<?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-9261033</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:56:21.770+08:00</updated><category term='tagged'/><category term='Others'/><category term='Cyling/MTB'/><category term='Election'/><title type='text'>shook me all night long</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-8814137602930242210</id><published>2008-11-27T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:37:39.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Mumbai</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine is in Mumbai. As expected he was (still is) bloody worried about the situation. Lucky for him he is in a hotel quite a bit off from the madness, but not so lucky cause he is in Mumbai. As we're chatting he was informed that there will some escorts to get them out. So all the stupid jokes about social escorts, we-might-die-tomorrow-shag, what fucks not came out lah. Then this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;Hamsta&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;shit they've just contacted me to ask me to decide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;3:10pm&lt;/span&gt; Shook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_605302162_3429174024" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;decide what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;3:10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=605302162"&gt; Hamsta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;now or a few more days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;now or a few more days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;3:10pm&lt;/span&gt;Shook&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_605302162_3003968590" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;NOW!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;3:10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=605302162"&gt; Hamsta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;i'm going to attempt to do the evac now bro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;wish me luck&lt;/p&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked! darn tensed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying to God for my friend's safe return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I made stupid jokes about your situation but seriously, it was all for fun and to make u calm and relaxed. Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more stupid jokes about stray bullet after this ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe journey bro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-8814137602930242210?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/8814137602930242210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=8814137602930242210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/8814137602930242210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/8814137602930242210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-mumbai.html' title='Crazy Mumbai'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-7205306621300890567</id><published>2008-07-25T08:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:49:59.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyling/MTB'/><title type='text'>Sungai Kerling - Hardest Ride of my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/SIkgjX-hyCI/AAAAAAAAACs/VWd9RhQHrcU/s1600-h/Kerling+hill+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 553px; height: 442px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/SIkgjX-hyCI/AAAAAAAAACs/VWd9RhQHrcU/s400/Kerling+hill+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226744634643957794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;600 metres of elevation, 12kms of hilly trail and half dead when we reached the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way down though.... is SWEET!&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/9261033-7205306621300890567?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/7205306621300890567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=7205306621300890567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/7205306621300890567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/7205306621300890567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2008/07/sungai-kerling-hardest-ride-of-my-life.html' title='Sungai Kerling - Hardest Ride of my life!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/SIkgjX-hyCI/AAAAAAAAACs/VWd9RhQHrcU/s72-c/Kerling+hill+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-3063357486424804368</id><published>2008-06-25T09:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:26:20.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batu Dam (Empangan Batu) - Took my breath away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/SGGz5tp7rKI/AAAAAAAAACk/QVLMb907gCI/s1600-h/batu+dam+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 654px; height: 447px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/SGGz5tp7rKI/AAAAAAAAACk/QVLMb907gCI/s400/batu+dam+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215647647561133218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This place is absolutely beautiful. It all started innocently enough all gathered at the main gate and the gang move on ahead and I have to play catchup as I was busy strapping my camera and gear. Once I get going catching up with the boys is all that I focussed on, being left behind on your first time is not a good Idea. As I reached the top of the dam I was breathing heavily, heads down as I'm trying to catch my breath. Once I looked up though the view really took my breath away. It is absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there transfixed by the magnificent view only then I starts to feel the cold air blowing softly, the mist swirling around us and that oh so fresh air. At the end of the ride, 5 leeches and 2 bee stings later, I still couldn't forget the majestic view. Picture perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trail itself is quite interesting and fun. Total of 16+kms, several river crossing and to most riders the super nice 2 kms of downhill from the top. Throughtout the trail the lake will be by your side until you go deeper into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 4-5kms of the trail are largely flat rolling terrain and once you crossed your first major stream only then it gets a bit tough. You will leave the lake at this point and ride roughly 2 kms of uphill. Then you'll be rewarded with roughly 1 kms of downhill towards a cool cool river which is the central point of the trail. Here is where we take our rest before continuing with the huge loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having tasted the "first hand" water from the river you will then have to ride uphill for few hundred metres before the big showdown, 2 kms of fast flowing downhill ride. Busted my front suspension trying to catch up with a guy with Vanilla shocks (good excuse to get a new shocks ehehehe) Its fun and its fast but be careful of the few man made ditches from the maintenance work carried out last 2 weeks. A slight misjudgment might hurl you into the trees. So choose your lines carefully. Unlike Kiara, you'll do fine with a hardtail and you can ride hard and fast throughout the entire 2kms or so of descend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this descend you will be back at the first major river you crossed before. That marks the end of the loop of which you will cycle back for some 4-5kms or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it was an absolutely wonderful ride. The trail is challenging enough yet not that prohibitive for beginners like me. Highly enjoyable and through it all I just have to remind myself that the view is for real and I'm not dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-3063357486424804368?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/3063357486424804368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=3063357486424804368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/3063357486424804368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/3063357486424804368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2008/06/batu-dam-empangan-batu-took-my-breath.html' title='Batu Dam (Empangan Batu) - Took my breath away'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/SGGz5tp7rKI/AAAAAAAAACk/QVLMb907gCI/s72-c/batu+dam+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-4031586353981018527</id><published>2008-05-27T16:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:58:14.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Unity - Malaysian Artiste for Unity</title><content type='html'>I'm just plain lazy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Areysha kept pestering me for updates (cause she is the only one who reads apparently :P) but most of the happening stuff are either too personal or something that I have to do some bloody good research on. Unlike Iddy who forver crave for something to poke, flip, dissect, put in some statistical test (or whatever else these researchers do) I'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the fact that only Areysha's the only one reading also makes it redundant innit? Since I told her oredi marh... niasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I'm darn lazy to update my blog even for a worthy cause like the typhoon and earthquake issue recently. Unlike those days when I really go all out for these stuff and publish what have youse when it comes to channeling donations etc etc. Gosh am I guilty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one though is a different. It is something I really really believed in. Plus the fact that it is bloody good music. Check out the videos too. Darn kaw funny I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it is a project by Malaysian artistes and just about everybody to promote unity in our increasingly fractured Malaysia. There were total of 120 involved in the making of this marvelous venture. With Zero budget too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fresh change from the govt's initiatives which reeks of propaganda and what have youse (who can forget our 50th Merdeka bash aye?). You can see more and more of such initiative be it in small scale or something as well publicised as this. It is heartwarming to see that such an initiative come from the people itself and there's no need for some massive govt's backed initiative, tax breaks etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do your part, go to the site and spread the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/"&gt;http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;p/s Yes, there's Maya Karin in there but worry not she didn't sing. Pheew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-4031586353981018527?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/4031586353981018527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=4031586353981018527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/4031586353981018527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/4031586353981018527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2008/05/unity-malaysian-artiste-for-unity.html' title='Unity - Malaysian Artiste for Unity'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-5778358019869641437</id><published>2008-05-16T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:48:42.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyling/MTB'/><title type='text'>Kemensah here I come</title><content type='html'>So yeah I did my first hash few weeks back and instead of the 23 km as planned, we skip to the short route halfway and did the 14kms instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, going to Kemensah. Instead of the 100+ cyclist there would be only the 6 of us and instead of having the option to skip to a shorter trail halfway this is a no way back 20kms track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that at the end of the 10kms trail there's a wonderful waterfall/river. Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-5778358019869641437?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/5778358019869641437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=5778358019869641437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/5778358019869641437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/5778358019869641437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2008/05/kemensah-here-i-come.html' title='Kemensah here I come'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-8057073809292578432</id><published>2008-03-08T11:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:19:23.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><title type='text'>Election Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/R9ILEn2IBJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C368wbNQJXA/s1600-h/flagsn0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/R9ILEn2IBJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C368wbNQJXA/s400/flagsn0.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175211095845504146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who dunno how to go about at the election centre, it was pretty simple really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you check ur name and status at the Voters details/confirmation desk. They'll give u your Saluran no/Line no and your Serial no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you accordingly go to the line allocated to you, wait for your turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you got into the room there will be 3 person there. The first person will ask for your IC and your serial no (if you got them lah). Then s/he will call out your name to be confirmed by the observer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd person will then give you the 2 slips, 1 for parliament seat and the other for the State seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd person then will inspect the slips to make sure that the slips are clean from any marks of any kind and once he was satisfied he will mark the slip by punching the no of your line/saluran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then bring the 2 slips to the booth and cross the candidate that you want lah. No photos of the candidates though just some logo of the party that they represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you deposit the slips accordingly to their respective transparent boxes. One each for parliament and state seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! Simple lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 issue really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why on earth we still use 2B pencil? I know la the case of them cancelling the usage of indellible ink but why can't a simple ball pen or gel pen be used? a bit more permanent right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I aspire to be an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2008/03/elections-mountainbikes.html"&gt;astronaut&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; But at my consituency don't have rocket lah. How la to become astronaught like this? Die ler....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go for the libra sign? become a moon man? or just cross that Oakley logo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck lah! darn difficult lah like this.  Libra sign so old skool one, where got people use that kind of scale anymore? All use digital scale lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moon thing... aiyoh! How to go to moon if don't have rocket? Somemore, u sure Louis Armstrong land on the moon meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Oakley? TIU LEYR!! Didn't know that shades company can sponsor political party wan. Niasing. I won't vote for them unless they gave me a Radar shade with them photochromic glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lah? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How Lah?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW LAH!!!!?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNDAK LAH LIKE THIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/R9ISOX2IBKI/AAAAAAAAACE/7lTphDORpxw/s1600-h/cropped-pundakbanner13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/R9ISOX2IBKI/AAAAAAAAACE/7lTphDORpxw/s400/cropped-pundakbanner13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175218959930623138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-8057073809292578432?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/8057073809292578432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=8057073809292578432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/8057073809292578432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/8057073809292578432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2008/03/election-dilemma.html' title='Election Dilemma'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/R9ILEn2IBJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C368wbNQJXA/s72-c/flagsn0.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-8328038110655651640</id><published>2008-03-08T11:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:20:08.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><title type='text'>Mari lah Mari, kita mengundi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/R9IC8X2IBII/AAAAAAAAAB0/WiK9uJ23yuM/s1600-h/Image657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/R9IC8X2IBII/AAAAAAAAAB0/WiK9uJ23yuM/s400/Image657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175202158018561154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th person in my line/"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saluran&lt;/span&gt;". Was waiting in front of the gate at 7.45 man. Out by 8.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamsta said I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiasu&lt;/span&gt;, to me I was just being darn "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bersemangat&lt;/span&gt;"! or in other words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiasu &lt;/span&gt;lah. ekekekkeke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the photo while waiting for my turn and immediately the guy behind me told his friends to take his picture while he is in that room. He then sheepishly explains to me that it's his first time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengundi&lt;/span&gt;. Ahahaha! that's the spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing out of the ordinary as per the usual election thing. The posters, the smiling nice chap from each side giving u some drinks or just plain salam for some last minute campaigning. The free vans or cars ferrying voters as service etc... All the usual thing, that small little touch to win your votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, at these times even if you go to their tent and said "pakcik tak makan pagi lagi lah. Lapar ni." I can assure you that out of thin air there will be some nasi lemak and air mineral for you to savour. Don't believe me? go and try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahhahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though notice several changes lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are terminals/pcs with access to the internet on these politcal parties tents to help their members or other plain voters to check their status and which saluran/line they're in. Save people time, less waiting, the happier the voters will be. So that hopefully will swing the votes to your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people printed their status and election details from the SPR website making the Desk for confirmation and checking of status somewhat redundant except for some older generations. Most voters just went straight to their respective lines, like I did and save us whole load of time.  One of the SPR kakak even made a remark "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni yang print print dari internet ni semua orang muda ni."&lt;/span&gt; and she looked very pleased. Ya lah, made her job a hell lot easier right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then suddenly got this kakak with some error on her "no Siri"/serial no. Poor SPR kakak now have to work and go to the front counter and check the actual serial no and the line no. Heh! So can't really relax lah. ekekekkee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I notice is that the independent observer inside the room is a bit more serious this time. When the lady (the one in pink tudung) read out the name/ic/reference no they were really particular. Well, maybe it was still early in the morning and like me they're in their kiasu mood. ekekekek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all quite ok lah. Smooth no hassle kinda thing. But the sky is overcast and its gonna rain soon. Expect to see loads of people offering to payung you then. I tell you, their service will be even better than those hotel bellboys! ekekekek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-8328038110655651640?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/8328038110655651640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=8328038110655651640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/8328038110655651640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/8328038110655651640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2008/03/mari-lah-mari-kita-mengundi.html' title='Mari lah Mari, kita mengundi!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/R9IC8X2IBII/AAAAAAAAAB0/WiK9uJ23yuM/s72-c/Image657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-5356733963308340790</id><published>2008-03-07T16:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:20:34.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyling/MTB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><title type='text'>Elections &amp; Mountainbikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/R9D3dhcwXqI/AAAAAAAAABs/eM8gGb3uTAo/s1600-h/DSC00060_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/R9D3dhcwXqI/AAAAAAAAABs/eM8gGb3uTAo/s400/DSC00060_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174908058415947426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went cycling at FRIM.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the heavy rain the past few days and some irrigation work up the hill, the trek uphill was pretty tough. Mud all over the place, tyres struggling to find grip and on some downhill section you might find some of the mud in your face, or worst your mouth (me lah since not fit and always have to open mouth for that additional air intake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual for MTBers at FRIM, the clearing at the top of the hill with a huge water pipe is where everybody takes a breather before deciding whether to attack the "steroid hill" or take another path downhill towards Sungai Buloh (and the subsequent climb back up of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone that day as most of my kakis got some other commitment or the shout out was just a bit too last minute (11.30 the night before actually). So as I arrived there, there was 2 fella talking and I just joined in the chat lah. They we're talking about erecting some flags and hanging some banners and posters. I then relate to them how during my student days I made some pocket money from pasting posters and erecting some flags too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guy then told me he did it for free, as PAS (the opposition) don't have the money plus also they're from the same neighbourhood and use the same mosque. Much unlike the Ruling Coalition that pay people to do these jobs. So I got a friendly "lecture" related to the elections lah, Islamic state lah, role of mosque lah etc etc you know the whole pas/islamic talk kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said to me "Nanti masa undi nanti nak undi apa?".&lt;br /&gt;Which I replied "Oh! Saya teringin nak jadi angkasawan bang. Since tak dapat, saya ingat nak undi Rocket lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused for a moment, look at me 1 kind and then said  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"ROCCCKEETTT pun takpeee!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-5356733963308340790?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/5356733963308340790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=5356733963308340790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/5356733963308340790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/5356733963308340790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2008/03/elections-mountainbikes.html' title='Elections &amp; Mountainbikes'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/R9D3dhcwXqI/AAAAAAAAABs/eM8gGb3uTAo/s72-c/DSC00060_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-6443715411808853690</id><published>2007-09-26T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:25:02.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>TAGGED! - 5 things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kena tagged. Rarely do this cause rarely notice that I kena tagged. Also its puasa month so I got to kill time, so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things in my handbag/bag :-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(at the moment)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bag? what bag? ermmm... notebook bag ada notebook lah. what else?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 things in my purse :-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aint got no purse dawg. I got meself a new wallet though. Black leather with red stitches. Zassshhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 favourite things in my favourite room:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;errrr.... ermmm...... ermmm...... ni room mana ni?&lt;br /&gt;1. ermmm...  tv in the office&lt;br /&gt;2. my u-shaped bolster in the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;3. condoms. ermm.. actually I don't really like condom but prevention is better than .... :P&lt;br /&gt;4. ermm.... KIPAS!!! if not darn hot la wey&lt;br /&gt;5. Aircond!!!! syiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 things I would like/love to do:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a tricky one lah. hmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;1 - Right now, nak makan. Lapar lah&lt;br /&gt;2 - Korek hidung.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Shag&lt;br /&gt;4 - Minum!!! Sore throat ni&lt;br /&gt;5 - Mandi hujan. So boleh la minum sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 things I'm currently doing :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 - Thinking about Nasi Ayam Damansara Uptown with the Assam Sotong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 - Air Longannya yang amat sedap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3 - Wondering whether the JAK*IM, J*AI*S will bungkus me together with the nasi ayam or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4 - Wondering whether Nando's or Nasi Ayam is the better option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 - Decides that McD's Drivethru is the safest option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dah Siap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-6443715411808853690?