when together they are known as 'BiBu' according to CK) =.= My puppy was really curious about the ping-pong ball sized rodents in my room. He kept eyeing them as they hopped around in their transparent enclosures. I picked 'Bi' out and he started crawling and sniffing around my palm. 'Bu' is the anti-social type. He froze solid and played dead the instant I picked him up. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-3245498355123425931?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3245498355123425931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=3245498355123425931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3245498355123425931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3245498355123425931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/04/sawadikap_2794.html' title='Sawadikap~~'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-4928854373351888279</id><published>2009-04-10T14:24:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:58:05.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322958213132713202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sd7ySugF_PI/AAAAAAAAAHc/N5h5UeB8dGU/s400/1_907090099l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thats Bi I think... =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-4928854373351888279?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/4928854373351888279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=4928854373351888279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4928854373351888279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4928854373351888279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/04/sawadikap.html' title=''/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/Sd7ySugF_PI/AAAAAAAAAHc/N5h5UeB8dGU/s72-c/1_907090099l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-2492510045880654433</id><published>2009-03-31T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:55:47.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I do?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; I didn't offend anybody, nor did I make anyone sad. Its my gate actually. Yes... Gate!! Pintu!! Seriously, my house's main gate. That darned thing has been making my life miserable since last year because of breakdowns after breakdowns. When is it gonna end?!! *curses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first problem I encountered was a faulty swing-arm motor on the right gate. Only one side could swing open while the other just played dead (with its motor making weird cranking noises) Just imagine the inconvenience we faced during those few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to manouvre my car with precision so that it could fit while exiting using only one side. Its frickin' tension okay? There was only 1-inch to spare between the car's body and the concrete pillar! But that proves my driving skills at the same time. (ceh wahh) mwahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got the gate installer apek (Mr.Gooi or something) to get the damn thing fixed. He temporarily replaced another motor on the gate while the faulty unit is shipped back to its factory for repairs. But its funny to see the tag "Made In Italy" on the broken motor. I thought Italian-made stuff are supposed to be durable? After all, Ferrari, Porsche and other super-cars &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; made in Italy aren't they? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then apek tells me, "Aiyo~ you are not the only person with this problem. Most of the units under this model are kinda defective.&lt;br /&gt;Daym you!! After so many years since you installed the system for us, only now you're telling me this crap?!! Urrghh!! Now I know... ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the gate 'behaved' well for many months before we struck another iceberg again. This time, the fault is on the control panel's settings. The gate tends to swing much too quickly and didn't slow down to shut gently, resulting in a heavy slam everytime it closes. But we didn't need Apek in this case as it was a simple problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diagnosis was that the swing-arms were being over-powered by the control panel. With some minor tweaking, the gate shut as lightly as a feather falling. But there was some collateral damage. During those few days of heavy slamming, the gate's steel hinges were cracked and threatening to let go. So a welder was immediately called in to seal the cracked seams. Crisis averted. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the latest challenge my stainless steel enemy threw at me was not mechanical, but electronic. HAH!! Thats &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; field you idiot!! Yesterday, when my dad came home from his outing, he couldn't open the gate using the remote. there was no response. I had to use the push-buttons in the house to open the gate. At first I blamed his remote thinking that the batteries died. But further tests using 3 other remotes proved my accusations wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could only mean one thing. The receiver in the control panel box is broken. So today, in the hot blazing afternoon sun, this frustrated guy is seen squatting with an umbrella held between his shoulders and neck with a battery-powered screwdriver in hand as he messes around with bunches of coloured cables. Finally managed to remove the faulty unit and brought it to my storeroom where it was shady and much cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, grabbed a multi-meter (an instrument used to measure, monitor and test power flow) and started probing the circuit board. Basically I was looking for damaged components. Due to the fact that I'm more familiar with speaker system circuits, it took me quite some time to understand the layout of this particular one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I managed to pin-point the source of the problem. There were 2 tiny glass diodes that were leaking power. For those of you who may want to know, diodes are electronic components used to regulate power flow and therefore only allows currents to flow ONE way only. But when I checked them, power flowed through both ways. Luckily I had some spares lying around so it was fixed on the spot. (saved me a trip down to Jln.Pasar to hunt for components) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later, I re-installed the receiver into the control panel, wired-up and crossed my fingers. When I pressed the button on the remote, a soft 'click' sounded from the relays and the gate swung open. I went "Wooo-Hoo-Hoo-Hooooooooooo~~!!!" =D&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I beat that stupid metal monster once again. I don't think he dares to give me any more issues for a long time to come. So the score settles with Fix-Anything-Dude, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; and Stupid Gate, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt;!! Hahahaha~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-2492510045880654433?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/2492510045880654433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=2492510045880654433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2492510045880654433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2492510045880654433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-did-i-do.html' title='What did I do?!!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-1380484170387386745</id><published>2009-03-29T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:58:56.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Verdict?</title><content type='html'>More or less, Earth Hour is already 24 hours behind us. Its ironic. Months of planning by the organizers, advertising and doing promotion stints in the mass media, all this just to hype everyone up about the event. And within an hour, its all over. Whether they managed to get the message across or not, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess everyone has their own 'Earth Hour' story to tell about what they did and stuff during those 60 minutes of darkness. Some did as the ads said to do, "turn off all non-essential lights". Some went further and swiched off all lights,fans, air-conditioning, entertainment systems etc.  And there were even those who went to the extent of unplugging their refrigerators!! *applauses* Very semangat indeed! XD&lt;br /&gt;Well done fellow earthlings =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, at the stroke of 8.30p.m., all outside lights were switched off so my house looked pretty dark already except for a few lights upstairs (power-saving bulbs) because mom forgot about them =.=&lt;br /&gt;The telly wasn't off either because she was obsessed with that veteran singing competition on Astro Wah Lai Toi (ch311). I don't see what is so captivating about a bunch of senior citizens belching out sorrow-filled karaoke numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, to avoid premature ageing, I went outside with my bro to enjoy fresh air and check out the surroundings. We stood at the balcony and the view really surprised us. People were actually supporting Earth Hour!! KL Tower was well hidden in the dark,cool night except for its discreet flashing strobes that gave away its position. Of course, Earth Hour does not encourage skyscrapers to pose as a threat to passing aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same went for the Petronas Twin Towers. There was something about this event that made the surroundings much quieter than it usually would on a regular night. Almost the entire neighbourhood was bathed in the darkness and calm of night. Porches and gardens were unlit... Families huddled together in their living rooms, sharing the orange glow from the dancing wick of a candle. That was, except for an ignorant few. Namely, my next door neighbour. An arrogant, snobbish and estranged family who couldn't be bothered about the plight of our sickly planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At their front gate, an entire row of ball-shaped lights glowed brightly like the moon. I could hear a faint hum of a compressor. Which meant that the air-conditioning was running as well. To them, it is just another care-free night. Things got even more obvious when they opened their front door to go out for dinner. I could see the interior grandly lit and the 42" plasma on. They didn't realise our presense as we sat in the shadows of our car porch. Everything was left as it was as they got into the car and drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They not only failed to show support for the environment, they even made matters worse by expanding their carbon footprint. Not that I'm an eco-maniac guy or anything laa... I was just bored at that time and couldn't help observing and noticing everything around me. Hahahahaha!! As the hour passed, lights burst back to life and the city was alive again. As everyone resumed their activities (including me), one thing is for sure. The world has voted, and it was for our earth. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-1380484170387386745?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/1380484170387386745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=1380484170387386745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1380484170387386745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/1380484170387386745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/03/final-verdict.html' title='Final Verdict?'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-5850625149889210823</id><published>2009-03-28T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:39:24.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day for our planet</title><content type='html'>Well, its the 28th of March... The day that will witness the much anticipated, globally endorsed event, Earth Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The objective is to switch off all unnecessary lighting in our homes for an hour at 8.30P.M. I saw the ad on Astro... But what exactly defines the term 'unnecessary'? I don't remember having giant power-hungry spotlights illuminating the exterior of my house. I don't have decorative lights that flash or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at night, I only switch-on lights in areas of my house that I am in. Except for a few dim lights on other floors so that it wouldn't be pitch-black. Oh wait... I get it. So &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THOSE&lt;/span&gt; are the lights. Hahahaha!! OK~ I'm getting a bit crazy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that calculative la. Tonight, I won't just shut off the lights. I plan* to pull the plug on the TV, PC (thats why I'm posting now) and the waterfall (if dad agrees. chiu~ precious fish konon) =.