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/6443715411808853690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=6443715411808853690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/6443715411808853690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/6443715411808853690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged.html' title='TAGGED! - 5 things...'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-606866534431868618</id><published>2007-06-29T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:16:54.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hantam itu ultraman!</title><content type='html'>After being outmanouvered and sensing defeat, Ultraman did the unthinkable and cop a feel. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RoS-qMMu7uI/AAAAAAAAABc/rVGhXYZ3mj0/s1600-h/optimus+vs+ultra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RoS-qMMu7uI/AAAAAAAAABc/rVGhXYZ3mj0/s400/optimus+vs+ultra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081395911619178210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-606866534431868618?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/606866534431868618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=606866534431868618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/606866534431868618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/606866534431868618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/06/hantam-itu-ultraman.html' title='Hantam itu ultraman!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RoS-qMMu7uI/AAAAAAAAABc/rVGhXYZ3mj0/s72-c/optimus+vs+ultra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-2746976570434510810</id><published>2007-06-29T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:50:22.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>following on my post about maxis being taken &lt;a href="http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/05/case-against-maxis-taken-private.html#comments"&gt;private&lt;/a&gt; (which I'm supposed to elaborate further but I didn't) right after it was suspended from trading/taken private it was announced that Saudi telco ("STC") is buying into Maxis with 25% stake at a price that's roughly 5% higher than being offered to take it private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you lots that there are more to this than meets the eye (like transformers lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that AK wants to enjoy that 5% premium paid by Saudi Telco alone and that's why he wants to take it private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though think that he benefits more by taking it private at such a high price by forcing any would be buyer of maxis to pay higher than the VGO or take private price of RM15.60. The average cost of his entire maxis stake (old ones at IPO and new ones bought from the market roughly 45%) is still way lower than the RM15.60 paid. Thus any sales at or about that price will be pure profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound thinking eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is all the sweeter as STC with its considerable pile of money will jointly invest in maxis overseas operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you not to agree with the VGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/05/case-against-maxis-taken-private.html#comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-2746976570434510810?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/2746976570434510810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=2746976570434510810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/2746976570434510810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/2746976570434510810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/06/following-on-my-post-about-maxis-being.html' title=''/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-509586800661596922</id><published>2007-06-29T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:17:07.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am OPTIMUS PRIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RoSwScMu7tI/AAAAAAAAABU/4lt85shnG0k/s1600-h/optimus+mask+edit+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RoSwScMu7tI/AAAAAAAAABU/4lt85shnG0k/s400/optimus+mask+edit+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081380110434496210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought meself the Optimus Prime Mask/Helmet from ToysR'us yesterday. While the finishing not that great there's one thing really going for it; The Voice Changer Ability. Basically, when you put it on and press a button, your voice will turn into the great Autobot leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious! No kidding! It worked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I was a bit busy calling my friends with the the Optimus Prime voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; p/s to those who saw Optimus Prime driving a silver Audi this morning please don't be alarmed. I'm sure you notice that optimus prime was doing the peace sign and just in case you're not sure it means "We come in PEACE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s driving with a helmet on is not recommended. But that's the only way I can use the voice changer lah wey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-509586800661596922?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/509586800661596922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=509586800661596922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/509586800661596922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/509586800661596922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-optimus-prime.html' title='I Am OPTIMUS PRIME!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RoSwScMu7tI/AAAAAAAAABU/4lt85shnG0k/s72-c/optimus+mask+edit+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-7722133339781500265</id><published>2007-06-14T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:01:04.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary looking ride</title><content type='html'>Few days ago I went to the sunway "motorsports" area to dyno my ride. After done the dyno I went lah round round the area. Suddenly I saw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RnDzr__Xm3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/cvexevu1RgM/s1600-h/Image149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RnDzr__Xm3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/cvexevu1RgM/s400/Image149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075824717283695474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RnDz3v_Xm4I/AAAAAAAAABE/4j5J0UJ3GQg/s1600-h/Image148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RnDz3v_Xm4I/AAAAAAAAABE/4j5J0UJ3GQg/s400/Image148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075824919147158402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RnD0Gf_Xm5I/AAAAAAAAABM/KHQTwKNmBf4/s1600-h/Image147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RnD0Gf_Xm5I/AAAAAAAAABM/KHQTwKNmBf4/s400/Image147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075825172550228882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing looks like its on steroid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really beefy lookin and ................ dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audi's design has always been understated and elegant. Even the "bad boy" RS4 still retained the elegant look despite its racerboy details. However, this one really went overboard lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon they overdid the shoulder/widebody. The messy holes/airduct on top of the arches and lines really made this car looks messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is still a work in progress. I really really really it'll turn out ok when its actually finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoyoyooyoo... reallly kennot tahan lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-7722133339781500265?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/7722133339781500265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=7722133339781500265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/7722133339781500265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/7722133339781500265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/06/scary-looking-ride.html' title='Scary looking ride'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RnDzr__Xm3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/cvexevu1RgM/s72-c/Image149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-6426073504904521161</id><published>2007-05-06T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:42:25.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The case against Maxis (taken private)</title><content type='html'>As most of you know Maxis will taken private (note the term will) and Binariang has already put up the offer on the market. Depending on how you see it the premium is quite good. However I don't agree to this and will also be quite surprised should any investors with long term outlook agrees to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxis is quite a gem in the KLSE. All the usual things profitable, stable, market leader etc etc etc. However, the one thing that really make maxis stands out above others is that it is a well run company, well respected by the industry and very very professionally run. It it also at a stage where it is just collecting kazillions of cash. Sits there with minimal outlay and collecting cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one more trump card up its sleeve, its foreign venture. Maxis foreign venture is bearing fruits and should be yielding good attractive return in the next few years. Thus the perfect blend of strong cash cow parents with growth potential from its subs. What's more the parents raking in so much money any capex outlay needed by the subs can be internally generated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, should I'm looking at the long term this is the company that I'll be betting on. Stable, good future prospect, with those excess cash some great dividend sure is coming bla bla bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it was announced that it'll be taken private. Now, now. Why lah? I do not know exactly what is the reason however I've got good reason to go against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of my reply somewhere and being the lazy bum that I am I just copy and paste lah. There are other considerations and figures too. But I'm a bit too lazy lah. Maybe after this lah. Me chasing deadline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;If I'm one of the shareholders I won't agree to it. 20% premium might seems a lot but when consider that&lt;br /&gt;1. its a cash cow now &amp; and more money coming in from other ventures&lt;br /&gt;2. With more money coming in it should be time for &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 163, 79);"&gt;maxis&lt;/b&gt; to come up with a proper dividend policy&lt;br /&gt;3. relatively low capital outlay in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% is a bit too low. when you consider the future dividend that you gonna lose it just won't cut the mustard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, when consider you're with &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 163, 79);"&gt;maxis&lt;/b&gt; during the riskier infancy stage to finance the capex and about to enjoy the benefit, suddenly he wants to take things private and enjoy it all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you make an investment in a company you see for the future and in the future is a stage like today. A Cash cow and stable dividend yielding investment. (which is why you use DCF as tool in valuation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and AK's move just cut short this forecast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*show the finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the thing they need the 3/4 rule to start this thing. 3/4 of the shareholders to agree on this and they can proceed. As of last thursday/friday they already got about 60% and need just another 15%.  So maybe it is not up to us anymore and like it or not they'll go ahead with this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm looking at it from an investor POV. As such the minority shareholder watchdog group should not keep quiet. Must make noise and to prompt UT/binariang to increase the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AK (or rather UT) might believe given the future cashflow potential, &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 163, 79);"&gt;Maxis&lt;/b&gt; is currently undervalued by the market. However I would like to point that they are not exactly generous with their dividends either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phase where people make money based on capital appreciation ie increase in share price is over (typical in any company cycle). &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 163, 79);"&gt;Maxis&lt;/b&gt; is in the cash cow level(at least in Malaysia), not a star with outstanding growth potential anymore (this is the BCG matrix). So they should do as per all cash cow companies to prep up their share prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I think it is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;They're in the Cashcow phase and other foreign subs are in the Star phase. There for they can easily finance these foreign ventures via internally generated funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, AK's getting 2 things out of this&lt;br /&gt;1. a cashcow in &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 163, 79);"&gt;maxis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a fast growing star in its other foreign venture.&lt;br /&gt;and no. 1, can easily finance the other.&lt;br /&gt;and given the future potential of the no. 2, it can be said that even with 20% premium, AK got &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 163, 79);"&gt;maxis&lt;/b&gt; on the cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waiting for some minority shareholders watchdog group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the above I'd be surprise should some long term investor agreeing to this. Sure a bird in hand is better than 2 flying right in front of your eyes but what then you want to substitute maxis with? TM?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHHAHAHAHHAA!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah! I know there's Digi but not quite the same innit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-6426073504904521161?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/6426073504904521161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=6426073504904521161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/6426073504904521161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/6426073504904521161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/05/case-against-maxis-taken-private.html' title='The case against Maxis (taken private)'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-7433400588812420242</id><published>2007-05-02T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:46:03.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES LAH!!!!</title><content type='html'>MUAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why we won? Cause Benitez "bertapa" tepi padang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RjmFDHV7sBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ci0wQvJqnrs/s1600-h/liverpool+CL+semi+Rafa+bersila+bertapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RjmFDHV7sBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ci0wQvJqnrs/s400/liverpool+CL+semi+Rafa+bersila+bertapa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060221944884604946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-7433400588812420242?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/7433400588812420242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=7433400588812420242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/7433400588812420242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/7433400588812420242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes-lah.html' title='YES LAH!!!!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/RjmFDHV7sBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ci0wQvJqnrs/s72-c/liverpool+CL+semi+Rafa+bersila+bertapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-2219368870046321962</id><published>2007-05-02T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T04:40:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool vs Chelski - the first 90</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;GOALLL!!!!! Thanks Agger!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking at him it is easy to see why The Great Hyppia loss his place. Apart from the experience and great sense of positioning &amp; timing by the Great Fun Agger trumps him in the speed, youth and for that extra kick the ability to finish. Agger is definitely for the future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; minute – FUCK YOU ASSLEY COLE! Look at his face! GRRRR!!! Good thing you got the Yellow for that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; thank you Reyna!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come on guys! We need another one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking at Finnan play he reminds me of Markus Babbel. He is not averse to coming into the middle when the situation warrants it. A bit underweight in terms of body strength but still good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;39&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Phew! That’s a close one. Lucky Essien head not so round. And Why of Why did that Deuce Drogba keep getting the better of our central defenders? Times like these you’d need Hyppia’s experience and frame with Agger’s speed. Hmmmmm…….. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;45&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Pennant, please lah! I’d really really encourage you to whack that ashely cole but please la no free kick in our half.. Can die lerh!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;58&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Boy oh Boy. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; really is riding their luck innit? Hmmmmmmm……….. usually, things like this sure got bookie’s hand lah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OHHH!!!! Agger got tattoo on his hands…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Makelele’s boot macam kasut croc. So colourful!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;70&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; bodo punya pennant! 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; timer lah! See! Now kena scold by Carra oredi. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;74&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; minute and its drogba again! Stupid lah! Kick him out of the game lah!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;78&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Eh! Why ah? Alonso come in and already sweating like fug. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;85&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Reyna really s fantastic! Darn! That was a close one&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aiyoh!! Extra time lah!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m afraid of this. We spent too much energy on the first 90.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aih!&lt;/p&gt;  hope we'll win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-2219368870046321962?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/2219368870046321962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=2219368870046321962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/2219368870046321962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/2219368870046321962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/05/liverpool-vs-chelski-first-90.html' title='Liverpool vs Chelski - the first 90'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-4040026103786637307</id><published>2007-04-24T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:01:35.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ULAR!!!</title><content type='html'>I have various routes when it comes to my early morning cycle session. The session is not long, roughly 30 minutes or 40 minutes max. To maximise the time available I'll try and push myself as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, at the end of the various route it will typically have a downhill descend, then uphill climb followed by a some downhill descend to a flat land. Through this sprint, climb and sprint again thingy I'll go max out lah. Especially the last downhill sprint. Just love the wind on your face as you go flat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as I was sprinting down the last bit I suddenly saw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/Ri207Cw9akI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SBMOlBBX5GA/s1600-h/snake+small+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/Ri207Cw9akI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SBMOlBBX5GA/s400/snake+small+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056896883054438978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OPOCOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Torkojut Oden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I almost got thrown out of the bicycle trying to avoid the fella. Tak nak aku redah menatang ni, nanti free free aje kena patuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..... I think I ermmm.... might have ermmm... "lenyek" the fella a bit. Fucking afraid man! Suddenly all those stories about how some snake that have this "penunggu" that will come after those who killed them cross me mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niasing! Mati la aku. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I dunno how I made a u-turn to check out on the snake. Well, at least kalau nak kena kacau might as well make sure you kill the fella properly. Betul tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali, it looks like the snake dah mampus lama dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm.... cheh! buat suspense only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, darn lega man I didn't kill the darn thing. Ok la, I might have ermm... make the spirit cringe a bit lah when I cycle through it. But I didn't kill it ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kawan-kawan I can safely say I haven't joint Hamsta the SnakeBane club yet. (this guy wallop a cobra with broom stick one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! also I notice that there's no real mark of me bike's tyre on the snake. So takdelah berat sangat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-4040026103786637307?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/4040026103786637307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=4040026103786637307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/4040026103786637307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/4040026103786637307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/04/ular.html' title='ULAR!!!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nMEfD45DyZI/Ri207Cw9akI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SBMOlBBX5GA/s72-c/snake+small+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-6425258297022562235</id><published>2007-04-19T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:52:27.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cycling in the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/rainsmall.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for cycling with music lah! my headphone and ipod not really waterproof. aiyoyoooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its kinda fun to cycle in the rain like this morning. Makes you feel alive. But then again, with the poor visibility and all, things might be different if I got hit by some truck now innit? Ehehehhehe..    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Well, at least it's fun to mandi hujan like this once in a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-6425258297022562235?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/6425258297022562235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=6425258297022562235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/6425258297022562235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/6425258297022562235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/04/cycling-in-rain.html' title='cycling in the rain'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-7634895267760249904</id><published>2007-03-28T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:24:06.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE DEAR FRIEND AND MAY YOU REST IN PEACE</title><content type='html'>A brief interruption to the silence in this blog just to post something in honour of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend was involved in an accident and died at the scene. Though he is gone, I will always cherish his advice, his sincere and sensible thoughts and his presence in our little corner of the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend, a kind soul and most importantly a great man to his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Tee, you'll be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-7634895267760249904?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/7634895267760249904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=7634895267760249904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/7634895267760249904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/7634895267760249904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2007/03/goodbye-dear-friend-and-may-you-rest-in.html' title='GOODBYE DEAR FRIEND AND MAY YOU REST IN PEACE'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-115709616607685142</id><published>2006-09-01T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:36:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clusterflock.org/images/001__scaled_600_066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.clusterflock.org/images/001__scaled_600_066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the days&lt;br /&gt;When we were swinging from the trees&lt;br /&gt;I was a monkey&lt;br /&gt;Stealing honey from a swarm of bees&lt;br /&gt;I could taste&lt;br /&gt;I could taste you even then&lt;br /&gt;And I would chase you down the wind ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-115709616607685142?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/115709616607685142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=115709616607685142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115709616607685142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115709616607685142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-days-when-we-were-swinging-from.html' title=''/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-115673516394906799</id><published>2006-08-28T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:06:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike no power lah. How?