=&lt;br /&gt;Guess I won't be doing my regular music blasting sessions too. But I don't know if I'm really gonna sit in pitch-black darkness, and disconnected from the rest of the world. xD&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely have my cell on la. Kay... I guess thats about all. Signing off and shutting down for the day. Just wanted to voice out my vote. For our beloved planet that is. =)&lt;br /&gt;*optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Congrats to my dear princess for she did really well in her monthly&lt;br /&gt;examination! Even scored an &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;100% in her Maths paper!! U really worked hard for this dear and U deserve every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of U! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-5850625149889210823?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/5850625149889210823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=5850625149889210823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/5850625149889210823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/5850625149889210823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-for-our-planet.html' title='A day for our planet'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-7523847401552034246</id><published>2009-03-28T11:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:38:38.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old generation vs. New</title><content type='html'>What happens when the two parties work together? You'll get nothing but a thundering &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At least, from my own experience in working with my...err...urhmm...ahh...dad? (Kinda hard to spit that name out because of how damn pissed I am at him) &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AVOID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; working with neither one of our parents because of the problems that are sure to arise. Helping them, sure. But working &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt; them... Nooooooooo thank you. Another good example of a situation similar to mine would be one faced by my former classmate, ***rry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Name has been censored to protect subject's identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, her father runs a coffee shop in Damai Perdana. She used to work there as a waitress, running around taking orders, hauling pots of scalding hot chinese tea and 'kopi O'. But she quit at last because the working conditions proved too stressful for her and the pay was erratic. Now she works in another coffee shop just a few blocks away from her father's. I know it sounds kinda mean but believe me, its not an easy task working with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...My situation is not much different, but I didn't move to another place to work. Me and Ron, we run a business to occupy ourselves while waiting to further our studies. So that means, the founders and brains behind the company is...well....us. Not that I'm boasting or anything, but what irks me is my father messing things up for us. But we have been very lenient with him. Whenever we go on projects that have been secured by him, we give him the liberty of acting like the 'manager' in front of the clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the process, he makes a fool out of himself. He will tell me to do tasks that I am already performing. Example, I'm lifting up a speaker, ready to mount it on the wall bracket and he'll chirp: "Ok, now u can mount the speakers up lah." (WTH la!) He wants to show clients that he knows what he is doing and has authority, but he ends up looking more like a clown in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info, he has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt; knowledge in sound &amp;amp; lighting technology and has no working experience whatsoever in this field. Heck, he doesn't even know how to hook-up basic P.A let alone one of our concert systems! More or less, he is an empty vessel when it comes to this. Should the client ask him any questions regarding our products, eg. "What is the output power of this amp?"... he'll come up with some bull-crap facts that aren't even accurate and this makes the client puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before he puts dung on my company's image, I have to stop whatever work I'm doing at that time and get things clarified. Even the client notices that this uncle has no idea what he's talking about and prefers to ask me from then on. Another thing is that my father (oh this is getting irritating) tends to get in my way when I'm at work especially at big events like concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While me and Ron are busy getting stuff set-up and checking systems, that old man will be fussing around my sound deck aimlessly and doing unnecessary things. Eventually, he gets in my way when I'm trying to get something done and that makes me so damn pissed. Telling him off often solves it but I'm getting sick and tired. Recently, he made the biggest screw-up so far. Because he didn't listen to our intructions and was too stubborn, his actions incurred an extra cost of RM1200+ because the product wasn't up to customer's expectations. Of course laa!! Its not even the product they ordered!! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, when you are unsure about something, ASK!! Don't pretend like you know and screw things up for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-7523847401552034246?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/7523847401552034246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=7523847401552034246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7523847401552034246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7523847401552034246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-generation-vs-new.html' title='Old generation vs. New'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-8270414103859848124</id><published>2009-03-22T10:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:11:06.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh~ Eventually caught the bug =.=</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, YES... I'm currently down with something. Its either a cold or a fever. Can't really tell which because they feel almost the same and the symptoms are kinda mixed. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realised that I'm gonna fall sick when I woke up yesterday morning with a mild sore-throat and felt warmer than usual. That wasn't very surprising because there were tell-tale signs since the past few days. You know, that peculiar 'lousy' feeling before we fall sick? Yeah~~&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is, I had to attend a relative's wedding dinner on that same night. What are the odds huh? On the same day I fall sick. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That relative is a very far~~~ one. Let me explain the connection. It was the wedding of my mom's father's (my grandpa laa) sister's son. Phew! Hope I got that right. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the reception was pretty dull from the beginning till the end. The restaurant is to be partially blamed because of the lousy emcee and entertainment. The rest of the finger-pointing goes to the 'dai kum je' or 'master-of-ceremonies' for the evening. She just kept yapping non-stop on stage and occationally demands an applause which she obviously didn't deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, mid-way through her 'poetry' for the wedded couple, she suddenly belched out 3 old chinese songs complete with music playback. And I don't know whether to call it 'dancing' or not, but she started to skip around lightly, flapping her arms while clad in a blinding-red 'cheongsam'. We couldn't hold back much longer, me and my bro burst into discrete laughter without being too obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the 9-course dinner that came next was pretty good. So that pretty much kept us 'occupied' for the rest of the reception. Only thing that irked me was the free-karaoke session where all the perasan 'apeks' and aunties went on stage to........sing? Err... Lets just say all of them are tone-deaf and have no sense of timing at all. Yah! Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, for my cold, I have one person to 'thank'. That would be none other than Ron-The-Sneezing-Pig. He was sick the previous week and what a coincidence, he was having a cold too! And during that period, there were a few times when he sneezed IN-MY-FACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;(you inconsiderate piglet, you~~~ urrgggh!!!)&lt;br /&gt;So you should know where I caught this from *sniffs*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-8270414103859848124?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/8270414103859848124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=8270414103859848124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8270414103859848124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/8270414103859848124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh-eventually-caught-bug.html' title='Sigh~ Eventually caught the bug =.='/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-3346435803039549578</id><published>2009-03-18T12:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:59:21.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raymond...stop thinking too much!!</title><content type='html'>Recently, I tend to do just that. Getting all worked-up and upset over the slightest issue. Although I tried hard to stay calm and tell myself that I'm just over-reacting and being stupid, those thoughts still get the better of me. As a result, my friggin' head gets crammed with all sorts of awful assumptions which aren't even true in the first place. Honestly, I'm not liking whatever that is happening to me right now (talking about my over-sensitivity...not u dear =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is that people who are closest to me, namely my dearest get affected as well. Its like collateral damage which isn't a good thing. Then I sat down to think about this in a sensible way. Finally it hit me, I should stop messing up the meaning of things people say to me. I don't want to make assumptions and accusations which stem from factors that are non-existent and cause hurt to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since last night, as if magically, the piling mountain of doubts in my head just dissapeared. My mind was clear again. The feeling was much better. That burden in my chest just vanished. But this didn't happen out of nowhere. Someone has to take credit for this. Most of you should know who I'm referring to and I think she herself knows as well. =)&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've already turned the light of doubts OFF!! So don't worry dear. =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-3346435803039549578?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3346435803039549578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=3346435803039549578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3346435803039549578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3346435803039549578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/03/raymondstop-thinking-too-much.html' title='Raymond...stop thinking too much!!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-378077431283795456</id><published>2009-03-17T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:49:52.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uphill Day =D</title><content type='html'>Right about mid-morning, Amirul called saying that his PC is broken and he wants to bring it over for a check-up. Suddenly I'm running a PC repair business. xD He arrived at about 11.30a.m. He actually put his beloved PC in the front seat of the car and even buckled it up =.= (he loves it THAT much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we transferred it to the 'service bay' which actually is my storeroom where I carry out maintainence and repair work for sound &amp;amp; lighting equipment. Next, wired-up, patched the visuals to an available screen, flipped the power on and......Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh, I knew what was the problem but I didn't wanna take any chances. Opened the casing and re-wired connections. Gave it another try but still......Nooooooo!!! Okayy~~ BIOS chip sudah rosak laa boss xD&lt;br /&gt;Aww man....Now he has to go back to Low Yat Plaza and get a replacement part. Luckily it is still under warranty. Can claim! Phew~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we just chilled and did some catching up. We talked about, uhh....everything? Hahahahaha!! Found out what my other classmates were up to. Somehow we got really carried away with chatting and by the time we finally finished, it was already 2.30 p.m!!!! O_o Wanted to continue with my Facebook account after that but that plan didn't work out. Had to go pick my uncle from the PPUM hospital in PJ and send him home. After a 10 days plus since his re-admittance, the doc finally discharged him and said "OK, uncle sudah boleh balik." Though he wanted to go home pretty badly, half of him has grown fond to the hospital environment. I don't think my aunt would fancy hearing this but he has been very sociable with the nurses there lately. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-378077431283795456?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/378077431283795456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=378077431283795456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/378077431283795456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/378077431283795456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/03/uphill-day-d.html' title='Uphill Day =D'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-4200662709187517372</id><published>2009-03-14T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:48:12.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitless Trip...Not Quite ^^</title><content type='html'>Its nice to go visit my good ol' school again this morning. I didn't go there just for kicks though (crazy meh). I wanted to collect my prefect certificate which was delayed since...last year? Almost all the other prefects got theirs during the lame hi-tea last year. Still can't believe a lousy gathering costs 60 bucks in a medium-class hotel =.=&lt;br /&gt;No offence to the organizer, but we managed to pull our gig off at a 5-star hotel for only 45!! And the food was nothing short of superb. Hah! Take that! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah anyway, back to the topic. School was open because of extra-classes for the form 3s and 5s. We (CK,Fung, myself) arrived at 10a.m sharp as agreed. Ming Wei was supposed to tag along as well but then he called earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Raymond!! I think I can't make it lah. I woke up late..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wth~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, CK had to look for 'Datin' while I was hunting for an illusive woman who is seen everywhere when not needed and dissapears should the opposite occur. Those of you who know her, good for you =) Started searching in the teacher lounge, then dicipline room and finally the office. The outcome? Nothing. Both were nowhere to be found. Then we checked the class schedule on the notice board. Thats when we went like =.=&lt;br /&gt;Both of their classes weren't due until 11.30a.m. (it was only 10.15 at that time) But waiting for them wasn't an option because we had other places to go. Office staff told us to come back after the 1-week holiday to collect our certificates as it would be 'better'. What the....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to walk around for a while before leaving. What happened next really made my trip here worthwhile. As I walked through the foyer, one of her friends passed by and said hi. In my mind, I was like: "OK...She &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAS&lt;/span&gt; to be nearby." True enough, she appeared right out of the corner and we both stopped in the middle of the foyer. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is moments like this that I wished could last forever. Both could see how happy the other was to see him/her again. I wanted so badly to talk to her and spend time with her but I just refrained myself. Why? Because I didn't know whether it would have made her happier or make matters worse for her. The 'paparazzis' as we nicknamed them, were all within earshot. They would make a fuss whenever we tried to catch up. Since she looked kinda busy with some schoolwork, I tried not to bother her for too long. I think we managed to chat for a short while before I decided to head home. Well, at least there was something that made my day =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-4200662709187517372?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/4200662709187517372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=4200662709187517372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4200662709187517372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4200662709187517372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/03/fruitless-tripnot-quite.html' title='Fruitless Trip...Not Quite ^^'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-7115060146897862154</id><published>2009-03-10T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:53:55.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They lived happily ever after...The End</title><content type='html'>Ahh~~ The anxiety and trembling is finally over. Pressure was building up inside my head for the last few days and released in one blow when I tore open that result slip. I have to say, my results were better than I anticipated. Heck, I did way better than trials!! Didn't flunk any of the 4 subjects and even scored a B in Pengajian Am!! (the most important paper of all)&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, because I thought I was gonna flunk PA since the day of the exam. Wanna know why? Due to time constraints, I was unable to complete 2 entire questions in PA Kertas 2. How many marks did that cost me? We'll never know. But at last, it turned out to be my best scoring paper!=D&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7am because I didn't exactly sleep well. The mounting anticipation and all sorts of horrible negative thoughts kicked me out of bed. I tried doing all sorts of tasks to kill time and keep my mind from thinking too much. Results were due for release at 12pm but then I got a call from Amirul at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul: Weh bro! Later u going to school at 12pm sharp ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhrmm...Not sharp la. Maybe 12.30 or 45. Cuz I dunno if the&lt;br /&gt;teachers are THAT punctual or not. U plan to go pukul brape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul: I'm going earlier a bit. U datang awal skit jugak la. Can lepak-&lt;br /&gt;lepak around and chat with teacher first ma. 11.45 u datang la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah fine, ok lar. I'll try to make it as early as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left for school, I went to get the DLF from my bedside table. Its a good luck charm she made for me before my exam. =) It worked magic during my STPM examination and it still did today!!! I brought it along with me in the car. On the way to school, everything was just jittery. My legs kept trembling and so did my hands. Made me feel weird as I drove. Arrived in front of the school and guess what? Amirul wasn't there yet. Ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the guy up and he said "I tengah on the way lah bro. Dah kat depan Petronas BTHO nih". Hahahaha!! Sorry man =P&lt;br /&gt;So I drove up to our regular parking space in front of the houses and waited there. And true enough, his car pulled up right behind mine. Ahh~~ who would forget his Waja's cool licence plate number "4444"?xD The sight of that car brings back memories of our schooling days.=)&lt;br /&gt;We hesitated for a while before eventually deciding to walk towards the school gate and face our doom. See Yun arrived in her blue Vios as we were walking in. "Ah Long!! Long time no see!!" Ahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked into the foyer and tables were already placed there according to classes. Spotted 6Asas's table (mine) and seated there eagerly waiting for us was.....my class teacher Pn.Norishah!!!!!!! OMG!!!! How we missed her soooo soooo soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Special column dedicated to Pn.Norish) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our lives in Form 6, she was the only teacher who managed to capture our hearts (not an easy job)=P and instill our interest in her subject (Pengajian Am). I have to say, she made PA such a fun subject to study by relating interesting current issues and also her own life's experiences. What we have learned from her, is absolutely priceless because she has opened our eyes to a broader perspective thanks to her open-mindedness. Besides being a mentor, she has always played the role of our mother. Literally! Because of the way she treats us (U6A) as if we were her own kids. No wait...Let me re-phrase that. She cared for us better than her own children. And there was once, when one of her sons complained that she gave us more attention than she did for him. (can you imagine?!)xD&lt;br /&gt;So you get the idea on how well we are able to communicate because of her motherly character. Back when we were schooling, her trademark warm, cheerful smile always signalled her arrival. Eventually she earned the nickname 'Datin' from us because of her impeccable style. Today, when we stepped back into school for what I hope will not be the last time, that same warm, cheerful smile awaited us at the table. We were so happy to be able to see 'khai ma' again after such a long time.xD&lt;br /&gt;When we greeted her (Cikgu!!! We meet again xD), tears welled up in her eyes as she gleamed and looked at us. We were like kids coming home to visit our parents after a long time. Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "OK, the results are here on the table. Just sign your name and collect. Siapa nak ambil dulu?.............Raymond! Come~." (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;So I stepped forward and she told me to find my leaving cert and testimonial in the stack while she gets my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And u kena sign kat bawah ni and also kat sini." *points at a piece of paper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pn.Norish, I can't sign or write anything. My hands tengah mengigil lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahahaha!! Oh tak pe, sign je. Jangan lah nervous..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Macam mane tak nervous cikgu? Ambik result nih!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Both signatures turned out different thanks to the shivering* =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she holds my unopened result slip and said "Raymond....Uhhh~" with a serious expression. *holds for 5 seconds*&lt;br /&gt;During those 5 seconds, I thought this was over. I flunked STPM so badly that she didn't know how to console me. But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congrats!! U didn't fail anything and u did pretty well!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"U mean I passed?! Teacher are you kidding me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!! Betul lah Raymond. U passed!!! Result OK ni... I dah check dari&lt;br /&gt;awal lagi (laughs) Saja nak bagi suspense! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311802974289915458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SbdQqXdp7kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bhH1Giznhe8/s400/100320093492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh-leh... Ka Fai menyampuk pulak. Dun prasan, not ur time yet!! -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my slip and waited for Amirul to take his and we went to the pondok near the counselling room to open the security seal. To my disbelief, she wasn't joking. I passed STPM!! Not with flying colours la but quite alright for me. Right at that moment, all the fear and assumptions vanished and I felt really light. Went back to the foyer to see how others did.&lt;br /&gt;Once more I would like to congratulate Steph on her achievements!! You have done U6A and Datin (not pengetua ah) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;!!! ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all our friends, I can't believe 1 and a half years flew by in a blink of an eye. It just doesn't seem like its been that long. I just wish that we could start form 6 all over again.(crazy me) Hahahaha!! But thanks to you guys, form 6 life was a blast with all the experiences and fun we had!! =D&lt;br /&gt;This goes out especially to these people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Yap Chui Kheng (CK)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Stephanie Lee Shen Ling (Steph)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Amirul Ashraf (Mirul)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Chong Wai Hoong (Ah Hoong)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Seah Ming Wei (Mr.Seah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Tan Cai Fung (Ah Fung)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To other friends, you are not forgotten either!! Our journey doesn't just end here. The world is a small place. Keep in touch and one day we might just cross paths. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311802977010491522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SbdQqhmSoII/AAAAAAAAAHU/A_1G-hg5YG8/s400/100320093493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay!! Our Datin!! xD Her eyes are red cuz cryin' =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-7115060146897862154?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/7115060146897862154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=7115060146897862154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7115060146897862154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7115060146897862154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-what-do-you-know-turned-out-kinda.html' title='They lived happily ever after...The End'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SbdQqXdp7kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bhH1Giznhe8/s72-c/100320093492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-7481901736020937209</id><published>2009-03-07T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:05:40.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it comes!!!</title><content type='html'>I just can't describe how quickly time has passed since the last day of the exam. I expected a long, draggy holiday but no...Everything had to flash by in the blink of an eye. Just imagine, more than 90 days of well-deserved rest and it still feels like only a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, one morning I signed in to MSN and received an offline instant message from Ming Wei. The contents...distressing enough. I prayed that it was only bogus reports so I googled it right at that very moment. In seconds, my fears were confirmed. The STPM results are due for release on the 10th of March 2009 (next tuesday). I was kinda sceptical initially since there were many rumours going around about the alleged release date. But the source of this info was from The Star online so it is definitely for real. So I decided to get a damn grip on the situation and just accept whatever is coming my way. Easier said than done. I'm still getting butterflies and negative thoughts every once in a while. Luckily, her words of comfort and support helps me keep my anxiousness at bay =) Hey, its not just me who's getting all worked up over this. Unrest is spreading rapidly among my other form 6 peers as well!!xD Check out their blogs and you'll know what I mean. Some are even losing sleep over this issue. Well, as she told me : "No use worrying about things that cannot be changed". Very true!! Mwahahahahah! So I'll be trying my best to keep calm and just move forward into what the future holds. ~Que sera, sera...Whatever will be, will be...The future's not ours to see...Que sera, sera~ =P&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it for now. In need to let my mind be at peace.xD Off to Melaka tomorrow for a 'vacation'. Actually mom has another company expo there again. =.= Ah well, at least there are more things to see there (not to mention eat!!) Heehee =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-7481901736020937209?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/7481901736020937209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=7481901736020937209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7481901736020937209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/7481901736020937209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-it-comes.html' title='Here it comes!!!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-2927571147887760426</id><published>2009-03-03T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:59:32.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitable Tuesday =/</title><content type='html'>The day after the entire Ipoh thingy, I did nothing but chill and let loose. Didn't even bother to touch my pc!! Thinking about Tuesday's awaiting 'mission' was already enough to drain off my energy for the day. Whats all the fuss about? Not really a fuss la, I was more than happy to help out but still, its a daunting task!! (not complaining)&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, here goes. Remember my uncle that had an accident and broke his leg? Yah, its been 2 weeks since the op and he's due for a check-up to see if the wound is healing alright and also to remove the stiches on the 3-inch+ cut (yeowwwww!!!)&lt;br /&gt;His wife and 18-year old daughter(my cousin) both have driving licences but neither of them dare to drive anywhere other than their own neighbourhood. (can you imagine?!) urrrgh =.=&lt;br /&gt;So we voluntarily took up the task. Though his appointment was only due at 9.00 a.m, we had to start the journey really early to avoid the morning rush hour traffic. Make that 6 a.m! When my phone went shrieking at 5.30a.m, I got up feeling blurred and smacked the cursed thing quiet. Sat up in bed for a while and wondered "What in the world am I doing up so early? Even my school-going princess is still sound asleep at this hour!". Good thing my 'boot-up' time was really quick that morning. Before the shower shot a jet of freezing cold water on to my face, I was already wide awake. Plus, the aromatic white coffee from Ipoh made me feel SUPER!!XD Breakfast spread consisted of toast (golden brown) and a selected array of jams (fwahh~~ sounds like a hotel pulak) Hehehe... Outside my house, traffic was already building up.(duhh~ its directly beside a main road) But when I hit the Bukit Jalil-Puchong link road, things were smoother. I really had fun driving on the straight and winding roads under the dark blue dawn sky. It somehow felt similar to a scene in Jay Chou's Initial D movie where he was speeding along mountain roads in the calm morning. =/ Was doing around 80+ all the way to Puchong. I tried to go slower, but cars at the back kept pestering me by sticking really closely to my rear. (I hate you naffers!!) After that, we fetched my uncle and headed to PPUM (pusat perubatan universiti malaya) in PJ (got our butts jammed in traffic on the way there). Arrived at almost 8a.m. That might seem a bit too early but mind you, taking a number and waiting for your turn can take several hours in a government hospital. While my uncle and mom were at the waiting lounge, me and bro had nothing better to do so we explored the sprawling facility. (you can walk the place for hours and keep coming across new areas.) Eventually the curious duo took a few wrong turns and ended up in not-so-cheerful places (radiation chambers, critical bed-ridden patients with tubes and wires all over their bodies) Then, I saw a very very elderly white haired lady slumped in a wheelchair with her head lolling backwards. Could see that she was severely ill as she couldn't move and had a feeding tube going up her nostrils. Although it was rather disturbing to me, I still felt sorry for her as I could imagine the agony of suffering and not being able to do anything about it. We left immediately to avoid disturbing them. Went back to the waiting lounge and that was where our funny rubbish started. The dullness I was experiencing made me very prone to laughing at the slightest thing. Since I was guarding a pair of crutches for my uncle while he was in the examining room, we found them very amusing. Both of us were coming up with lunatic ideas on what we could do with them (flap them like wings, dance, perform stunts, poking people, hitting people etc.) And lastly I had this stupid idea to use the crutches and walk as if my leg was injured. The objective was to see if people bought my acting. -_-" So I got up from my seat, holding the crutches with only one foot on the floor (very realistic &amp;amp; the room was packed with people) and was about to start my 'performance' when some weird dude with a backpack noticed and approached me. I immediately aborted the plan but he still came and took a seat next to me. Then he said hello and asked what was wrong with my leg. In my mind, I wanted to say, " No, nothing's wrong with my leg. I just like crutches so much that I won't go anywhere without them". But I just uttered "No, nothing's wrong with my leg. I'm holding on to these for my uncle". It didn't end there, Mr.Abnoxiously Friendly had to drag on. He went: (conversation was in Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Quite a packed room today huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah...Quite packed, its like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "So you're waiting for your uncle is it? He just went in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ermm....Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "What's he here for today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Just a regular check up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "What's wrong with his leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "He broke his leg in an accident"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Oh I see...So where do you study?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cheras..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Hey, aren't you supposed to be in school now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No...I'm waiting for my results. On holiday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "You're Form 5?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Form 6."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Oh Form 6!! First year or second?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Graduated last year..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Oh I see... Form 6 is pretty good, one of my relatives is studying in form 6 too. So after this should be uni for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Yah should be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Oh thats good~ good~ How about this guy over here?" (referring to my bro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro:"SPM last year...Waiting for results as well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Wow...He's ur younger bro?(looks at me) He's slightly taller than you. I thought you were the younger one! What do you eat that makes you so tall?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: "No idea...I eat anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "You play basketball?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "You're so tall, I thought you play basketball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us: -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "I'm actually here to distribute some religious books. They're to help people to follow the right track and understand why we should all love God. So I'm going to give you a few cards to read since you are here. Do you read Chinese?