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/bikemetersmall.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aiyah!! I tell you, the past 1 year or so I spent quite a lot on my bike man. I’ve overhauled the baby, repaint it, changed its parts and god knows what.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the project’s done I was darn happy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then when it comes to corners… I can’t take corners as before. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmm…. There’s some problem with the braking as well. I can’t seemed to stop fast enough. It seems that more often than not I have to really lock the rear tyre for it to stop properly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then… what irks me the most is the fact that it has lost a lot of its top speed. I can only do only 110-115kmh max before the air resistance becomes too much and unbearable, while previously it can hit 140-150 with no problem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aiyoh! Others nevermind. But top speed I kennot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basket spend many thousands and top speed kennot even go more than 115? Chet! Stupid bike! Been together for 7 years already, got you a new paint, do a bypass on your heart and this is how you repay me? GRRRRRRR!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok la… Ok la. Can’t blame the bike lah. Maybe I got soo fat that I have the aerodynamic of a lard! Before blame people look in the mirror first lah right?? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I got meself a leather jacket. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then Vrooom vroommm… test power and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;117-118 only!! Basket!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then try the ultimate position, bent really low and &lt;i style=""&gt;*cue superman anthem…….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VRRRROOOOOMMMM!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;120!! &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;120!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aiyoh!!! Like this confirm! Not aerodynamic problem. Must be power to weight ratio. I’m so fugging heavy that my 500 cc bike can only go 120! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HUWAAAA!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If naik kapchai only 50kmh liao!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HUWAAAAAA… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kena diet liao!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HUWAAA!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Huh!? Diet?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUWAAAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Darn kaw saddd..!!! I love my fats!!! It make me look cute! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUWAAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then last Monday morning I got this sms &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Lajunya bawak motor!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To which I replied “Where got? 90 only”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then next morning I got another one&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“You ride your bike more than 110km/h tau!” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aiyah!! Having a bad week liao.. no need to pick up fight lah!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I quickly quickly call her to find out what’s wrong with her since she’s obviously picking a fight. Then she said “nothing wrong lah! U always scold me drive the car darn fast then you ride your bike darn fast cannnn???” aiyoh!! Fight liaooo… tsk tsk..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then hor… I found out that she was telling the truth liao and she was doing 110kmh when I overtook her that morning and the day before was 100km/h. To make things a bit more interesting was that after I overtook her, few seconds later I was gone. ERK! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heh!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hehehehe!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My bike’s speedo under reads liao! And the best part is it under reads by at least 30km/h. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Confirmed!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAHOOOOOOOO!!!!! no need diet!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-115673516394906799?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/115673516394906799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=115673516394906799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115673516394906799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115673516394906799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/08/bike-no-power-lah-how.html' title='Bike no power lah. How?'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-115638411470515616</id><published>2006-08-24T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T09:51:26.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Teller and I : The HDD that got away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/viragostrandedsmall.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo : No fuel and I got a long long way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There I was last wednesday morning, sitting by the roadside while waiting for the PC shop to open. I was reasonably miffed as my I got the Big BAD BLUE screen of Terror from my notebook earlier in the day while I was busy rushing for 3. Coupled with the fact that I didn’t have a proper sleep the past week due to Lil’ D’s volatile temperature from some infection and rushing work at the same time,  this rather interesting event couldn’t have happened on a better day. And they say Wednesday supposed to be your most productive day aye? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I was minding my own business, reading through various brochures suddenly I heard somebody said “excuse me”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I lift up my head and saw this elderly Singh and promptly smiled at him and said “Good morning &amp;amp; you’re excused” and immediately read the brochure and try to make sense of all this mumbo jumbo technical stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, there it is again “Excuse me!”. Again, I lift my head and smile at him which then he immediately continue “Verry lucky face.” Emphasising on the letter R in those accent that’s very familiar with those from those Indian region decent. This white turban man in his 40s, small frame, around 5 feet 4 smiles at me and continues “This sundayy, 2 happiness will come your way. Yes, two happiness.”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He smiled with a twinkle in his eyes as his head moves from side to side in sync with the rhythm of his speech, while his hands comes alive with gestures ending with him showing 2 of his fingers to me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmm… Inneresting. He then proceeds “This Sunday you will buy numbers and Happiness will come your way.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was a bit confused “What numbers?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“OH! Numbers. I will give you 4 numbers and this Sunday you will buy those numbers.” He then proceeds to explain that he is a fortune teller and he can see the luck on my face and there’s this rhythm to his speech and how his heads moves and his body movement…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I abruptly tell him that I don't buy numbers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And he looked at me and say “Never?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nope&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Long time ago?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nope&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He tilted his head and scrutinizes my face and say “Are you muslim?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Alhamdulillah! I will pray for your happiness, your blabla blab la bla”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I smile&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sedekah? Give me some Sedekah”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To which I replied, “I ain’t got no money dawg!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heh!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not quite with the gangsta lingo lah. But more or less like that .lah Ekekeke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, after this fortune teller episode, I found out my Hard Disk Drive konked and the Data in irretrievable, on the way to work on Friday my Bike ran out of fuel, stuck in the highway for a cool hour, breached my deadline, my back gave way, I can’t sit straight, I walk funny, Liverpool draw the first game, my Princess (that’s my daughter by the way) now suddenly got a fever, and Lil’ D still got the on and off high temperature. And Yes, I ain't got no sleep dawg.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come Sunday… Nothing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;G   !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where la my 2 happiness dey?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmm….. well Iddy told me my 2 happiness are my 2 kids, yeap! You’re right. But lo and behold 1 was delivered 2 yrs ago while another was delivered 2 plus months ago. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I told you lot not to believe any of this fortune teller shit! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Side note&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; : I still have a bad back and if you need your HDD’s data to be recovered pronto don’t go to the one on 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor at Low Yat. It’ll cost you a bomb and if it involve some hardware failure it’ll most probably took ‘em 1 month as they need to shipp the darn thing to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. DUH! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is this company in Kepong in front of Jusco Called MDR Data Recovery that can do it in 3 days and cost a lot less and they didn’t have to ship the HDD to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Timbuktu&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; since they got a clean room themselves and they actually know what to do themselves. Cool!&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/9261033-115638411470515616?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/115638411470515616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=115638411470515616' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115638411470515616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115638411470515616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/08/fortune-teller-and-i-hdd-that-got-away.html' title='Fortune Teller and I : The HDD that got away'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-115319315043530483</id><published>2006-07-18T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T11:25:50.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I kapak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/WingsCDsweb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I was wandering aimlessly in a mall. Waiting for some govt's department to process your thing can be really tiring you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go la round round round aimlessly. really like nothing to do one. So just go and drop by this Music Store and WHOA PIANG!! Got Double Trouble liao! That's a very rare items you know. The first CD where Malaysia's Rock Kapak Era heavyweights combined in 1 album ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly dunno how hor... I'm paying for 5 CDs. All Rock Kapak CDs. Siao ah!&lt;br /&gt;Got 1 Wings + Search, got 3 Wings old albums, and 1 VCD of Wings in concert back in 1991. Lucky the price is only RM19.90 one. Phew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, after work yesterday I've been harrassing a friend to sing with me the "Rock N Roll Lu punya suka" song. And this morning she text me and said "OIT! your Rock Kapak song in in my head!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHHAHAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my son got into this Kapak madness. On the way back from the babysitter's yesterday, there's no Elmo, Barney or any silly dancing jigging dinosaur. He listened to R N R Lu Punya Suka and some other Kapak songs and duly shake his head, raise his hands and even shouted "WROK" imitating a part of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' D Rules!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Kapak FOREVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/LilDRawk.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Not quite the rock sign but good enough :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-115319315043530483?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/115319315043530483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=115319315043530483' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115319315043530483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115319315043530483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-kapak.html' title='I kapak!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-115252261587725566</id><published>2006-07-10T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:10:15.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>Did I ask too much ?&lt;br /&gt;More than a lot   ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-115252261587725566?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/115252261587725566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=115252261587725566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115252261587725566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115252261587725566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmmm'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-115013673878468050</id><published>2006-06-13T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T02:31:53.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basket lah!</title><content type='html'>Iran kalah 3-1 but ok la... at least got fight marh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Japan. KNNCCB.....   Siao ah. In front of goal also want to pass pass meh? Tiuniasing... Shoot la wey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really like dunno how to play bola one. Play play play like that then last 15 minutes like don't want to play oni. Tempura udon lah! everything oso Nippon people got Die! Die! must do what? work like mad, drink like mad, karaoke like mad, ganbate like mad... Play football? got like mad or not? TIU!!! like pooosie only lah lanciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmader oso can play better you know? basket lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@%#*#@%!#&amp;%%#&amp;amp;(*$#%!$%!#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hope the Kimchis can play good good. If not I malu liao to admit myself as an asian. Siao ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO KOREA!! GOOOOO KOREA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pardon the profanities but my Ah Beng side just got too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-115013673878468050?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/115013673878468050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=115013673878468050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115013673878468050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/115013673878468050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/06/basket-lah.html' title='Basket lah!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-114911438360709847</id><published>2006-06-01T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T06:26:26.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare tyre I need one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/bikenotyre.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after spending the better part of the day and gazillions times clicking on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" Tandatangan dan Hantar"&lt;/span&gt; and keep getting some error message containing "html can't process" crap I gave up and headed to the LHDN branch. I'm telling you there's no stupider &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e-filing &lt;/span&gt;when majority of those who wanted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e-file&lt;/span&gt; like me have to go to the LHDN's office to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; e-file &lt;/span&gt;it from there. Goodness like that might as well call it c-file karh, z-file kar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;-file karh.. whatever shaite file lah as long as the letter "e for electronic" is not there. Cause it sure aint electronic when you still have to lift your royal ass and heads down to the LHDN office innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after trying for like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 hours&lt;/span&gt;, at 4.00pm I finally gave up and heads to the LHDN office. So get on my bike and vroooommmm..... While taking a corner I sense something was amiss as the balance of the bike was totally off and manouvering the bike is almost impossible. And the thing I dreaded most materialised. I got a punctured tyre. Went to a bike shop, they can't do it, so they direct me to another one down the street. They fill up the tyre to the max and vrooooommmm I'm off to the other shop and almost reach it before the tyre totally gave up on me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UGHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing such heavy bikes with flat tyres is no joke and a flat tyre is every bikers (especially big ones) worst nightmare. So, because of this tyre-went-flat-poked-by-Nine-inch-nails thingy i miss the 5.00pm closure of the branch (actually still open but there's a few hundred people waiting to e-file the thing), I look ultra ridiculous with leather jackets pushing the bike (so I keep on wearing fullface helmet so as don't have to control handsome while pushing :P) and....... strangely enough I'm imagining Erra helping Awie pushing his bike. AHAHHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, all in all not too bad lah its been years since I last got a flat tyre on my bike and it could be in a far worse situation! So. Not too bad lah... other than the fact I got to assist the rather inexperienced mecha. bluerghhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note 1&lt;/span&gt; : lhdn : the people at the counter estimated they would finish processing the e-filer at around 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note 2 &lt;/span&gt;: I finally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e-filed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my tax forms at 4.30 just now after few hours of trying yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note 3&lt;/span&gt; : IF they gonna sue me for filing 4 hrs and 30 minutes late I'm sooo gonna torch down their building, smash the directors car and fires some Hellfires missiles to those people who benefitted from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;e-filing &lt;/span&gt;contracts!! and that's just for starters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-114911438360709847?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/114911438360709847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=114911438360709847' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114911438360709847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114911438360709847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/06/spare-tyre-i-need-one.html' title='Spare tyre I need one'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-114896302737673065</id><published>2006-05-30T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:44:18.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been 4 weeks</title><content type='html'>just so you know a mosquito average lifespan is around 1 week well at least the ones that can fly lah. i mean seriously you can only consider its a proper life when you got full use of your attributes innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like... you aint a mosquito if you can't bite people and suck blood or something. Cause a mosquito.. ermm.. lets call em Mosqi. Where was I? oh yeah. Cause a mosqi that can't bite is like a the current michael jakson and I tell you there ain't nothing worse than noseless MJ ok? poor sod he can't even sing nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.... a Mosqi that ain't got em wings, or got 'em but can't fly is like the white michael jackson. OH!!! look at me.. I got white skin and i can dance and jump. Wooohooo.. Jeng! Jing! Jeng!!&lt;br /&gt;  OH! wait!! is my balls still in hanging? You know after the jumpin and all the balls just might drop ya know? Is the after effect from all those bleachin. Which explains why MJ always hold his crotch and lift it up. I mean seriously, why the heck do you think his nose fall off first instead of his balls? Cause he never hold and lift it like his balls that's why.  And you don't say i didn't warn you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a proper Mosqi with wings that can fly and can bite people and suck blood is like the Black Michael Jackson. Which means when you walk the sidewalk will light up, when you scream windscreens just cracks and splinters to gazillions pieces and you're so hot even the ghosts memorise the steps and join in the dance. And I'm tellin' you that is one mighty cool shit. You can even change to a wild jungle african cat! BLACK CAT!! says his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what I mean by full blown life? you got to use each and every part of your body and whatever else. Cause like the Black MJ, you're one cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's 1 problem though... only female Mosqi go and suck people dry ya'll. The males once they got the full use of their body they just go get a shag and then die a few days later. The shit didn't even last a week. Damn! That's friggin embarrasing dawggg.. but you aint a man if you aint got a shag. Stayin' true to our male kind eh you Male Mosqi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*make tumbs up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... to say.. you at the peak of your life is like a full blown mosqi aint right. Cause the Male die in less than a week and didn't even get to suck some blood. Thus, the correct term for living life to the fullest would be like a Female Mosquito, you got you wings, you shag a man, leave him to die, you fly and suck up some poor sod's blood. and after you got finished sucking up the guy you lie low and lay your eggs. Once you're done, you fly again and suck from another... and the cycle continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, there are certainly parallels between female Mosqis and certain human females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-114896302737673065?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/114896302737673065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=114896302737673065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114896302737673065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114896302737673065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-been-4-weeks.html' title='its been 4 weeks'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-114582739071701157</id><published>2006-04-24T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T05:38:20.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is really boring... I know but ....</title><content type='html'>my last few blog entries I mean. Seriously.. I think even if one of those doctorate students that're used to reading thick volumes of boring stuff would just fall asleep on just the 2nd sentence. It was that boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. what to do? This friend of mine buzzed me on YM the other day and wrote in big&lt;br /&gt;Orangy lettered words. You know... those that seeks to get your attention. Big, Bold, Orangy and its bloody blinks too. But I was my usual boring self that I didn't get excited nor agitated. Goodness.. I was that boring. sure I was at one of those hip joint at KLCC accesssing the net via wifi but seriously man.. I was doing work. Yeap! Work. W E R K E I N G. WERKE LA OIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I felt left out. There's this one chic next to me that was giggling non-stop. And everytime she giggles, she covers her mouth with those hip hands of hers that have all this weirds shapes rings on her fingers. ermmm... If you can call those twirly things that you wear on your thumbs as rings lah. And everytime she giggles she kept covering her mouth and the body contorted like those having a bad cough. Actually i'm not sure whether she gigles or she's coughing. Either way I'm sure of 3 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's not working and she's definitely chatting up some poor sod geek on the other line and trying hard to make him believe that she's a goddess (which she's not by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She got into a rude shock when I actually take out some materials and log on to the website to do some work. Really! she just sort of blanked for 5 minutes and just stared at my thick volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She needs a teeth cleaning act. FAST! Seriously.. I wouldn't know too if not for the fact that her jaw dropped to her keyboard for a full 5 minutes when I bring out my work manuscript. Got all the clothes thing right, the twirly "rings" on, the hair.. the cleopatra like make up but.. goodness!! her teeth! It looked like some 4 year old with some chocolate sticks to their teeth. But in this case it must be those coffee that she kept on gulping all this time. No Wonder she covers her mouth everytime she giggles. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From these observations I am also sure of another 4 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She got some constipation problem. Come on! With all those coffee stuck between her teeth you think she can "go" with no issue? please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This hip american outlet is nothing but some cyber cafes. Of course it'll look good when the other geek ask where you are. And dishing out a name of an American Joint is definitely better than say... Kafe Komputer Berinternet Cik Timah Bangi Baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. That these people accessing the net via wifi are not very observant. Either not observant or an Amoeba lah. Cause there's this super hot chics that wear this Tube that only cover her chest area and low cut jeans that practically exposed everything except her thigh and whatever that 4" or so above her crotch area is called. And these people just look at her and then straight back to their screens. Goodness!! Have the wifi thiny have scrambled their brains or something?