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-hah!! My instincts were right from the start. I had a feeling that this weird guy had an intention. And he was beating around the bush to get to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Err...not really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : "Its OK...I've got english ones too." (And started handing them to my bro because I passed them over. Hahahaha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then not long after, my bro gave me the 'Do-Something-Before-I-Yell-At-Him' look because this guy just wouldn't stop and it was annoying us. You might think we're mean but if you were in our position and faced this wierdo in person, you'll do exactly the same. It was a seriously freaky situation. So my mind sprung into action in a split-second and I came up with an ingenius evasion plan(ceh~) =P. I pretended that I was receiving a phone call and my phone was vibrating. Then I faked my own conversation. (very believable) Here it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello? Yah...we're still upstairs.*pause* What?! What do you mean you're at the lobby? When did you even go...Ah forget it. We're coming down now lah. Urrgh! *puts the phone down* Hey Ron, we have to go down. They're at the lobby waiting. (Then I tell the guy in Mandarin again) Uh...Look, sorry that I have to interrupt. But we have to leave first. But thanks anyway. *Smiles and leaves the area quickly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then switched location to the open-air cafeteria, which was a far cry from the waiting lounge.(just to make sure he wouldn't spot us as it would be very awkward) We wanted to kill some time since the check-up would take a while. Ron suggested we 'munched' time away and volunteered to go get some snacks. I let him do it, thinking that he would bring back something nice like uhrmm...potato chips? Instead, he came with a packet of weird looking 'chips'. Malay style. Fried tapioca with 'daun wangi' and coated with absurdly hot chilli paste. They looked horrible in the packet and sure enough, they tasted like their looks. Soggy, hard and unevenly shaped. They were so damn oily that there was a little pool of yellow cooking oil at the base of the packet. After a few pieces, I told Ron to have the rest of the packet to himself as I've had enough. Scolded the dude for buying a packet of grease for a buck. He laughed and said he didn't know that they sucked that bad. He even said that they were quite 'OK'. Sure, when you pay RM1 for bat droppings, you would say they are lovely even though they stink. I got us some proper food after that. Hung around for some time chatting, and finally my uncle was done. By the time we reached home, it was already 3p.m. An entire day spent at the hospital!! XD If I have to go through this again, I think i'll need a visit to the hospital too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-2927571147887760426?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/2927571147887760426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=2927571147887760426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2927571147887760426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2927571147887760426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/03/hospitable-tuesday.html' title='Hospitable Tuesday =/'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-9158481150243494875</id><published>2009-03-01T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:58:53.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipoh Mali!!!</title><content type='html'>If someone says this, it means they come from the town of Ipoh. And &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, I don't hail from there if that is what you're wondering. Anyway...yah, we went to Ipoh yesterday. This trip wasn't exactly planned for a vacation. Me mum's company was having an expo at a hotel there for its investors. And she and a few other reps had to meet them. But here's the catch...the shitty management woudn't provide any form of transport nor offer to fund them. Frickin 'kiam-siap' I would say!! So everyone had to find their own way to get to Ipoh. Some suggested flying as air-fares are dirt cheap these days, some by train (damn slow wehh~) and even by bus (kill me!!) But in the end, final decision was to go by car as it was kinda convenient and everyone had one. They could have just frickin' squeezed their butts into one miserable car and joyfully bad-mouth the superiors all the way to Ipoh. But Noooo~~ They had to go separately.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about damn annoyed =.= And she told me and Twilight Actiongirl that we had to come along cuz she didn't want to drive there alone. The conversation went like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: This Sunday the expo is in Ipoh wor...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wah~ Quite far oso huh? Hehehe...So how you going there?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh we have to drive there by ourselves loh...&lt;br /&gt;Me: What &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;? *serious look*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ya mah...You all must follow me la....I dunno that place very well&lt;br /&gt;leh~ And Ipoh a lot of things to see one! And you never try&lt;br /&gt;the famous Ipoh 'nga choy' chicken before. VERY NICE ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;*with a hopeful smile on her face*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *still the serious look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally agreed in the end as the next day would have been a dull weekend anyway. xD But out of nowhere, dad tagged along as well because mom asked him if he was interested too *sound of glass shattering*&lt;br /&gt;(you know his driving style...McLaren) +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we went for our regular dim sum fix at Seong Kee in Tmn.Connaught and prepared for the 'trip'. Fed the tank with Rm50 worth of fuel and boosted the Toyos with some extra pressure before we hit the road. So~ Since my old man was at the wheel, the roller-coaster ride began. His favourite part came when it was the highway stretch. The lanes were pretty much empty except for a couple of cars ahead. Once it was clear in front, he gave the engine some 'exercise'. The car swiftly drifted into the fast lane and the next thing I knew, I was pushed back against my seat as the car accelerated rapidly. We passed a 110kph speed limit sign post. But when I stared at the car's speedometer, we were doing way~ more than that. It was 130kph when I first checked and later on it climbed to 140 and thank God it stayed there. With his driving style, I made a little comparison. The on-board data display showed that the engine was consuming an average of 20-25 litres of fuel per 100km with him as the driver. When I'm behind the wheel, I usually clock around 8-15 litres. Pretty obvious difference. But I didn't really mind this time because I was being well entertained by the Bose system. Halfway through the ride though, the system strangely failed and wouldn't come back on. Endured 20 minutes of road-noise before it eventually came back to life. The ride was pretty much the same throughout the 2 hour-plus journey to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival, I was disorientated at first because....well, the town is kinda small to be honest. Didn't even know we reached Ipoh because I thought we were just passing a 'small town'. xD&lt;br /&gt;Fine!! Call me a KL'ite XP Its just a bit strange to me that there were no sky-scrapers in the area. If I stared above the roofs of shoplots, I could see mountains in the horizon. You know, even when I was in Kuantan for my NS, we still had a few tall landmarks here and there. But hey, I just got here, and the least I can do is look around before I make any judgements ;)&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that I liked about Ipoh is the road traffic. Love it!! Simply love it. The road network is very well planned which makes locating places easy. Road condition is perfect, not a pothole in sight! And the motorists there, OMG...are so courteous!!=) When another car was next to ours at a small junction, the driver actually signalled us to turn first. You don't get this stuff in K.L. XD&lt;br /&gt;Had some local delicacies for lunch and went shopping for some munchies to take home before going to the hotel where I spent the rest of the boring afternoon. (luckily I got princess's sms reminding me to try the white coffee there. The whole trip would have been a waste if i hadn't) ^^&lt;br /&gt;While the expo was going on, I just hung around the lobby and toured the hotel till I was worn out. Then, sat around the lounge area and napped to kill time. The waiting part was the worst as we had no entertainment at all and nothing to do. So bro and I talked crap and cracked jokes all day. And I blame that ass for not wanting to bring our laptop along!! I would have been able to watch music videos or listen to some music.&lt;br /&gt;As a substitute, we watched hotel guests check in and out for some time. Starting from French, English, Japanese, African... You name it, we saw them. (very 'mou liu' thing to do) =.= no choice.&lt;br /&gt;Also we saw some eye-candy at the parking lot. Quite a number of cool rides were parked there. The highlights were the Nissan 350Z, Skyline GT-R (apek owner), Kompressor and X-5.&lt;br /&gt;At last, expo was over at 5p.m (thank heavens!) and we could all have dinner and go home!!!=D&lt;br /&gt;So, stuffed ourselves at a nearby town and then it was back to the highways. This time it was raining so McLaren had to go slow. Mwahahahah!! Come to think about it, Ipoh is not a bad place to go if you wanna get away from the hectic life in the BIG city. I had a fair share of likings for this town and didn't regret making the trip here. =) If I was asked to go again, my answer would probably be yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-9158481150243494875?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/9158481150243494875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=9158481150243494875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/9158481150243494875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/9158481150243494875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/03/ipoh-mali.html' title='Ipoh Mali!!!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-100130349740844117</id><published>2009-02-25T19:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:24:51.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Revisited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only recently I started appreciating the priceless value of pictures. I'm not talking about those decorative pictures we hang on walls, but ones that we take by ourselves. When some quote that "a picture says a thousand words", they're not being sarcastic. In fact, this is very true. Nothing captures the moments,feelings and atmosphere of an occation better than photos. We can't exactly describe every detail of an event purely by word of mouth can we? But when we look at a picture, nothing more needs to be said as it gives us a first-hand perspective of what is going on. And with rapid advancements in optical technology, DSLR-type cameras can give us a near-lifelike picture resolution (HD).&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, but why am I so hyped up about pics all of a sudden? Hehheh...&lt;br /&gt;Ermm~~ A few minutes before this was posted, I was browsing through my portable hard drive to look for some songs to play and I stumbled upon a folder filled with vast amounts of pictures!! O_o&lt;br /&gt;It was like walking through a museum exhibit as photos that I've haven't seen in a long time surfaced. As I previewed each photo one by one, a journey back in time began. Memories and experiences started to flash back into my mind as if the moments captured in the pictures came back to life again. At this point, of all the years as a secondary school student, I have to admit that being in Form 6 has to be the best experience I've had. =) My choice of studying in SMK Bandar Tun Hussein Onn 2's newly implemented Form 6 classes wasn't a mistake although I was made to face one of the world's top-30 toughest examinations. The friends I have made there, the experiences gained and meeting her (my other half) more than justifies that choice. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Even though most of my F6 buds were stuck with me since F4 in SMKCP, I still made a few new friends and met long lost ones along the way as well. As mentioned in the wise quote above, I'll include a few pictures which describes my unforgettable journey in a nutshell. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306733203460652098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SaVNu3YK_EI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AWbCgcz3LJk/s400/all+of+us.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The Dynamic Bunch xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306733207302268546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SaVNvFsFZoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ndPMF_QzXCw/s400/RIMG0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lower 6 Juniors (2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306733216979968002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SaVNvpvbYAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EmAd8cGhzNE/s400/RIMG0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Teachers trying to boogie down =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306733218235967682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SaVNvua4aMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kePq3uXoOxc/s400/RIMG0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Four Posers (we suck!!) xP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306733219981723490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SaVNv07Gh2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/vvfWZs_P0Nc/s400/carmen1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ta-Dah!! Heehee! Surprise~ xP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307302830693748034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SadTziLtDUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i5G1-uWrAOg/s400/1_108880908l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Their Maths Teacher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307302821812531954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SadTzBGQcvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KxitJYPSduQ/s400/1_517219325l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Gone MAD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307302819892499122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SadTy58fErI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ePhRFBUGQm8/s400/DSCN2459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The journey's happy ending =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-100130349740844117?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/100130349740844117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=100130349740844117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/100130349740844117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/100130349740844117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/02/memories-revisited.html' title='Memories Revisited...'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SaVNu3YK_EI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AWbCgcz3LJk/s72-c/all+of+us.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-377457316793700441</id><published>2009-02-25T11:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:28:48.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days Are Numbered</title><content type='html'>Time is running out... Even as I am composing this post, the seconds are ticking away at speed. The worst part is, there is nothing I can do to stop it. So its true when they say that "time waits for no man". I woke up this morning in a rather sombre mood. Its weird though, since the last few days (not to mention weeks) have been a blast with lots of stuff to do and things to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly today, I feel kinda down in the dumps =/&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't a guy, I'd pass it off as a typical case of PMS. Mwahahahaha!! (but its NOT) xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to admit...Reality took a firm grip on me as I stared at the calendar. I noticed that today IS the 25th of Febuary. OMG!!! How the *beep* did time fly by like that?!! It feels as if just yesterday, classmates and friends of Form 6 pulled off a LOUD rendition of Happy Birthday for me at the very moment the last STPM paper ended at 10.30am, 4th of December. I even recall Amirul's treat...a free ride home!! xD btw, thanks bro! =) And a hilarious birthday card from CK and Cai Fung (which depicts an excited pink pig gobbling down a gigantic multi-tier birthday cake). On top of all, a really awesome lookin' photo frame my dearest princess made for me ^-^ I prominently display that one on my bedside table. (and she has no clue about the pic I put in) Hahaha!! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, all these things made it seem like no time had passed at all and I was looking forward to a carefree, do-what-I-want holiday. But haizzz~~~ All good things must come to an end I guess =.=&lt;br /&gt;Here's the needle thats been pricking me all the while, the day that our STPM results will be announced. Even if the exact date has not been determined just yet, it still gives me the chills thinking about it. The atmosphere of the hall, the expression on the teacher's faces, lining up to collect the slips, and finally, getting my eyes to look at the printed words.&lt;br /&gt;I've done that twice in my secondary school life, but I hate to go through the same harrowing experience again. Do I feel anxious because I didn't prepare myself well for STPM? That doesn't happen to be the case. Preparations were started months in advance to avoid the same mistakes I made during SPM. In the end, we fought a month-long academic war giving nothing less than our best. But after all of that, the final outcome is still out of our control. Whatever that is printed on my result slip, I'll have to accept. That was the way since UPSR. That will still be the way now. If 'flying colours' isn't on the cards for me, then maybe my best wasn't good enough. As I'm saying this, a fact crossed my mind. Hey, there isn't anything to fear really. The future holds many opportunities and chances for us. Its only up to the individual whether he or she is willing to grab those options and make the most of it. Sure, facts on paper showcase your achievements in school and is used to impress prospective employers in the future. But it all comes down to plain ability, experience, skill and talent which you possess inside thats vital. Those are the building blocks of a successful person. I've seen people who look great on paper but score an F- at work. Trust me, there are such people.&lt;br /&gt;So what I can say at this moment is stay positive and don't ever admit defeat. As what she tells me all the time: "Don't let dissapointments easily discourage you" ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-377457316793700441?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/377457316793700441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=377457316793700441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/377457316793700441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/377457316793700441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-are-numbered.html' title='The Days Are Numbered'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-2512282985097491386</id><published>2009-02-17T21:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:37:50.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Rage... In The Car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Furious&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agitated&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raging&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;These three words describe the way i'm feeling at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Typically i'll chill within a few hours or so... But anyway, I just had the urge to spit this out somewhere before someone's nose gets broken by my clenched fists. Most of you might be wondering : " What could possibly make this guy blow his lid that badly?"&lt;br /&gt;The answer to that, boys and girls would be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BACKSEAT DRIVERS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes!! Although that phrase isn't entirely accurate due to the fact that one of them was seated beside me, it still fits the damn picture.&lt;br /&gt;But its true, the most likely cause of my rage when driving would be none other than backseat drivers, besides other idiotic drivers in adjacent vehicles swerving into my lane without a hint of signalling. If one of those drivers could read this, here's a message to you: "I swear if I had rocks or pebbles in my car, I'd fling one at your rear-windshield the next time you pull a lame stunt like that!!" A shattered windshield ought to be a grim reminder for you to at least signal before switching lanes.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, there were two backseat drivers in the car today. Both with driving skills no better than that of Lindsay Lohan. Seated behind was the first one, starring my mom. And co-star in the front passenger seat was my bro. Lead actress has been behind the wheel for decades but has a pathetic emergency response time of maybe.... 1 second? That means if a car in front were to brake suddenly, I would see 'the light' long before she even notices the bright-red brake lights from the car ahead. How about the co-star next to me? Well, he in this case, has scarce driving knowledge and experience if not none. Simply said, put him behind the wheel and i'll see 'the light' too. Conclusion? Honestly said, my skills and estimation while driving well surpasses the likes of those two. (ceh~) =P&lt;br /&gt;My bro will only be getting his driver's licence by the end of this year and yet he gives opinions and critisicms as though he fully understands the concepts, feel and rules of driving. Even tonight while I was driving, he even has developed the nerve to tell me when to signal and how. Aiya, he has no idea. But wait, he'll get a taste of his own medicine when he gets his probationary licence. I'll give him hell the same way he did to me!! Mwahahahaha~~ So he'd better start shutting up from now on. If his opinions were acceptable, I'd take them into consideration. But the thing is, he has no clue whatsoever about being on the road but still talks like a veteran driver. Uhh...'Tin Kosong' loh, in B.M. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Mom on the other hand, is nothing more than a noise for my entertainment besides the Kaskade CD playing on the stereo. Which noise do I prefer? The latter was my choice of course. xD&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, at times the noise from the back is able to overwhelm the music. I can only wait for the warranty period to be over so that I can carry out a few modifications to fix that. I've got a set of Sony amps (real monsters!) and Black Magic subs, waiting in the storeroom to be put in the trunk. Once thats done, then I can crank up the volume and get stuff rattling.&lt;br /&gt;Well... This kettle has let off enough steam. I've chilled back to normal. Oh well, I guess here's where this post shall end. One final message to all backseat drivers, shut-up and I assure you a safe and pleasant car ride. Thank you for riding with me and I wish you a pleasant evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-2512282985097491386?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/2512282985097491386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=2512282985097491386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2512282985097491386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/2512282985097491386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/02/road-rage-in-car.html' title='Road Rage... In The Car!