&lt;br /&gt;Even my female colleague got all worked up and can't just stop yammering about how good the girl looked and soft her skin, and how flat is her tummy and....  And talking about my colleague... she's not that bad either. Well... "not bad" is an understatement.. Actually she's hot! and these fellas didn't batted an eyelid. Goodness, they must be some Amoeba or some other form of single cell organism that is capable of asex magik. I mean... why looked at an attractive specimen and got all worked up when you can do reproduce by yourselves eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. That particular friend of mine which buzzes me is no saint either. He didn't have any post in March, only a few in April. Seriously. And this is the same guy that kept flashing those unsightly boring orangy letters in my YM? Check out his blog  &lt;a href="http://willphua.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   See!  his entries are as sparse as mine and worst of all, as boring.  Goodness! Just because he got lower BMI and more hair doesn't mean he can keep flashing those "UPDATE YOUR BLOG LA OIT!!!" all over my screen isn't it?  This is a traversty and one boring guy shouldn't be telling another to update their blog cause it won't result in immediate response nor will it make things better. Come on... another boring post will just eat up those web spaces.  innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm blabbering... and... ramblings... and frankly speaking there's no real point to this post other than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Will is a pain in the ass and I wish his BMI shot up through the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nobody actually do any work in Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there Will. Another useless post. You happy? GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;a href="http://willphua.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-114582739071701157?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/114582739071701157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=114582739071701157' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114582739071701157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114582739071701157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-is-really-boring-i-know-but.html' title='It is really boring... I know but ....'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-114568463507822872</id><published>2006-04-22T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:43:55.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of Taxes, Lunch and Miss Alba</title><content type='html'>hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing my taxes but then I woke up well into the morning today. So there goes the precious hours set aside for taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not complaining though, that's the best sleep in weeks.. the past month and a half to be exact. Goodness I do need some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again... I only slept for like from 5am to 6.30 and then 7.10 to 10.30. hmmm... not an awful lot just some 5 hours or so? can hardly make up for the 2-3 hrs daily for the past month .... hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe before I sleep I actually did something enjoyable and relaxing. I actually watched dvd. Sin City at that. But ... the movie is ... how shall we say.. cool.. but hardly something that you would wanna watch to relax and let loose after a month of mental torture. Unless gory, weird, gross stuff is your thing lah. Which is not my thing to let loose. I much prefer insane comedy ,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm... must be the sight of Ms alba strutting her stuff then. Not much... but... after Miss Vampire Hayek in Dusk till Dawn... this is good stuff. I just wish I got a 60" flat screen though.. that will make me feel right at home... errr.. right at the stripjoint I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn... that girl is hot and I sure miss strip joints! hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before I go all bananas with miss Alba.. I got the darn tax to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now.. I'm dead hungry.. screw it lah. better get lunch. Tax and Alba can wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-114568463507822872?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/114568463507822872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=114568463507822872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114568463507822872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114568463507822872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-taxes-lunch-and-miss-alba.html' title='of Taxes, Lunch and Miss Alba'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-114318528906236277</id><published>2006-03-24T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:28:09.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeay! sports!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my  first proper sports activity in over a year and my first futsal in over 2 years. A proper run, kicks and a real proper sweat from sporting activity. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning I feel good, fresh, and there’s an extra spring in my step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck! I even feels sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHAHA!!! Ok.. ok. I lied on the last part ehehehhee&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-114318528906236277?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/114318528906236277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=114318528906236277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114318528906236277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114318528906236277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeay-sports.html' title='yeay! sports!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-114301731967846586</id><published>2006-03-22T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:48:39.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the problem with my property</title><content type='html'>actually on top of the freakin related problem I got 1 really major one right now. Since I'm a lazy bugger so I just paste here lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi guys, partner bought a house in 2001. Its a single storey corner lot at Lestari Puchong, nearby the Pasar Selangor developed by Europlus/Talam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ready on time etc. We didn't move in as we were mislead of its&lt;br /&gt;location and the main connecting road is not ready thus making it too far to our working place and not very practical for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then I would go and check on the house at least once in every 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently somebody wants to rent the unit from us since its somewhat near to putrajaya and bangi side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and install the grille and I found that there's a hole on the&lt;br /&gt;ground going near my porch. Called my contractor friend to sort it out. and He came yesterday and check and to my horror, almost all of the soil&lt;br /&gt;beneath house has sunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said this happens because the contractor/developer didn't compact the soil properly during its construction. And for me to rectify it (via&lt;br /&gt;filling the underground with concrete) it'll be very very costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the thing, the warranty period of 18 months has expired and I&lt;br /&gt;actually asked the maintenance office to sort it out (this was before I&lt;br /&gt;found out it actually is larger than I thought) and they say the period is&lt;br /&gt;over and they won't sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and selling is not a very good idea. Due to location and the general mess&lt;br /&gt;the developer got the area into it will be below the price that we bought&lt;br /&gt;it. However, I wil not rule this out but not before rectifying the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I won't sell or rent out the place without sorting this one out or the&lt;br /&gt;buyer knows of the true condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there! freakin big mess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-114301731967846586?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/114301731967846586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=114301731967846586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114301731967846586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114301731967846586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/03/problem-with-my-property.html' title='the problem with my property'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-114239615128249471</id><published>2006-03-15T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T12:15:51.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever went through a cycle where you're really really exhausted? And you&lt;br /&gt;just keep doing these little little things to keep your spirits up. To get&lt;br /&gt;you by till the next day or week while waiting for the holiday you badly&lt;br /&gt;needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I ran out of those little little things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-114239615128249471?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/114239615128249471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=114239615128249471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114239615128249471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114239615128249471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/03/ever-went-through-cycle-where-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-114138486468039452</id><published>2006-03-03T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T02:14:17.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultraviolet! the movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/uv67.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. because  of the premise and the highly sylish action&lt;br /&gt;2. milla jovovich of course (from the days of blue lagoon she really have come/gone a loonggg way eh?)&lt;br /&gt;3. the title track is frommmmm.... CRANBERRIES!!! at least i think lah... if not the group then its just Dolores, which is not bad either. Just listen to the final part of the trailer... cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/ultraviolet/medium.html"&gt;trailer &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which you really got to see cause nothing explains better than those beautiful movements and camerawork.... awesome! kinetic action watchamacallit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/Ultraviolet120606-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-114138486468039452?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/114138486468039452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=114138486468039452' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114138486468039452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114138486468039452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/03/ultraviolet-movie.html' title='Ultraviolet! the movie'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-114131178081717015</id><published>2006-03-02T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:05:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of fuel price increase and demos at the KLCC pt II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;continuation from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-fuel-price-increase-and-demos-at.html"&gt;part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you disagree eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you want to save a few tens of RM per week you rather have the&lt;br /&gt;govt went bust and bankrupt? and expose the country to much higher risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main point is the money saved will be able to balance the deficit. and&lt;br /&gt;that should be the main thrust. If we keep on having ever burdgeoning&lt;br /&gt;deficits we are inviting disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the problem with Malaysians .. lambast people of subsidy mentality, lambast people not being adaptable to changes, lambast people for being too backward and don't want to understand world changes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look, we have subsidy mentality... look we are not adaptable, and look we as a people do not want to understand the mechanism behind why this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why the govt should just open the economy, let it be flooded by global goods, let it weed out the incompetitive (that's economics term for tutep kedai) let thousands loose their jobs, and then we will fully understand the globaslisation issue. Maybe then we will read more and understand more and want more control and not just shouts what NGOs were shouting, what the MNCs lobby group mantras, international funds talk of no barriers to entry and exits.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then only we will fully understands...... heck! I'd pay the 30cents extra if I can be safe in my cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-114131178081717015?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/114131178081717015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=114131178081717015' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114131178081717015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114131178081717015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-fuel-price-increase-and-demos-at_02.html' title='of fuel price increase and demos at the KLCC pt II'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-114131025810091468</id><published>2006-03-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:43:48.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of fuel price increase and demos at the KLCC</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow there will be a mass demo over the fuel hike lah. Arrange as usual by PAS, NGOs et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here's the thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just about every excuse they got they'll protest lah. political mileage marh..... But if they're in power would they do that? of course I'll bet you my arms they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some of the people who said "look at the middle east, they're so comfortable with their oil money they become like that. Have no desire to improved on their lives and be more efficient."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, protest any price hike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the same people say "Malaysia is too protective of their national products. If open the economy, be more globalised we'll sure will benefit from cheaper goods!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, when this same monster called globalisation, the world with no boundaries and all have this effect on oil price they call on the government to keep it low, what happened to the outside world should not affect us. We are country with oil marh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously mate, you expect the price to remain as it is? Tiu! say want globalisation etc etc etc... when it comes to oil price don't want to be affected by the world market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam mana kawan??? only want the good thing is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s talk about the petronas what fark later lah. you don't see BP subsidising the whole of great britain innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s if we do not come and face the reality of these high oil price we'll never fine tune our lives and process and be as competitive globally. etc etc etc... malas lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-114131025810091468?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/114131025810091468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=114131025810091468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114131025810091468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114131025810091468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-fuel-price-increase-and-demos-at.html' title='of fuel price increase and demos at the KLCC'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-114115401791166896</id><published>2006-03-01T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T03:13:37.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And you feel like you're going where you've been before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nothing's really making any sense at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk&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/9261033-114115401791166896?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/114115401791166896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=114115401791166896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114115401791166896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/114115401791166896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/03/talk.html' title='talk'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-113962643870162761</id><published>2006-02-11T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:53:58.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of us the 99% peaceful muslim</title><content type='html'>There's a discussion in a forum about muslim and violence etc and the stereotype that comes with it. Fair enough. But what irks me the most is the accusation that we muslim knows nothing but violence, agression etc.  Thus this is my reply for the issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;this is from a non-muslim forumner expressing his views and 1 thing I like about this guy he is good in conveying his points and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reality is the INACTION of the 97% that is worrying. Why do&lt;br /&gt;they let the 3% hijack the situation and let the whole world perceive that&lt;br /&gt;Islam is associated with violence?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that I am a man and have travelled almost the world, I come to realise&lt;br /&gt;that the majority of so-called good moderate muslims are NATO = No Action&lt;br /&gt;Talk Only, especially when the minority resorts to violence. Muslims&lt;br /&gt;always blame others for their own failings,...such a long list to write&lt;br /&gt;down. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ this then is my reply ---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what then you suggest? that the balance 97% beat up the 3% in the name of peace? peace via unpeaceful means. now that's a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stereotype been there for the longest time. The movies, publication etc  ran out of communist/russian to be the bad boy and now they are left with only muslim. so you got muslim this muslim that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the action of these stupid demonstrators across the world just cements it further. Even though its only 1% or whatever small percentage, witht he right coverage of media and the proper angle of the camera it'll look awful. and the rest 97%? 99%? were'nt focussed as much cause we didnt do anything spectacular to gain the "focus" of the cameras. After all, all we did are just signing petitions, post in our blogs, create a website and frankly speaking there's no fire and bombs or skimpily clad women to make it interesting. Sure you couldn't expect us to take the streets and clash with the 3% (or 1%) do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! maybe we should.. cause by then the west would know that there are muslims who are against this burning and looting and doing something about it. But as usual, they also resort to violent means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a story, muslims vs muslim and of course it involves pitchforks,  rocks, clubs, and of course bombs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s On the protest yesterday friday, i didn't resort to pitchforks, rocks and clubs though to stop them though. I however told my staff, that they should be back when the office opens at 2.30 and not a minute late or they'll face internal inquiry. Of course I couldn't stop them from how they utilise their break now can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-113962643870162761?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/113962643870162761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=113962643870162761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113962643870162761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113962643870162761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/02/of-us-99-peaceful-muslim.html' title='Of us the 99% peaceful muslim'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-113956275204870280</id><published>2006-02-10T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T09:17:18.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh friends, dads and liverpool</title><content type='html'>2 days ago this particular furry friend of mine ask me where to get a shotgun license. When I ask why, he said.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"so that when they open the door, the guy who gonna date my daughter will see me oiling my shotgun in the living room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AHAHAHHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over controlling freak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today we had another session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Furry_pet: if &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; son wanted to support MU next time leh? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shook : tiu!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shook : i cancel astro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shook : sent him to school in some felda...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Furry_pet: or if &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; future dotter in law is a MU fan?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shook : i won't allow my son to marry her...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Furry_pet:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;u are a mean father man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shook : like you're not!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shook : my blood is red brother. and its red for a reason...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Furry_pet: and someone said i was an over-controlling dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-113956275204870280?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/113956275204870280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=113956275204870280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113956275204870280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113956275204870280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-friends-dads-and-liverpool.html' title='oh friends, dads and liverpool'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-113943661489060431</id><published>2006-02-09T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:45:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of liverpool, a muslim and caricatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;here I am awake since 2.30 this morning blogging live , watching the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/st1:place&gt; vs Charlton game Live with plenty of thoughts in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course the top of the list is the muslim vs west over the cartoon thingy. Somehow this has progressed to a point that is simply put very very disturbing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Jyllands-Posten &lt;/i&gt; published it, the muslim world protested and after not much in the way of apology et al and given enough time for the images/story to spread to the everyday people it got ugly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time allows for no response, time allows for the protest to gain momentum, time allows the “leaders” to gain support and with the lack of apology and response from the “west” with time this is deemed as more disrespectful and these leaders led the mob (if you can call a mob instigator as leader lah) and you got a good coverage for the press.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oops we got a corner and we can even score from a setpiece. What’s with the advantage in height and all xx( I take the short Eto’o over crouch anyday man…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I’m sure it’ll all go away and die down but the other EU countries’ publishers sans &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Britain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; decided to publish it in the name of brotherly pact/support/standing for freedom of expression. This then of course provides more reason for the “leaders” in this islamist nations/movement to take to the streets. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But categorizing them with just movements et al is misleading, this time around its not the usual mob happy/protest junkie type that take to the streets. For&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this time around the normal people, the uncles, the usually reserved person also took to the streets. Why then? You can go here…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idlanzakaria.com/wordpress/?p=1545"&gt;A very big teacup pt I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idlanzakaria.com/wordpress/?p=1546"&gt;A very big teacup pt II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idlanzakaria.com/wordpress/?p=1547"&gt;A very big teacup pt III http://www.idlanzakaria.com/wordpress/?p=1547&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is from iddy or the world knows her as idlan. This should explains why.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What make me worry though is this &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/NASApp/cs/ContentServer?pagename=thestar/Layout/Article_Type1&amp;c=Article&amp;amp;amp;amp;cid=1139397069033&amp;call_pageid=968332188492&amp;amp;col=968793972154&amp;amp;t=TS_Home"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously, making fun of the holocaust is not new, Mel Brooks got his The producer’s production. Even then some still view it as .. wait…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another setpiece on the 27 minute. Can’t even fark clear the wall! Ugh!