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-4874494991584901534</id><published>2009-02-13T15:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:38:00.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, we have a problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How time flies! Its been almost a week since I last updated. And I have a good reason for what took me so long. So here's the keyword of the last few days...&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MADNESS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Two major factors contribute to that. Firstly, I guess all of you know what is the occation tomorrow (14th Febuary) Ring any bells? Yup, that pretty much kept me on my heels since two days ago. Second, my hectic work schedule constantly kept dragging me here and there. The pressure was mounting as time drew closer and closer till V'Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 12th Feb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that flashed through my head in the morning, was the fact that I had less than 48 hours to get everything on track. But don't get me wrong, it wasn't a last minute thing. For your information, I was well aware of it since uh...3 weeks ago? And please, with all the constant flashy reminders on the telly since January, how could I possibly forget it? xD&lt;br /&gt;Here's one from the Hallmark channel just as I was watching The Nanny: " The month of Febuary starts with the&lt;br /&gt;letters '&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;' &amp;amp; '&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;'!! yadah yadah yadah....yep yep yep."&lt;br /&gt;I can take a hint for cryin' out loud!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its just that the opportunity of having the car to myself the entire day, was rather hard to come by. Everyone just seems to have something to do when I have to use it. As time slowly but steadily slipped away, I got restless. I knew that I needed to go look around for a gift...and FAST too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, opportunity came knocking at my door! Someone up there must have heard my desperate calls for help =/&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday (yesterday) morning, mom told me I could have the car because dad wasn't going anywhere. Under one condition, I had to deliver some insurance paperwork to Menara Axis in PJ for her after I was done with my stuff. No problem at all Ma'!! xD&lt;br /&gt;I jumped at that chance in a split second. Before she drove off to office at 9a.m, she even left me her J'Card so I could have the 2 hours free parking at Jusco. Guess she knows that I might take some time to look around. Well, what can I say? Her instincts are impeccable!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, Ron and I were supposed to stop by SMKCP for a business meeting with the school's headmistress before heading to Jusco. On the way there, we got a call from her secretary telling us the meeting has been re-scheduled to Friday (today). If the school was our only destination, I'd be one seriously pissed guy. But, then again, the cancelled meeting would mean more time to look around! Suddenly everything was going the way I wanted...what a feeling! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at 10a.m. to find the carpark almost empty except for maybe 20+ cars. Picked a spot nearest to the entrance and parked. Next, I walked into a shopper's heaven. All the shops were open for business but not a single customer is seen walking around. The walkways, usually bustling with eager shoppers, were empty and bare. I could hear the air-conditioner blowing and some music being played by shops nearby. I couldn't believe the sights! I brought my blurred and disorientated self upstairs and found one of my best buds, Mr.Seah strolling around and away from his workplace, SNS Networks. His excuse for wandering was: "no customers around yet" xD. Anyway, paid his counter a visit and surveyed the products...namely pendrives, SD cards, laptops and desktop PCs. So if any of you need stuff like that, go look for that guy lah. Just tell him that he looks like Rain and you'll get a handsome discount. Second floor, home department, first counter on left, you won't miss it. And NO, he didn't pay me for this ad either...hahaha!! Chatted with him for a while, and guess what? He was looking for something nice to get for his girl too. He couldn't make up his mind yet, so I went first to look around.&lt;br /&gt;Since the whole place seemed like mine, I had the liberty of walking into every shop I passed and having the sales assistants show me the products. Everything was Valentine's at all outlets so, making my decision was tough indeed. Started out from Memory Lane and ended up at Living Cabin. So many potential choices, only one final decision. Even Ron was getting fed-up of following me around. Next round, Ming Wei tagged along and left his counter once more. So...we window-shopped further and finally went into Memory Lane because their things were...nicer?=/&lt;br /&gt;Selected what I felt was best and got it. At that time, Ming Wei still couldn't quite make up his mind yet and ended up buying a present for his lil' sis's birthday instead. He booked us for Friday lunch before we left. But finally!! What a relief when I was able to get what I came for. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what I got for her? Its a nice ****** with a cute greeting card I picked myself. =P&lt;br /&gt;Total time spent shopping? Approx 1 hour and 36 minutes, parking's still free!!=P Damn, we sound so much like women by the way we shopped yesterday. Hahaha! But well, I guess V'Day is when us guys get out of our comfort zone and do the extraordinary for our loved ones.=) After that, the day continued with the other tasks such as the PJ trip and all. Not very interesting to blog about. So thats it for Thursday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 13th Feb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm went off at 7a.m. and I knew it was D'Day. Err...well, Valentines's wasn't due till Saturday but I had to try and pass it to her earlier because Saturday itself proves too troublesome for her hectic schedule. Today was my best shot if it even succeeded at all. Adrenalin rush! I jumped out of bed and got the day started. Had a number of things to do before the 'main event' at 12.30pm. Meeting with that headmistress was at 9a.m sharp in the school's conference room. I kept the stuff in my car in case it took too long . That way, I could go straight to her school and pass it to her. And well, the meeting turned out to be only half an hour. Still had 3 hours more till school ends. Went back home and aunt suggested we paid a visit to my great-grandma's tomb to clean up the place. Sigh....and so~ we went and did the job. Got attacked by a mob of blood-thirsty mosquitoes in the process. After that, it was almost time. At 12.15, grabbed the car keys and left for BTHO. Heart-rate and anxiety sky-rocketed on the way. While I drove, I was thinking to myself: "Will this work?" and "Will she even accept it?" and even "Will she even be there?" Told myself that I would give it my best shot and that was all I could do. Arrived at the school, made a U-turn to get the right direction, parked and the bell rang. School was over...perfect timing. The moment of truth came. It was now or never. My stomach did a backward flip. No turning back. I took a deep breath, calmed down and in my mind I said: "Here goes nothing!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-4874494991584901534?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/4874494991584901534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=4874494991584901534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4874494991584901534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/4874494991584901534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/02/houston-we-have-problem.html' title='Houston, we have a problem...'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-3169316940771583108</id><published>2009-02-08T21:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:38:12.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Event in Balakong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phew!! Its been about 24 hours since the event last night. What's there for me to say? Just one of our countless events supplied and managed successfully by us. I'm not boasting or anything but, its just that we aim to perform at our best with minimal flaws. So what went on yesterday? Well, the equipments meant for this project were tested and packed the day before. So we pretty much just lazed around and did some final checks, and thats when suddenly... S#@*!!! I realised I missed one VERY crucial item. There weren't any batteries for the wireless microphones, and they were going to be used that night! Ransacked my entire house and couldn't find any. Can you imagine?!! Without thinking any further, I grabbed the car keys, chucked my bro into the car and floored it all the way to Tesco Cheras (forget speed limits, forget road laws, forget road manners!! I needed those frickin' batteries PRONTO!!) xD Haha!! Kidding~~ I even signalled while changing lanes =P&lt;br /&gt;Reached Tesco, and the parking lot was kinda' empty so it was a matter of choosing a spot I liked. Passed by Big Apple Donuts on the way up, and ignored the darned chocolate filled ring-shaped pastry that was calling out to me (-_-") I swear i'll come back for them next time. But with the price for a box of 12 currently at RM24.00, that next time will take quite some time. So if the CEO of Big Apple were to be reading this, you'd better be more humble with your prices mister or i'll settle for half a dozen or worse... I'll switch to J.CO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh where was I? Oh ya... We proceeded upstairs to the supermarket and rushed to the nearest cashier. TA-DAH!! There they were, packed into cartons of four and gleaming under the lights... the alkaline batteries manufactured by Tesco. At this point, I think most of you would be wondering why would I take the trouble just to obtain those? Well, for starters, a pack of 2 Energizer or Eveready alkaline batteries would cost me about RM4.50-4.80, while a pack of four by Tesco is only RM2.80 and they are of the same quality and standard!! Besides, after every event regardless of whether the batteries are still usable or otherwise, I still discard them. So you get it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300436521174784994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY7u7t8hW-I/AAAAAAAAABI/_OHYMRQpFPQ/s320/S6300701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The little guys that do BIG things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I grabbed four packs to last me a few events without having to go through this again. After that madness, most of the day was just idle as the event only starts at 7pm. We were required to be there by 5pm for setup and soundcheck purposes. The organisers requested for entertainers and emcees from our company. So dad arranged for a female vocalist to be flown in from mainland China as well as 2 local artistes to keep the night lively. He was obliged to take the trouble anyway as this event was secured by him. And NO, these artistes are unknown to youths like us. Only God knows which hole they popped out from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300442770089987346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY70nc-ATRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wwHyRGO2TD4/s320/S6300706.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Venue: Balakong Multi-Purpose Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300442769651320386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY70nbVaxkI/AAAAAAAAABY/BQCozxj011w/s320/S6300708.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From Left: Unknown, Miss China, Xiao Tian Tian &amp;amp; ermm, my dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300442766608926434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY70nQADhuI/AAAAAAAAABg/_0GsL8XIbDc/s320/S6300713.