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back… to the Holocaust thing…. Even with The Producers…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;some still view it as tasteless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway… what would be interesting is the backlash. So we Muslim takes to the streets and burn down whatever things (can we not do that please? Pollution lah!) and once we (read &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iran&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; – not exactly we all lah but the European press and some people just label all of us muslim &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as one. Irregardless of the nations, sects etc) retaliate and publish these so called funny holocaust cartoon we’ll soon see the there’s no hope for Iran on the nuclear issue whatsoever, and worse economic effect from stopping of trade, slowing of FDIs and other global trade thing and then we’ll see which method is more effective and hurts more? And we’ll definitely know who actually runs the world…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I know is both will be counterproductive and we certainly can avoid that by not retaliating back (via the lame tasteless holocaust cartoons)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What then will happen? The west won’t stand down.. cause its their right to express themselves. We on the other hand won’t stand down either cause how can we call ourselves somebody with religion if we just stared blankly and do nothing when somebody insult our religion and the most important human figure in Islam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So… from stupid burning stuff, we publish tasteless holocaust cartoons, then we burn more stuff then we take to the streets&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;43 mins…. Got chance&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;la… and seriously… cisse needs to learn how to control the ball with his chest. Croush miss again… *sigh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where were we… oh!… take to the streets again, burn more building, then suggest oil blocks and fuel price goes up, prices of goods went sky high and we the man on the streets suffer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The west publish in 1 country, then more country, now they say they’ll even publish the tasteless holocaust cartoon and retaliation? Ermm… maybe slowing down of goods, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;GOAL!!! For Charlton that is. FARK!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where we we? Oh!West’s action.. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Slowing down of FDIs, imports from these countries etc etc etc… and while the leaders calls for moderation and slowing down and understanding we though can expects more publication from the press about the issue. And who gain from this? The press of course… better circulation marh….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So… things will get ugly….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what really is more worrying is that the distrust between these 2 world. 1 planet, but 2 different world! All the talk about religious understanding, more comparative religion studies will be pointless. Why? Because there’ll be shifts in perception and its not for the better. Both sides will have negative ideas of each other and when you come to a discussion table with a preconceived view instead of an open mind the outcome won’t be good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I say… its not the HIVs, the bird flus, the meteor fall from the skies that will be the end of mankind… its us! We and our fark bird brained inability to be respectful, understanding, emphatic and think rationally of what our acts will result in others. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I foresee in 5 years times we’ll resorts to clubs made of stones and loincloths and we’ll club each other to death. East vs west. Central&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;vs southern, Asian vs Africans, ASEAN vs middle east, Malaysian vs &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, KL vs PJ, man vs woman…. Just about everybody will club each other to death!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well…. Maybe not the last man vs woman part lah.. cause we men love women… especially women in loincloth. Which brings me to this point… Make love not war.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Note : we’re&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;down 2-0&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;now and I’m so pissed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-113943661489060431?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/113943661489060431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=113943661489060431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113943661489060431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113943661489060431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/02/of-liverpool-muslim-and-caricatures.html' title='of liverpool, a muslim and caricatures'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-113764131304657493</id><published>2006-01-19T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:28:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident la pulak!</title><content type='html'>PUIT!! this morning I use LDP to go back to mecha place. It was a mother of all jam as usual lah right? so when I reach on top of the bridge next to the western digital I was happy since can see the exit to federal highway. The end is near!!! the end is nearr!!!!!! sekali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PANG!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got la this stupid bike whack my not even 2 months old Stream. FARK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-113764131304657493?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/113764131304657493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=113764131304657493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113764131304657493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113764131304657493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/01/accident-la-pulak.html' title='Accident la pulak!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-113755763205212701</id><published>2006-01-18T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:09:59.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News wednesday :</title><content type='html'>ok now we shall begin. of course lot comments la kan.. but this one quite happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- Breadcrumb--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEWS 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story_header"&gt;No way MyKad can be forged, says Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="story_byline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the star. &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/1/18/nation/13138421&amp;sec=nation"&gt;link  &lt;/a&gt;: By SIM LEOI LEOI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;" However, Deputy Home Minister Datuk Tan Chai Ho said the situation was not serious and that the authorities were monitoring their activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt; “There is no way a MyKad can be forged because the information in the document will not match the details of the person carrying it, even if the surface of the card has been changed,” said Tan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; “An application for a MyKad requires the applicants to give their thumbprints, which are then matched with the online database at&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;the National Registration Department.”  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ok here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;1. The details while can't be matched exactly can always be "matched to the closest details". eg. same age range, same sex, ethnicity same skin colour etc.&lt;br /&gt;not like they can check the photo at the NRD on the spot right?&lt;br /&gt;2. they are equipped with a card reader but its not online.&lt;br /&gt;3. Can definitely be forged as card reader is available/sold to the public. You reverse engineer a bit (if needed lah) and i don't think the encryption of the data in the smart chip that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;canggih &lt;/span&gt;so surely can wannnn.... Remember the story about fraud-proof smart chipped credit cards? got cloned pretty fast innit? mark my words.. it won't be too long till we heard something like "we must improve on the security features!" or "we need an online confirmation, so need upgrade!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEWS 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story_header"&gt;Maybank aims to woo 100,000 Zing card users&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story_header"&gt;from The Star &lt;a href="http://biz.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/1/18/business/13137117&amp;sec=business"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: &lt;/b&gt;Maybank expects to attract over 100,000 users of Maybankard Touch 'n Go Zing card in the next 12 months, said executive vice-president, head of cards business group, Ashraf Ali Kadir. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The contactless smartcard has a microchip and antenna embedded in it, with an auto-reload feature that will provide a fixed RM100 top-up when the value falls below RM50. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Customers are levied a one-time nominal issuance fee of RM10 for the Zing card and a RM2 fee for each automatic reload, with the Touch 'n Go reload transaction billed to the cardholders through their credit card statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.... here's the thing&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do they say minimum top up amount to be RM50 when the highest amount for 1 trip is RM41.30 ok la if to include that one off toll at kempas its an additional RM2.10. So the highest probability is that RM43.40. why can't they set the top up amount to be RM44?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its a mere RM6 difference but please bear in mind these RM50 min top up is the float ie free money that's sitting in Rangkaian Segar's (touch n go operator). To put that into perspective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybank alone have 100,000 auto reloads cards. That equates to RM5Million of free float to Rangkaian Segar from Maybank Customers alone. I guess it is safe to say there are at least 400,000 auto reload or those with minimum RM50 before reload which rouhly translate to RM20Million of free float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 2.4 mill touch and go in circulation. Assuming the balance 2 million of the Tn'G cardholder will top up their Tn'G when it reached RM5 that will roughly equates to RM10 million of free float money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives them a total free float of a grand RM30 Milllion of float. What this means though is that they'll get a minimum of RM900,000 of free money from the interest earned by placing all this float in deposit. That is IF we assume they put it in a fixed deposit type of deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they manage it slightly differently by putting a portion in long term fixed income intruments like corporate bonds with higher interest, and some other mixtures of investments? I'm sure they'll do this (if they don't then they should fire the CFO or FC) and an average return of more than RM1 million can be easily managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these extra money Rangkaian Segar still want to charge us yearly fee. Pheeesh!!!! Greedy.. greedy.. greedy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please do remember that they do collect commission from the toll operators, LRTs, parking operators etc whenever you use the Tn'G cards and I can tell you that their rate is wayyy better than those credit cards company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think it is ok for them to reap the interest return from all this extra floats, if they don't then I don't think they're doing a very good job or being smart for that matter. However, what the above highlight was that they can very well earn some significant extra income without even charging us the yearly fee. Afterall we don't really got charged rearly maintenance fee with our  Mastercards or Visa isn't it? (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;what? you do? choyyy!!!! go and call the bank and say wanna cancel card lah... sure they'll waive it for you oneeeeee &lt;/span&gt;;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe the customer should be able to determine their own level of top-up, afterall not everybody travel from JB to KL everyday and those RM50 can be better be used to buy goods and help to make the RM move faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note :  the same thing happened with fastrak/fast tag issued by Gamuda/roadbuilder concessionaraires (LDP, KESAS, SPRINT). they have top up amount of RM20 when max charge for each toll is RM1.50. Go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok mates.. me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-113755763205212701?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/113755763205212701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=113755763205212701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113755763205212701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113755763205212701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/01/news-wednesday.html' title='News wednesday :'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-113755238308364692</id><published>2006-01-18T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T11:11:48.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News! News! News!</title><content type='html'>i know i know I've been ultra lazy in updating the blog. dunno meh? me always this lazy?? aiyah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... been busy with work, work, work, moving house, son, partner, and got knows what else but the reason I post now is that I think from now on I would post a snippets from the local news and my comments about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were few occasions where I got scolded for not informing my friends about something. Aiyah! like its my fault la right? it went something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;: Tiu! my counter went down lah. Siao ah.. no news also suddenly go down. Somemore market go up in europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me     : which counter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;: **** *** *** **** Berhad lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me     : Aiyah that one of course go down la Labu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;: how you know? say say only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me    : Aiyah!! you ah.....  of course go down lah. Their cost went up what? margin also wafer thin as it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;: but european market up what 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me : tiu leyr.. so if europe up we must up meh? see lah why they go up? their market went up lead by energy stocks lah. Energy is not TNB ler.. its oil and gas and the only reason those feckers went up is because of higher price marh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;friend  &lt;/span&gt;: tiu leyr.... said broad market gains. dunno energy that's leading. tiu. tiu. tiu..... you lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me      : eh! eh! why me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;friend  &lt;/span&gt;: you lah! yesterday when I call don't tell me one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me     : tiu!! you call ask about car what? what for I talk about European Bourses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;: Who ask you not to talk about stock market? You know already still don't want to tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me : tiu! if KLSE ok lah... but this one Europe one lah! LONTON AH!!! FRANKFURTER LAH!! How fark would I know what to tell you? basket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;: Don't care. You pay for your own drinks.&lt;br /&gt;*he then suddenly stand up and walk away from the table stop at the counter, talk to the mamak and walk off to his car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the mamak walked to me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak  : macha, itu kawan cakap you bayar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me        : huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak  : itu kawan bukan? itu pakai baju merah tadi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me       : ah ok! milo ais satu sama maggie goreng ayam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak  : ini?&lt;br /&gt;*finger pointing to the the other plates and drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me       : huh? *with blur face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak : dia cakap you bayar mah&lt;br /&gt;me    : HUH? GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets share share lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a snippets from related news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click link &lt;a href="http://www.iht.com/articles/2006/01/16/business/bxeuro.php"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="663"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="663"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span class="click" id="/articles/2006/01/16/business/bxeuro.php" onclick="javascript:addClipping('/articles/2006/01/16/business/bxeuro.php','Europe: Energy shares lead broad market gains',this);"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 Europe: Energy shares lead broad market gains&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/h1&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="663"&gt;       &lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iht.com/cgi-bin/search.cgi?query=By%20Chris%20Fournier&amp;sort=swishrank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By Chris Fournier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bloomberg News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://www.iht.com/images/article/spacer.gif" alt="" border="0" height="5" width="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="text2"&gt;TUESDAY, JANUARY 17, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td width="663"&gt;       &lt;div class="b3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iht.com/images/icon/null.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div class="dL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iht.com/images/icon/null.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div class="b3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iht.com/images/icon/null.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td width="663"&gt;        &lt;!-- article body start --&gt;       &lt;div id="articleBody" class="artText"&gt;        &lt;!-- google_ad_region_start=article_body --&gt;        &lt;!-- body text start --&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iht.com/cgi-bin/search.cgi?query=LONDON&amp;amp;sort=swishrank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LONDON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; European shares rose on Monday, led by energy companies, as crude oil prices approached a three-month high.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Friso Rengers, a fund manager at ABN AMRO Asset Management in Amsterdam, said he was not surprised that oil stocks were leading the advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "This bull market for energy will last as long as the supply and demand situation is out of whack," he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"That'll be years."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; RWE led gains among utility shares on reports that Terra Firma Capital Partners planned to buy the company's British water unit for £8 billion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dow Jones Stoxx 600 index added 0.70 point to 317.57, with 10 of the 18 industry groups rising. The Stoxx 50 added 4.37 points to 3,425.74, with Vodafone Group limiting gains. The Euro Stoxx 50, a gauge for the 12 countries using the euro, rose 15.16 points to 3,644.41.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stoxx 600 oil &amp; gas index is the top performer so far this year, up 6.6 percent, almost triple the 2.4 percent gain on the broader measure.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; BP, Europe's biggest oil company, advanced 12 pence to close at 666 pence. Total, the region's largest oil refiner, rose E1.60 to E223.50. Total said its refining margin, or the profit made from turning each barrel of crude oil into products like gasoline, increased 2.7 percent, to $45.50 a ton, in the fourth quarter from the preceding quarter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Technip, Europe's largest oil-services company, added 80 cents to E56.50. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benchmark indexes rose in all 18 West European markets except Luxembourg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The DAX gained 31.55 points to 5,514.64. The FTSE 100 added 29.20 points to 5,740.20, and the CAC 40 rose 5.56 points to 4,856.09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indexes rising steadily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;European indexes this month reached their highest level since 2001 on speculation that earnings growth would continue even as the global economy cools and interest rates rise. Analysts expect profit growth at Stoxx 600 companies to slow to an average 9 percent this year, from an estimated 22 percent in 2005, according to forecasts compiled by FactSet Research Systems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-113755238308364692?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/113755238308364692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=113755238308364692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113755238308364692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113755238308364692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2006/01/news-news-news.html' title='News! News! News!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-113513281030375188</id><published>2005-12-21T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:40:10.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mykad = Don't bother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hah! Had this great idea to put on my blog but in the end….&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No time. Work beckons, whatever lah.. but this is what I found&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JPN Maju Junction at 9 this morning and the numbers for today are finished. That’s queueing number not some 4-D lottery ok?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So unless you’re willing to come in as early as 6.30 for the numbers then its doable, otherwise don’t bother. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They put up a sign saying that the quota for today is up and obviously most people don’t bother reading lah &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is this makcik whom when she found out about this she went “APA NI? Mana boleh macam ni? Saya dah datang ni?” she stammered with a really pissed look.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course others just join in and suddenly there’s a mass commotion going on.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;AHAHHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t help but laugh lah. Come on lah makcik we’ve dilly dallyied for like 3 years (Yes, we actually got 36 months time frame from Jan 03 to Dec 05) and now you’re complaining? AHAHHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is not lost though, the kakak that’s manning the counter was still smiling even after being asked the same question for the thousandth time for countless no of days.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“bila boleh start ambik no?”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“ Itu nombor ah!! Boleh beli ah? &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; itu ulat mau jual ah?”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“berapa kena bayar kalau buat tahun depan?”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“alaaa akak… ni gua nak cepat ni.. nanti boss kantul gua ular ni…”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. the last part not really a question but I really salute the kakak for still having a smile on her face and finally he made this announcement.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Perhatian kepada Tuan-tuan dan Puan-puan, nombor giliran pada hari ini telah habis diberi kepada pelanggan-pelanggan kami ddDAAANNNNNN untuk pengetahuan Tuan-tuan dan Puan-Puan selepas 31 Disember 2005 untuk membuat mykad hanya akan dikenakan yuran pemprosesan sebanyak RM20 untuk warganegara. Sekian terima kasih”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;hah!! RM20 so not too bad lah. So I feel obligated to help out the kakak and pass this message along.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here’s the real point of this post&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s darn packed and might not worth your time to go because it will only cost you RM20 of processing fee for mykad post &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="31" month="12"&gt;31 Dec 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; If you’re a citizen lah, if not kena pay a bit more.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends…. Don’t bother! Time is money and seriously I think RM20 is well worth the money.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;p/s from past experience the JPN is pretty efficient as long as there’s no rush of people for deadlines lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother... I'll be fine I'll be fine I'll be fine.....&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/9261033-113513281030375188?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/113513281030375188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=113513281030375188' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113513281030375188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113513281030375188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/12/mykad-dont-bother.html' title='Mykad = Don&apos;t bother'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-113348483076075514</id><published>2005-12-02T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T08:55:44.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAD BULLY! so I want a faster car...</title><content type='html'>most probably you guys got harrased by some road bully or something and&lt;br /&gt;almost got into fight or they hassle you on the road and almost got into&lt;br /&gt;accident. And most people say just ignore but this is what I got to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bros, sometimes if we ignore they'll continue to harrass us all the way&lt;br /&gt;back home and when that happens it gets dangerous. Even at my yard/office&lt;br /&gt;with all the friendly thugs around I dare not lead them to my office (more&lt;br /&gt;for this w4nker's safety than mine). So it is better if we can just run&lt;br /&gt;away and leave the f4rker behind (can't slow down then we'll be late for work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I used this line of argument to coax the partner in being&lt;br /&gt;agreeable for me to get a go faster car and this is what happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : darn. Just got tailed and almost involved in accident several times&lt;br /&gt;from this stewpid road bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partner : why? got some crazy car hassle you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : yeah! I need faster car to run away from the stupid road bully lah.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to get into fights anymore, old already so better safe than&lt;br /&gt;sorry. so what do you think of the new volvo V50 T5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partner : huh? ok lah! at least nicer than your previous volvo wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : so ok lah hor... nicer and faster so can run from these stupid drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partner : huh? why do you want to run away from the driver again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : because now old already so better run and leave the stupid driver&lt;br /&gt;behind than kena hantam. better safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partner : aiyah... no need faster car lah. get the old volvo that my father&lt;br /&gt;used to drive. I heard its quite cheap now and if people hit you also no&lt;br /&gt;problem. very strong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : huh? you mean the volvo 244?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partner : dunno, but the boxy one lah... daddy used to drive when I was in&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh. primary school one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : eeeee... ugly lah! and not that fast also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partner : not fast but very safffeee... you said you wanna be safe right? you&lt;br /&gt;see, my lil bro used to ram his bike straight at the car and the door&lt;br /&gt;barely had a mark. nothing! I'm sure you'll be safe in that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : huh? but kennot run away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partner : sure.. but strong. Then, mummy used to reverse and bang into this&lt;br /&gt;TNB pole and nothing happened. of course the pole bengkok lah but very ok one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : but I need something fas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partner : ah! then when balik kampung that time daddy park below this&lt;br /&gt;cempedak tree and ............... (she continues with quite a no of example&lt;br /&gt;of how SAFE and STRONG the car was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.. tsk.. tsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-113348483076075514?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/113348483076075514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=113348483076075514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113348483076075514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/113348483076075514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/12/road-bully-so-i-want-faster-car.html' title='ROAD BULLY! so I want a faster car...'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112952400025847428</id><published>2005-10-17T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:40:00.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED!</title><content type='html'>I'm Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored like helll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and monday really is a drag especially when you have TONNES of work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and million of excuses not too do them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...... its Ramadan..... so have to fast so ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't do anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112952400025847428?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112952400025847428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112952400025847428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112952400025847428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112952400025847428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/10/bored.html' title='BORED!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112901305512000952</id><published>2005-10-11T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:44:15.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUASA : What to do?</title><content type='html'>shook: actually&lt;br /&gt;shook: i wanna blog about this...&lt;br /&gt;shook: but didn't&lt;br /&gt;shook: have the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: abt wht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: puasa&lt;br /&gt;shook: you see&lt;br /&gt;shook: puasa is very boring&lt;br /&gt;shook: you can't eat&lt;br /&gt;shook: can't pick your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: uhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: hahhahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: can't dowload porn&lt;br /&gt;shook: can't watch porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hot_Babe: but not tahap syokkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: that's why lah.. tak syiok&lt;br /&gt;shook: anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hot_Babe: uhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: once you get rid of these activities from my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: uhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: I'm surprised that I really got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: HAHAHAHHAHAAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: it shows how much crap do I spent on each day eh?&lt;br /&gt;shook: ekekekeke&lt;br /&gt;shook: anyway...&lt;br /&gt;shook: devoid of all the things mentioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: uhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: I got load of free time rifght?&lt;br /&gt;shook: so..&lt;br /&gt;shook: what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: I got horny..&lt;br /&gt;shook: that's what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: hahahhah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: but I can't download porn&lt;br /&gt;shook: can't watch porn&lt;br /&gt;shook: let alone do something about the hornyness!&lt;br /&gt;shook: see!&lt;br /&gt;shook: that's a cycle of depression all over ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: how can u get horny..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: how can?&lt;br /&gt;shook: dah tu nak buat apa pun tak boleh&lt;br /&gt;shook: makan tak leh&lt;br /&gt;shook: korek hidung tak leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: ya lah...no porn.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: tgk porn tak leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: no nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: i don't like to sleep&lt;br /&gt;shook: then?&lt;br /&gt;shook: sit alone&lt;br /&gt;shook: horny lah!&lt;br /&gt;shook: ahahahhahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: there are such thing as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"wwwork"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shook: I almost forgot that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hot_Babe: u forgot??!!&lt;br /&gt;shook: heh!..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112901305512000952?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112901305512000952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112901305512000952' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112901305512000952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112901305512000952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/10/puasa-what-to-do.html' title='PUASA : What to do?'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112771288743612242</id><published>2005-09-26T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:34:47.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>democrat pt II</title><content type='html'>frankly speaking, I have no idea what does democrat stands for but I guess if it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Democrat = You exhibit a very well-developed sense of Right and Wrong and believe in economic fairness. loc: (74, -50)&lt;br /&gt;modscore: (22, 42)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I guess its all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112771288743612242?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112771288743612242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112771288743612242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112771288743612242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112771288743612242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/09/democrat-pt-ii.html' title='democrat pt II'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112771270408442620</id><published>2005-09-26T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:31:44.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Democrat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style='border:1px solid black'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;        &lt;font size="3"&gt;      You are a      &lt;center&gt;      &lt;br&gt;      &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Liberal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;      &lt;br&gt;      &lt;font shmolor="#a8a8a8" size="3"&gt;(70% permissive)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;      &lt;/center&gt;      &lt;br&gt;      and an...      &lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economic Liberal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;        &lt;br&gt;      &lt;font shmolor="#a8a8a8" size="3"&gt;(36% permissive)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;      &lt;/center&gt;        &lt;br&gt;      You are best described as a:&lt;br&gt;      &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Democrat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;       &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;table id="thetable" name="thetable" background="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_political.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="375" width="375"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="218"&gt;          &lt;td width="243"&gt;&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="131"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr height="156"&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;&lt;td width="243"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="131"&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;          &lt;br&gt;          &lt;table id="thetable" name="thetable" background="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_basic.jpg" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="375" width="375"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="218"&gt;          &lt;td width="243"&gt;&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="131"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr height="156"&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;&lt;td width="243"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="131"&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;          &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/politics'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Politics Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112771270408442620?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112771270408442620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112771270408442620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112771270408442620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112771270408442620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-democrat.html' title='I&apos;m a Democrat!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112626650180760086</id><published>2005-09-09T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T09:41:16.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be a STUDENT!!!!</title><content type='html'>siao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am in between work and I decided to take a break so log on to my favourtie sites and on the YM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged in and the person on the other end said this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : aku nak kuar je mesti ko masuk!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Student : aku nak gi tgk lelaki cinderella ni&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrghhhhhhhhh!!!!!! and this coming from a student who supposedly have no time, darn busy and almost went mental with work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh!! I can't even afford to watch the darn 45 mins anime DVD at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can't really argue that being a student is cool. You're in denial, yes... but its cool....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112626650180760086?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112626650180760086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112626650180760086' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112626650180760086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112626650180760086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wanna-be-student.html' title='I wanna be a STUDENT!!!!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112618633372645543</id><published>2005-09-08T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T09:40:44.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and simple</title><content type='html'>staff on "strike", dead busy with operations at 3 centres during office hours and half dead going through the paperworks and various "restructuring" steps to sort matters out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have this to say, some people just don't think things through. All are plain dumb. However I can't decide which is worst the followers who just follow the so called smart fellas in the group or the so called smart fellas but in actual fact is dumb as an arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't care really, one is stupid for blindly following and the other are just didn't know that they're plain stupid. Both will get what they deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112618633372645543?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112618633372645543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112618633372645543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112618633372645543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112618633372645543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/09/short-and-simple.html' title='Short and simple'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112539177425644357</id><published>2005-08-30T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:54:47.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was bitching to my &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;friend/sis/long-time-nemesis about the rising fuel prices and the bad results reported by the public listed companies, rising prices and how it affects me and my staffs etc etc. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So there was I bitching about it and then she wrote this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;friend/sis/long-time-nemesis &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;quit. become a student. live in denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;shookme: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;shookme:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and be like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;friend/sis/long-time-nemesis &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;shookme: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;friend/sis/long-time-nemesis &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;aku in denial. but very zen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First, out of nowhere she ask me to become a student, then denial and zen together? How?… how? Ekekekke… now you know why I love her so much eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She’s a real classic lah. ekekekkee&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/9261033-112539177425644357?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112539177425644357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112539177425644357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112539177425644357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112539177425644357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/08/denial.html' title='Denial!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112538988746630781</id><published>2005-08-30T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:18:07.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERDEKA OIIII!!!</title><content type='html'>tomorrow we will be celebrating our Independence day. Hari Merdeka in Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. its been like how many years eh? from 1957 to 2005?  hmmm..... 48 yrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat hari Merdeka everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112538988746630781?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112538988746630781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112538988746630781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112538988746630781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112538988746630781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/08/merdeka-oiiii.html' title='MERDEKA OIIII!!!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112527815362607537</id><published>2005-08-29T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:36:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing about Proton &amp; VW venture</title><content type='html'>Referring to this &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/8/29/nation/11897446&amp;sec=nation"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; where Dr Mahathir return Proton &amp;amp; VWs cars a friend of mine wrote this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"on a more serious note, why did they give him a VW? a perdana not good&lt;br /&gt;enought ah? kay en en.. use foreign cars but want us to use local.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what most people don't understand. Those VWs was sent by VW to Mahathir for a long term test to prove their goods and credential. And It is also previously agreed that there is NO NEED for SIGNIFICANT share sales to VW (or even a single shareholding) for a VW proton venture. Its a great opportunity that has been brokered by Mahathir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about everybody wants proton, they have cash, R&amp;D knowledge and more importantly one of the most advance &amp;amp; flexible factory in the world. All ready to be "exploited".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to sell proton, period but obviously the BOD "thought" of something else and decides to give more sweetener to the VWs. Dunno why but maybe they want to excercise their ESOS at a higher price lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you see the kind of "press campaign" that's been carried out by these people (those involved in VWs and proton sales)? Suddenly we read a lot of VWs achievement when there are none before and they KEEP HARPING on VWs SUCCESS with skoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they fail to mention is VWs failure (or deemed lack of direction) with SEAT. What happened to this brand? their prototype is the same year in year out? no proper "differentiation" and direction. Then Add proton in this stable? gosh!! where do they want position Proton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got lot more longer reply but Time is something that I don't have&lt;br /&gt;** It kinda hurt when I wrote the above cause I drive Audi and admire VWs product but one should not let that cloud one's judgement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112527815362607537?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112527815362607537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112527815362607537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112527815362607537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112527815362607537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/08/thing-about-proton-vw-venture.html' title='The thing about Proton &amp; VW venture'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112407372852957643</id><published>2005-08-15T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T10:47:16.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Monday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its Monday morning, caught in the infamous Jalan Tun Razak traffic jam and to while away the time I listened to the Ipod and then…..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trooot&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;trroooottttttttttt&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trroooot ttrrroooooooootttttttt&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*fumbles with the headset&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;me : humpf!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : hallo?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : HeLLLLOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : HELLO!?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : Oi! Can’t hear you lah!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : arh!!?? Kejap! Kejap&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*fumbles with the volume control while cursing silenty as the stupid car that finally managed to cut queue  in front of me&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : Ah!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : what was that?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : What’s what?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : Christina Aguilera ek?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : humpf &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : ekekekekeke… Genie in a bottle some more. Ekekekeke… I know laaaa &lt;st1:place&gt;Liverpool&lt;/st1:place&gt; draw but can’t be that bad la right?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : Stupid lah!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : ekekekekeke…. Let me guess this morning you start with “You’ll never walk alone” Song right? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;me&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: humph….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : ekekekeke… at least you still haven’t play Roxxette yet! AHAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : Grrrrrrrrrrr……. Stupid lah! That Gerrard with 100,000 quid a week also don’t know how to shoot properly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : Kekekekekkee…. MU win laa oit!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : Ellleh!!!! Against Everton team sekolah menengah Felda Bukit Mendi can also win&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : ekekekke!! But we scored 3 wey!!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : as I said the stupid Everton, team sekolah oso can win….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : ekekkekee…. That’s without ronaldo and giggs you know?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : fark lah! That ronaldo even If he play he’ll be slumped on the ground lah! Kena whacked by Cahill and Neville!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : eleh!!! At least we win!! 2 goals ok? And you guys? Gerrard got 3 clear ones right? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : Fark lah!! 100,000 quid that’s the same amount I make in 20 years and he still can’t score!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: ekekekeke…. That’s why lah. That sissoko is not bad eh! Good play lah!! But why ah? You can’t score?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : That stupid gerrard lah!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : ekekeke… that’s why lah! Told you guys to sell him to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; you don’t want. See! Now got draw only… and we win man!!! Ekekekek…..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : as I said, against everton Stupid Sekolah Bintang Montessori also can win lah!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : eleh!!! At least we win!! 2 goals out of 4-5 chances ok? And you guys… ermm… out of 5-6? And how many you got? Zero? ekekekkeke&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : Fark lah!! Why you call?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P : nothing lah!! Just want to make sure you play Roxxette’s It must have been love after this only… kekekeke&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*the rest of the conversation is very explicit as it involves the various interpretation of the sexual organs, the monkeys, cows, dung and various other items not suitable for public consumption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So my friends, it has started, so pardon my mood swings in these few months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112407372852957643?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112407372852957643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112407372852957643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112407372852957643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112407372852957643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/08/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-monday-morning.html' title='GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Monday morning'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112245111219281601</id><published>2005-07-27T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:04:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahathir at its best!</title><content type='html'>ekekkekeke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really busy. as in busy busy busy. Handling several projects at one go is tough what more when it involved a start-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was reading through the edge daily and read through Tun Dr Mahathir's article and what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, since he left there is nobody that is as good as him in public speaking. And yesterday's press conference is him at his best. so go on and read it. I just can't stop laughing reading through on what he said. Very sarcastic but definitely most funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.theedgedaily.com/cms/content.jsp?id=com.tms.cms.article.Article_537a227e-cb73c03a-1cf662f0-eba804c0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a transcript so read it in full glory. There's nothing better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahathir at its best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112245111219281601?