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Sound Guy a.k.a. Me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300442771212727058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY70nhJr8xI/AAAAAAAAABo/oLSBcawU1yg/s320/S6300714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Visual &amp;amp; Playback Technician a.k.a. Ron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300442778488247970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY70n8QTlqI/AAAAAAAAABw/QcnNqFzNJUI/s320/S6300710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Masterminds of AudioRay xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But there was this one and only thing that irked me last night. It was none other than the event organiser himself! Not a very skilled one I must say. In fact, i think its his first time ever organising a gig such as this. So that explains the lousy buffet spread and messy programme schedule. The amateur planner was an elderly (very elderly) Hakka man who hails from the quaint village of Balakong. Speaks Hakka and ONLY Hakka. So a very BIG thanks to my Ma' and her side of the family because I picked up the dialect from them and am able to communicate fairly well with it :) If it wasn't for them, I would not have been able to co-ordinate with the organiser well. Anyway, that guy kept ringing my dad up since 3pm asking where where we and why haven't we arrived yet. Uh, hello? My system takes only 30 minutes to setup and tune. What am i going to do with the remaining length of time there? Help you put up the baloons? Sheesh! Apparently he was worried that we wouldn't show up for the event (-_-") Yeah right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, we arrived at the venue at the agreed time of 5pm. Apek was never so happy and eager to see anyone arriving. Ordered his staff to assist us in any way we wanted. But I didn't take any advantage of that offered luxury because I trust my team more with the work. Setup was going smoothly until we noticed that there wasn't any power at the plug points. I checked the hall's power supply system and found the cause of the problem. The ancient wiring was shorted out because of rain water from leaky drain pipes. We had no choice but to re-wire and tap power from the ventilation system. Pumped the system up and everything was functioning well, meaning the new power source provided adequate juice. Once the sound system was running, everyone rushed to us for a chance to rehearse the performances. One dance troupe consisting of primary school kids used the song 'What Time Is It' from HSM 2 and from our opinion, was a really corny performance. Here are a few snapshots of the night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300465835909385314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8JmD15DGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HJh_QjxzWt0/s320/S6300721.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The stage view from my sound deck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300465837046506642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8JmIFAJJI/AAAAAAAAACA/YZ39NqDiQB8/s320/S6300717.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The hall was rapidly filling up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300465836505648242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8JmGEDTHI/AAAAAAAAACI/NBLyOn-TeSw/s320/S6300732.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Traditional dance by primary school kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300465837091899250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8JmIP0x3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/L1Yt7VGNW3g/s320/S6300726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Serdang MP Teo Nie Cheng giving a speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300465843432836130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8Jmf3nzCI/AAAAAAAAACY/1CdOTRqg6pQ/s320/S6300723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some other Datuk talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300470746755870434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8OD6K7ruI/AAAAAAAAACg/EjtXfsxwz1c/s320/S6300733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lion Dance Troupe Perform&lt;/span&gt;ance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300470747338519746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8OD8V2NMI/AAAAAAAAACo/_28SRqB1E7E/s320/S6300735.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kids getting excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300470746276079282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8OD4YiprI/AAAAAAAAACw/VcpkyUaH8dI/s320/S6300750.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Up-close &amp;amp; Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300470749137594002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8OEDCx5pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/l2GAc3_QKX8/s320/S6300739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The lion wants the mic xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300470749625640530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8OEE3I5lI/AAAAAAAAADA/ECdLFoWPOeQ/s320/S6300740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mind your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300471677695422594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8O6GMN8II/AAAAAAAAADI/mRPhUjG4_KI/s320/S6300746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Final ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300471681133846818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY8O6TAAISI/AAAAAAAAADQ/X22-dhRD4zI/s320/S6300755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;In my storeroom after the event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Overall, it was a successful and satisfying event from our side. Everything went smoothly without any technical difficulties. The lousy F&amp;amp;B and planning was none of our business so we shall not comment further on that. And, there is good news today... She's feeling better already!!^^ Was really worried about her cold in the last few days. If she's reading this, AVOID COLD DRINKS AND GET ENOUGH SLEEP!! Hehe...till next time, bb!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-3169316940771583108?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/3169316940771583108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=3169316940771583108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3169316940771583108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/3169316940771583108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny-event-in-balakong.html' title='CNY Event in Balakong'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY7u7t8hW-I/AAAAAAAAABI/_OHYMRQpFPQ/s72-c/S6300701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785193446683992541.post-508313352249175130</id><published>2009-02-06T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:38:23.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bang!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think most of us are aware that the universe began with a mind-blowing explosion. (duh~) And so, the same goes for me I guess. After months of procrastination and typical teenage apathy, BOOM! my first post has finally popped up... Signalling the birth of my long awaited blog. xD&lt;br /&gt;I'm not proud of the way it had to start though.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the constant lame excuses I've been giving to friends and my girl since what? Last year?? haha!! Well, better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I hesitated to blog was because i thought that it is a pretty tedious task to perform daily. Oih...how dumb was i to think that? (=.=)&lt;br /&gt;After my nightmarish exam last year, I actually NEED stuff like this to keep myself from becoming a vegetable! Err so~ before I make myself sound more like a jakun from Bophutatswana, lets skip the corny intro and right to my first post which is today =)&lt;br /&gt;The day pretty much started like crap. Woke up at 8a.m instead of my usual 7 thanks to my Oh-So-Loud handphone alarm that shuts up at the touch of any button. My hand must have went into auto-pilot mode and pressed it when the alarm went off. So i guess the alarm clock feature wasn't designed with Malaysian sleepers in mind.xD Went downstairs to find that breakfast was non-existent. Then it was off to the market for me to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we needed to get to the hospital to visit my uncle who broke his leg in a motorcycle accident thanks to some nerdy college boy who rammed a car into him. Initial plan was, Raymond drives the Spectra to the hospital with everyone else, and dad gets along with his own business using the four-wheeler. But, suddenly dad suggests: " why don't we all go with Ray's car, I drop U ppl off at the hospital, and I go do my own thing". Firstly, bad idea. Secondly, I don't trust him with my car. It has a pretty low sport body-kit. The front skirting is roughly about the height of 1 coke can from the road surface, which means, go any faster than 30km/h on a typical speed bump, you'll scrape the ground. But with dad's 'lovely' driving skills, its nerve-racking to sit on the passenger side. Even if I tell him to be careful, he'll say: "why is your car having such a low body-kit oh Raymond?" Because its NICE, THATS WHY!!! Of course, I didn't say that though. I just kept quiet and let him drive. There were nice songs playing on the radio anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bro went to our sound equipment distributor's warehouse at noon to select and purchase a few microphone stands since we wrecked a few at previous events. Plus, we desperately need a few for our event tomorrow night. When the catalogue was presented to us, we suddenly had a debate on whether to get black stands or chrome ones. I wanted black mic stands while he wanted chrome, saying that the latter was more lasting and durable (they're the same actually) In the end, black prevailed and we headed home with a bunch of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300613015989286114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY-PdEXadOI/AAAAAAAAADY/JejLHhHVkoA/s320/S6300670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Comes with its own carry case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300613020643446098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY-PdVtDTVI/AAAAAAAAADg/z1XRpIRIo58/s320/S6300671.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Asthetically pleasing yet sturdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's event is a rather high profiled one as it involves state assemblymen and V.I.P.s in the Balakong district. From what I heard from the organisers, they've got free makan!! (buffet style) So feel free to barge in if you have nothing else to do xD Its going to be held at the Balakong multi-purpose hall from 7pm onwards.. We'll be there to supply the sound equipments for the speeches as well as performances. Whoa...I'm getting out of topic aren't I? Hehe...Something actually cheered me up, its FRIDAY!!! Which means I get to spend time with my girl and catch up with her :) Sadly, she's not feeling very well lately. Down with the common cold. I hope she'll feel better soon!!=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! I think I blabbered enough for my first post. Its almost 2.am. I'd better hit the sack. My next post will be after tomorrow's event, complete with pics!! So till then... See ya! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785193446683992541-508313352249175130?l=soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/feeds/508313352249175130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6785193446683992541&amp;postID=508313352249175130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/508313352249175130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785193446683992541/posts/default/508313352249175130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundmanbitesback.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-bang.html' title='The Big Bang!!'/><author><name>Raymond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05531418952329999639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrSJbMzyc7A/TiVPndotrHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G59EswucnvA/s220/Photo0423.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrsfFP9xHUM/SY-PdEXadOI/AAAAAAAAADY/JejLHhHVkoA/s72-c/S6300670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