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112245111219281601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112245111219281601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112245111219281601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112245111219281601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/07/mahathir-at-its-best.html' title='Mahathir at its best!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112115324304733882</id><published>2005-07-12T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T15:27:23.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>here's a birthday shoutout to Areysha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112115324304733882?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112115324304733882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112115324304733882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112115324304733882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112115324304733882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112057844444814585</id><published>2005-07-05T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:47:24.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerrard wants to leave</title><content type='html'>yeap! you read that right. The capt that supposedly wants to spend years and years at liverpool apparently have rejected a GBP100,000/week salary. that's roughly RM700,000 a week or RM 2 MILLION a month or a ferrari for every 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the highest liverpool ever pay for a player. EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he turned it down....  seriously mate nobody is bigger than the club! not even stevie G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read &lt;a href="http://soccernet.espn.go.com/headlinenews?id=336638&amp;cc=4716"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a href="http://soccernet.espn.go.com/headlinenews?id=336625&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just lost for words....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112057844444814585?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112057844444814585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112057844444814585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112057844444814585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112057844444814585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/07/gerrard-wants-to-leave.html' title='Gerrard wants to leave'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112055780932269184</id><published>2005-07-05T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:03:29.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary aplenty!</title><content type='html'>wahhh!!! the stupid streamyx and its connection error left me out of the loop for quite some time. Plus the stupidy of one of my client's staff made me a very very busy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to all you lot that's celebrates their anniversary in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr &amp; Mrs Teng - HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!! *solly don't know what year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyrene &amp;amp; Matt - Happy FIRST anniversary... and remember things will go downhill from this point onwards so be more creative in your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creation &lt;/span&gt;activities!  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe &amp; Hook - Happy 7th anniversary and may the 7 yr itch didn't appear. If it did.. you know where to look for the forms ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahhha... ok lah.... jokes aside may ALL of you have a super long lasting, wonderful and fruitful and most importantly darn happy and peaceful years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!! may you have litters and litters of puppies to boot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh.... these anniversary make me feel all warm and happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! now have to go back to evil mood! somebody sooo gonna get screwed after this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112055780932269184?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112055780932269184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112055780932269184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112055780932269184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112055780932269184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/07/anniversary-aplenty.html' title='Anniversary aplenty!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112043814863675913</id><published>2005-07-04T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:59:19.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast pirate!</title><content type='html'>AHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're younger, when we're in school lots of the students in my school would bring our own food in the small container for us to eat during the school break at around 10.30am. In malay we call it "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bekal&lt;/span&gt;" or loosely translated as supplies. Though I notice there are less and less kids who carry it nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the fast pace rat race has also affect our children, nowadays most parents just gave them some cash and off you go to school. It also have to do with the standard of living, nowadays most working parents view the effort and time it took to prepare these food are just not worth it, it is lot easier to give them cash and let them buy what they want at the school's canteen. Though I seriously suspect the majority of 'em spent it at the ice-cream vendor outside of the school's compound (I know I would!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the kids then cause I'm sure they'll miss out on the fun involving the many aspect involved in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bekal&lt;/span&gt;'s exchange and the intricacies involved in the negotiation process. It is seriously fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one don't like one's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bekal &lt;/span&gt;with its sad looking loaf of oatmeal bread and some veges in it and look accusingly at another's who have nasi lemak with telur and kangkung, then negotiations will take place. There are those who even have an MOU where they exchanged it on regular basis, somehow they took a liking for the other mom's cooking, lucky they only exchanged &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bekal &lt;/span&gt;and not the mum :P Some even have somewhat of a trade pact (much like ASEAN) where everybody will take a lil' bit from each other's container and they'll have the widest variety of food, nevermind the quantity of each. While, there are some just act like the US and be a big bully and just raid another kid's container and suddenly he got the best mix and the biggest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bekal &lt;/span&gt;around. All in the name of tummy security ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annddd.d... This morning I went a step further, I actually took someone's breakfast. ALL of it and now it is sitting on my table in its plastic wrapping. AHAHHAA!!! But seriously, no self-respecting working adult would bring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bekal &lt;/span&gt;to the office innit? So basically I'm just doing a service and save this poor soul from being ridiculed at her office. See! How thoughtful of me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehheheehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s To N, thanks! It actually taste quite good! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112043814863675913?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112043814863675913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112043814863675913' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112043814863675913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112043814863675913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/07/breakfast-pirate.html' title='breakfast pirate!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-112019257496400370</id><published>2005-07-01T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:38:39.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain itch! Best of you</title><content type='html'>have you ever had those brain itch? where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain itch lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya lah!!! itchy!! itchy marh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh!!! itchy!!! like itchy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena* &lt;/span&gt;grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh!!! itchy lah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mah Lau&lt;/span&gt;!** itchy you scratch scratch one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also dunno? mahh haiii.... Itchy LAH! Like itchy want to get laid one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah!! that one understand.. darn itchy hamsap lou lah you.&lt;br /&gt;ok! understand right? now its a brain itch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh!!! of course lah the bloody brain can't get laid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? ya lah!!! I said itchy like want to get laid... not get laid lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? aiyoh!!! ok! ok!! brain itch is like when your brain get to see porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok? aiyoh!!! ya ya... nah!! take this dvd and go play far far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? tiu ley... got multiple angle one lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya! ya!! 1 scene got several angle lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tns... ANGLE LAH!!! NOT KURT ANGLE that wrestling fella lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#%^*#^$%@^!@$^@*@&amp;%$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! bai bai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem!! sorry for the distraction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain itch... actually its one of those music or song or sounds that keep repeating themselves in your brain. Yeap! much like the paddle pop music from those trishaw vendor. Yeah!! nowadays its mat cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even the words "I see dead people" from sixth sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... I got this brain itch ever since I saw Foo fighter's Best of you music video and its just keep on repeating in me head man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this "speed of sound" from coldplay.. aiyoh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so been frantically trying to find some good deal on any of these CDs.... and thanks to one very kind soul I finally got hold of "best of me" song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do you know that Norah Jones actually appear in that foo fighter's album? cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now me speakers been working overtime and me gonna update me ipod and WOOOHOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&gt;?&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh!!! press that bloody "next" button lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oit!!! porn also start with people wear clothes one lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena &lt;/span&gt;is malay for hit or touch&lt;br /&gt;**mah lau = monkey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-112019257496400370?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/112019257496400370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=112019257496400370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112019257496400370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/112019257496400370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/07/brain-itch-best-of-you.html' title='Brain itch! Best of you'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111996056853239411</id><published>2005-06-28T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:09:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coldplay or foo fighters</title><content type='html'>I want both! but can only afford 1 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&amp;amp;Y or In Your Honor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111996056853239411?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111996056853239411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111996056853239411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111996056853239411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111996056853239411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/coldplay-or-foo-fighters.html' title='coldplay or foo fighters'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111991611175045255</id><published>2005-06-28T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:01:12.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foody tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ngeahhh!!!! been tagged by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://mymonologues.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-tagged.html"&gt;cyrene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. 1st time and it is about food. wooohooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What is your first memory of baking/cooking on your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cook maggie can count ah? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmmm.... actually there's 2 but I'll take the real 1st one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We the boys in our 2nd yr of undergrad and staying in a DSL. We cooked some cucur and it took some 8 of us to get it done. Naturally we divvy up the responsibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 got to be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;info gatherer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ie. he will call his mum and confirm the cooking procedure, cucur's colour, taste etc. Coins are his responsibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 get to be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;runner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cum despatch cum driver - Back then handphone is an alien concept thus this bloke's role is very very important. This bloke will always have his helmet on and always ready to carry the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;info gatherer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to the nearest public phone, or run and get some ingredients or fire extinguishers if needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 get to be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;back-up runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to main runner and general worker. Very important too, just in case something came up and we need to relay the info to the info gatherer that's at a public phone booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 get to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;ingredient mixer, smasher and general mix up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. This is very important as these fellas are the ones who know how flour, onions and the cooking oil looks like. Seriously, there's so many types of onions and when we got to the cooking oil section we're just stumped.&lt;br /&gt;Which one to choose lah? can't they just have 1 brand and name it cooking oil? but noooooo.... they just have to name it palm, soy (which does not look anything like soya bean drink by the way) then got different logos. Udang, kipas, 2 udangs, 2 kipas, burung helang, burung pipit, 3 udangs.. aiyoh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 get to be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;master cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ie. the fella who actually dip or throw the processed flour into the pan or kuali or.. .. actually not sure what's it called lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 get to be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;general "cooked" flour collector and arranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. (Me do this job) what I did was just to extend the plates, or something near the pan or kuali when the master cook say "DAH READY OIIII!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 get to be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;general aftermath clean-up fella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. He is the main man in cleaning up duty but it is somewhat shared with the 2nd back-up runner and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;So how it went? hmmmm..... this is what we learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Master cook is the most difficult and dangerous job. When you put in those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;cucur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;those boiling oil just jump at you man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So he ends up wearing his long sleeve riding jacket to cover his upper body, thick trackbottom and shoe to cover his lower body and a helmet with full visor to cover his face. We got nothing to cover his palm though.. so tough luck. But... being the genius that he is (doing his PHD now in finance) he took the rice cooker hood and use it as a shield ala braveheart :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp; those who knows Ulu then you'll know how hilarious he looks like and farking cute when he jump backwards whenever the "angry" oil just jumps at him ehehehhehee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Just because the outer layer is pitch black doesn't mean its cooked inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. No matter how detail the instructions are IF it is relayed to someone who don't understands the trade/thing then you might as well hire a madman to do the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeap!! just like those boyscout/motivational/teamwork game. Info from 1 source which went through several intermediaries will result in distortion/inaccurate info. In this case just 1 ie ONE person and we got mangled info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. No matter how bad your cooking (or your loved ones cooking) you'll end up eating it all for 1 reason or another. But more likely its either don't want to waste it, or to soothe up the ego of the cook (in this case our own collective ego lah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;**ps : cyrene dear, consider point no 4 when your hubby keep on eating whatever it is that you cook ok :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Who had the most influence on your cooking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fully covered FRU lookalike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;mastercook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I devote quite an amount of time for research on how to reduce the angry jumping boiling cooking oil after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Do you have an old photo as “evidence” of an early exposure to the culinary world and would you like to share it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;duh! we're all too bloody busy lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mageiricophobia - do you suffer from any cooking phobia, a dish that makes your palms sweat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CUCUR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What would be your most valued or used kitchen gadgets and/or what was the biggest let down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;valued would be those riding jacket that I wore to cover my hands whenever the mastercook "throw" the "cooked" food at the plate I'm holding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name some funny or weird food combinations/dishes you really like - and probably no one else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;ermmm.... errrmmmmm..... Sometimes I miss those rather "kembang" maggie mee lah. The one that you soak in water for such a long long time instead of the usual 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of my secondary boarding school days where we just take some laundry pail cum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baldi mop lantai &lt;/span&gt;put some maggie and just pour some water in it. Sometimes the water is a bit cold so have to wait for it to get soaked. Once its soaked we'll sit in a circle and then take turns of having a "bite" ie. a spoon per person and pass the pail to the one on your right. So given it is a minimum of 10 people and it took quite sometime to finish, by tthe end of it the instant noodles at the bottom would be really soaked or simply squashed and "kembang" and broke into 10,000 pieces. Stilll.... we makan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What are the three eatables or dishes you simply don’t want to live without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) Potato - Not really but ok lah since cyrene love it so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) TEMPOYAK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) TEMPOYAK at IKEA!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Any question you missed in this meme, that you would have loved to answer? Well then, feel free to add one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ermmm....  does the cucur turrns out ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YEAH!!! don't you know that well done is the IN word 10 yrs ago? duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Three quickies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Your favorite ice-cream… :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; X-choc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You will probably never eat… :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; wood, steel and leather seats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Your own signature dish… :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Believe it or not... my Hubby claims I make a mean Fried Bee Hoon." yeah yeah yeah.... refer to point no 4 from the 1st Q answer :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, once upon a time while at overseas I manage to make somekind of soup that is edible. Quite an achievement IMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Who do you want most to cook you dinner? (added in by Oslo Foodie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ermmm....  my sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And my own question that I would loved to answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;How neat is your kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;ermmm... very neat thank you as we don't cook! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111991611175045255?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111991611175045255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111991611175045255' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111991611175045255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111991611175045255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/foody-tagged.html' title='foody tagged'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111987013997114834</id><published>2005-06-27T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:16:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAH! part 2</title><content type='html'>The All Blacks won the game against British &amp; Irish Lions. 21-3. What is expected to be a real fight turn out to be a lame one. The Lions were lucky it rained otherwise with surer handling the Blacks will trounced them big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, for a team that pool the best resources from 4 top rugby country ie Reigning World Champ England, Reigning 6 Nations Champ Wales, Ireland and Scotland (the best in Northen hemisphere rugby) and a world cup winning coach they suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read &lt;a href="http://xtramsn.co.nz/rugby/0,,12918-4508853,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;about the game  and &lt;a href="http://xtramsn.co.nz/rugby/0,,12918-4512127,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;about how the local press "savaged" Sir Clive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, I just found out that certain somebody only wish me to be her brother. WAHHHH!!!!! Keciwa nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111987013997114834?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111987013997114834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111987013997114834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111987013997114834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111987013997114834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/hah-part-2.html' title='HAH! part 2'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111983460464176937</id><published>2005-06-27T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:10:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAH!!</title><content type='html'>Perak miraculously is out of the relegation zone. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope they'll stay there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEJOR YOP! KEJOR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111983460464176937?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111983460464176937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111983460464176937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111983460464176937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111983460464176937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/hah.html' title='HAH!!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111967509929575065</id><published>2005-06-25T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T13:08:52.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmm..... what do I do.</title><content type='html'>hmmm..... believe it or not I actually manage to cash the cheque and me now some Ringgits richer! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start of me birthday thing, me went with my mates up to Genting Highland via the old route. yeah yeah.. longer and not as fast buuutttt.... the roads more winding and more fun! and that we did!! there were 8 cars 6 audis (3 B6 turbos, 1B5 turbo, 2 B5 na (me car), 1 volkswagen passat turbo and somehow a red MX-5 also joined in. Another Volks arrived some 30 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me swallow some painkillers, bandaged the darn ankle and woohoooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, really is. But climbing the highlands with those twisty bends and grouped together with some turbos is not that fun. Especially when you got some wanker like DT with his souped up turbo hot on my tail. That joker pushed me alll the way up and finally overtake me from the outside with screeching tyres and heavy breaking. Darn! and zooom he went and I then got temporarily caught behind a wira and once I manage to free myself those 4 cars are slowly distancing themselves (there's a 1.8na in the pack but that one don't count :P ). Manage to push the Turbo Volks Passat as well but darn it for all the fun we poke at the fella the power and torque from that luggard are just too much! So me left with playing with a 2.2 camry ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach up there and hooked up with the already waiting Foo and we hangout at Starbucks. But believe it or not we're just bunch o' malaysians (even if 1 of us is a Russian) so we end up heading to Gohtong Jaya to a mamak there. eheheheheh.... Asian tummy! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back earlier and just stop by Gohtong Jaya just for a while before heading back to KL. Just enjoying the cool breeze fresh air and the drive. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a note though, the Karak highway towards KL are full of construction and this being at night and those twisty and dark highway it is quite dangerous. So becareful to those who ply the route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the night literally starts with a bang with burning rubber and all but I guess what I really want to do is to relax and be with the family. I haven't had a proper weekend or day off for that matter in months. While the last 1 months been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, me gonna ditch the Japan GT at Sepang and will hangout and watch the All Blacks vs British &amp;amp; Irish Lions instead. At the comfort of my home and with people that I love. Nothing can beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I'll do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s just got an sms from M, she was sent to some West Asia country for the last 7 months and it is indeed a really pleasant surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111967509929575065?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111967509929575065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111967509929575065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111967509929575065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111967509929575065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmmmm-what-do-i-do.html' title='hmmmmm..... what do I do.'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111959724647356233</id><published>2005-06-24T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:14:06.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>me gonna post non-sense again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;methinks me gonna go to the bank next door and try me luck at cashing out me cheque. See, me got this cheque for me work that me did 5 months ago and it didn't amount to much but methinks since me birth day falls tomorrow me might as well try it and get meself some dosh for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;methinks if its successful me gonna go and fix me car out of that annoying rattling due to the silly gearbox or engine mounting thing and me can then whack me car throught the bendies and swirlies and straighties to let of some steamies. But wait! methink its best if me get some painkillers before me work me ankle on the fuel pedal too much. Yes! Yes! me got into some unfortunate accident last week where me ankle turn to the left some 45degree and with it me knee too. Did me tell that me toes got smashed too? tehehehehe.... painful as hell me tell ye' but worry not me car or me bike gonna get some decent workout this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me wanna go and get meself a new leathery jackety thingy but what me really wanna do is to get meself to Sepang tomorrow and watch those super sweet cars at the Japan GT. But lookie lookie there's an All Blacks vs British &amp;amp; Irish Lions live on telly at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolly me! me wanna do soo many things see but first me got to cash those cheque and make me wallet bit happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodle dooo dummmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111959724647356233?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111959724647356233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111959724647356233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111959724647356233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111959724647356233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmm.....'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111959643296736706</id><published>2005-06-24T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:00:32.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me bored</title><content type='html'>me bored and browsing through friends blog and found out that my dear cyrene actually have a blog and there's a link to my blog in it.. anddddddddddd I know nothing about it. I've beg beg and beg for her to give me her blog url but noooooooo..... she just buat dunno'... ask several times again and she said... "me blog not interesting lah".... aiyoh!! who the fark care about it being interesting or not its about you, my friend, and I want to bloody see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the boys and I have our lunch at KLCC she went balistic and merajuk cause me didn't invite her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmm...... actually those two paragraph have no seeable relations whatsoever... but .. ermmm... hmmmm.... i dunno but methinks the next time I see this dear Cyrene of mine I'll jentik her forehead a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks babe for the link. Now lets see if I can hunt down Ms 16 forever blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*put rambo gear and went hunting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111959643296736706?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111959643296736706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111959643296736706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111959643296736706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111959643296736706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-bored.html' title='me bored'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111959120240522086</id><published>2005-06-24T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T13:33:22.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The dreaded disease and it seemed like there’s no cure for it. Yes and no. Years ago I was involved with some project intended for cancer research/benefit and we got the clear message from the doctor that we interviewed “the sooner you identify and treat it the higher would be your chance of survival”. The way the dear doctor at the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;KL   General&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; explains it makes it not too scary, not scary at all. Until a few years later when a friend suffered from one.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s my age and we were 19 back then when we found out she suffered from cancer. She got all the treatment and true enough she suffered but eventually came through fine. Well, for the first time. A year later she came back and continued her study, picking up where she left while most of us (including her then boyfriend) then proceeded to further our study overseas. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During summer before our final semester we got news that her cancer returned and spreading faster than before. By the time we were preparing for our final semester her condition just got worst and the boyfriend decided to pack things up and head home to be with her during our final exam study break. A month later we got back to home and not long after that we got news she didn’t make it and breathe her last breath at a very young age 21.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I will remember during this entire episode won’t be her sweet smile, her beautiful face nor her rat assed bf who still failed the exams even after I gave him all the question &amp; answers (Yes I did! I help somebody Cheat. But it don't count cause the bloke still fail the bloody thing. And Yes! It is doable due to the 5 hours time difference and we’re doing postgrad back then, thus open book is the norm and Nicky you owe me big time :P). The thing that I will remember most is her courage in all this. During all this difficult period, between treatment, being very sick and barely have the energy to go through she was determined to get her degree and she made it just months before she’s gone. That I guess a true mark of a person, not the physical aspect that will detoriates with the passage of time but their will, their ideals and the things that they do. For that is something that I will remember forever.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Recently, there’s another dear friend who also suffered from this cancer thing. Her reaction is baffling where she just refused to go through the treatment even thought she got her children which in my opinion should strengthen her resolve to fight it. Even after much coaxing she just refused and after much talk I finally figure out it is not a matter of being afraid but more of giving up too early out of distrust and believing that it won’t work just like it didn’t for her sister. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally early of the year she finally made her move, she change her “work”, moved back with her parents, change her no and made all the necessary preparations for her children and underwent the treatment. Its like making your final preparation and the way she approach it is very bleak but at least she doing something. Since then we hardly contact each other and it kills me not knowing her progress in this trying times. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;To my friend whom I know visits this blog from time to time, I wish you all the best in the world and just keep on going no matter what. Oh yah!! sure wish you mail me more often though&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An then there is also &lt;/o:p&gt;the issue of it being my sign. Hah! :P&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somehow those that I’m really close with also share the same sign (or close). Areysha’s birthday is sometime next month, my sis Iddy (can't call her lil' sis anymore cause now she's biiiiggg)  just celebrated her’s 2 days ago, while 2 of my sisters are also under the same sign. And NOT to forget, Lil’ D will be 1 year on the 8 of next month. Yippeee!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking to me all these cancer, Taurus and what have yous signs are crap but I guess those that celebrate it at or around my birthday makes it kinda important. So I guess here’s a shout out to all of you people for happy birthday in advance (and belated) and may you lot enjoy the best in years to come.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;To all the Cancerians and Cancerous may you live and prosper in all that you do in life.&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/9261033-111959120240522086?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111959120240522086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111959120240522086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111959120240522086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111959120240522086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/cancer-and-i.html' title='Cancer and I'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111932386319010201</id><published>2005-06-21T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:20:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Years! The Areysha &amp; the likes post</title><content type='html'>To Areysha and those who wonder where it went wrong in their lives and searching for those that they've lost and wish they could have and wonder if they can do it differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is for you lot. Yeah!! its from Iron Maiden but then again we rockers make most sense ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WASTED YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the coast of gold, across the seven seas,&lt;br /&gt;I'm travelling on, far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, and think of home,&lt;br /&gt;Another city goes by, in the night,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it til it's gone away,&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Face up...make your stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And realise you're living in the golden years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Can't ease this pain, so easily,&lt;br /&gt;When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; So understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Face up...make your stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; And realise you're living in the golden years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111932386319010201?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111932386319010201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111932386319010201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111932386319010201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111932386319010201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/wasted-years-areysha-likes-post.html' title='Wasted Years! The Areysha &amp; the likes post'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111923292369920017</id><published>2005-06-20T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T10:02:03.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius? ya right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ever met a real smart, genius fella but they just can’t get or do something that really basic? I mean real basic like left or right? Or 1 + 1 = 2? Or I’m a guy and she’s a woman? Things like tat? Don’t you find it odd?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relate this particular odd/weird thing to a friend yesterday afternoon about a genius friend of mine who can’t tell which is left and which is right. That’s right? She can’t tell which of her hand is left and which is right. She has to put her hands up and make an L sign using her index and thumb. If it formed the letter L then she knew its Left. Ingenious innit? And she does that each and every time she needs to know which is Left and which is Right. Then the friend went “You mean her? But she’s a genius! How is it possible?”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is like this, I long suspected that its part of her way (and other genius like her) to make shmucks like me feels comfortable and not overawed by her geniusness (if there is such a word) and making her entirely human ie approachable. Seriously! &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeah! Yeah! I love her dearly and she’s like a sister to me but it won’t blind me and stop me from seeing through the ruse. Come on…. It doesn’t make sense. It is so basic it is beyond comprehension. Somebody who watch footie as much as I do (if not more), listen to rock songs as much as I do(rock song suppose to be aint good), talk crap and make stupid jokes as much as I do and study the most around 5 minutes more than I do (and I don’t study ok?) can’t actually score wayyy way better than I can’t it? Well, you’re dead wrong! I like scored 1 A and 2 Bs and 1 C while this girl went to score straight A+ (not any As ok! A &lt;i style=""&gt;plus) &lt;/i&gt;and consistently got into the Dean’s list. And She can’t tell Left from Right? Oh!! Puhleaseee….&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the same girl who went like did her Masters like a breeze (actually in her own words “me just bumming around doing &lt;i style=""&gt;nuthin &lt;/i&gt;and get to watch footie&lt;i style=""&gt;’”&lt;/i&gt;) and like now finishing her doctorate well before turning 30. And she can’t tell Left from Right? Yeah right.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s another friend who just can’t seemed to grasp the offside trap ruling. I mean seriously, OFFSIDE! In footie!!! And He’s a guy!!!!! Yeah he don’t play footie or any sports for that matter (no! golf is not a sport!) but coming from a guy who got his engineering doctorate in his early 30s it’s a bit too far fetched innit?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a friend in school, who just can’t seem to do math properly. Everytime there’s an Add Math question this bugger would go to count using his fingers. Seriously! Its just like those small kids learning to count and realized they have 10 of those small twiddly fingers. He will go like 1, 2, 3 on his fingers and went to score perfect 100% each and everytime. Yeah! Yeah! I do that too but that is because of a genuine case of an idiot moment. I’m a total inept in multiplication and I have to multiply any series from the beginning each and everytime. But this bugger do all of these long mathematical formulas etc on his finger and voila! An Answer. And he can’t kick a ball even if his life depended on it. Ugh! *roll eyes upward&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s another friend of a friend who is doing his doctorate in financial stuff, got a double degree and this guy if you left him alone for 3 days with packs of instant noodles and some cold food will most probably die of starvation. He is that inept in cooking! Yeap! Not even a Maggie mee and you wonder how low can you get eh?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you see somebody who is too darn smart and they just can’t get the simplest thing right, don’t not be fooled. They’re faking it. It’s a way for them to make normal people like us feel not too much of a &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;loser&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and them more human. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only I can catch them on camera to prove it. Oh shucks! They must have thought what I’m thinking right now haven’t they?… &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Darn you geniuses! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111923292369920017?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111923292369920017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111923292369920017' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111923292369920017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111923292369920017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/genius-ya-right.html' title='Genius? ya right...'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111908239058124169</id><published>2005-06-18T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T18:22:46.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempoyak Attack!!</title><content type='html'>The Partner and I went to Ikea yesterday for late lunch/tea. Wanted to have the meatballs (pretty confident its halal) but seriously we like the environment more than anything else. So went there and I saw this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/tempoyakikea1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to read it like 3 times to believe it and ask the partner to read it and verify it for me. After that I just can't stop smiling and laughing. ahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Perak boy and like every Perak kampung boy &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tempoyak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;just tops our list of favourite food. In actual fact, the partner and I talked about paying my Ipoh sister a visit and get her to prepare a Tempoyak dish with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ikan keli&lt;/span&gt; like a real Perak cook will do (that will be another story). But finding this in Swedish outlet? ahahhahaha... unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm skeptical since outside of Perak nobody ever got it right. It is either too soupy, too much assam, not spicy enough, etc etc but mostly because they didn't put enough tempoyak. The mix must be justtt right. And its in Ikea? ahahahhaha...... and with prawn? Oit!! where got people prepare tempoyak with prawns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since.. I can't help myself... so just order lah. The smell is good and the presentation quite cool too. Look !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/tempoyakikea2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the apple pie at the back don't come with the set :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just took some prawns (the same one used for the cold dish) and pour the tempoyak on it. Its not just tempoyak and prawn though, they cooked the gravy with some pucuk ubi. So not that plain lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pic, the texture seems alright, looks thick, have the right yellowish colour and... I sure have some reservation... then I dip into it... WHOAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the result :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/tempoyakikea4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn right its good!! AHAHAHHAHAHA!!! I just can't stop laughing... Cause its soo good! almost like how my sis would prepare it. It might lack in the "hot" department (Swedes can't take chilli I suppose) but its just puuurrrrfect! creamy, thick, got the right smell (not too strong), and they definitely didn't skimp on the tempoyak bit. ahahahhahaahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead and head to Ikea and try it for yourself. I'm sure the management must have to think 20 times before agreeing to this dish. Cause the smell might put off some people, but somehow they manage to "tame" it and its really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go! Go NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s on the way out I notice some really hip and funky and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bergaya &lt;/span&gt;lady sampling the tempoyak as well. While her other 3 friends went for the usual ikea offerings (meatballs etc etc). HAH!! another Perak lass lah!&lt;br /&gt;See! no matter how hip your clothing is, how colourful your hair is, how cute your exposed belly button is, or even how intriguing the small tattoo on your back, Once you're a Perak girl... the call of the Tempoyak is too strong to refuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tempoyak kome oiiii. Tempoyak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tempoyak is a dish prepared using a paste which originates from Durian (the King of Food as Malaysian call it). The Durian is a love or hate affair, its either you absolutely love it or hate it. Though I seriously think those that hate it have serious issue :P The durian will be kept (or fermented) for a period in a tightly closed  jar. Later it will become a paste like thingy and called tempoyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111908239058124169?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111908239058124169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111908239058124169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111908239058124169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111908239058124169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/tempoyak-attack.html' title='Tempoyak Attack!!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111889360300761034</id><published>2005-06-16T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T11:46:43.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch!</title><content type='html'>had lunch with some of my friends yesterday and it was pretty good fun. Sure it clashed with another lunch that I really want to go but I guess the adage "you won't miss what you ain't got in the first place" rings true in this case. I'm not at the other lunch so won't know what I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up a mate at his new office (which is around the corner to the old one) at around 12.20 and proceed to Pelita Nasi Kandar to meet the rest of the gang. The usual panellist is there plus a new friend. As usual, while busy talking about just about everything under the sun (from cars, to bikes, to the recent C*IMB and C*BC consolidation) we were busy checking out the surroundings (read : girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its kinda funny as I don't do these stuff, at least not purposely, but with these bunch of wankers its like a well organised and highly trained unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hag! Tino! Entrance  Road Area. Latuk! Inside food Area. Afa! Man! Stairs and left side of the area... Des... ....&lt;/span&gt; While talking a slight change of tone from somebody would make all the others look at the direction he is looking. Magical! there is no need for finger pointing and secret code!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without even having to say anything just about everybody knows what to do. If I ever have to go to war I would prefer these blokes to be in my unit. Very efficientt! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what strikes me the most is that these are mindless fun, boys being boys and just kicking back and relaxing. Initially I was rather amazed at how "sharp and desperate" these fellas are, like a pack of wolves i tell you. I mean even the not so "interesting" subject can be interesting but after a while i understood that it is nothing, just for fun. No harm done and we don't whistle like those mat rempits do or shout like those Ah Bengs. eheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good lunch with a bunch of friends. And like it or not times like these and my usual Teh Tarik session on friday nights are the only time that I can kick back and relax. How times have changed.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111889360300761034?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111889360300761034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111889360300761034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111889360300761034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111889360300761034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/lunch.html' title='lunch!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111882008975669131</id><published>2005-06-15T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T15:21:29.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock, Gloom and Doom!</title><content type='html'>Last week was really tough and stressful for me. Stupid client didn't follow pre-agreed procedures, i didn't have sleep for few days, a sleeping partner in my company suddenly decided to be active, side-stepping landmines etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so naturally I was stressed, misereable and what not lah.  As often is the case the music that I play will naturally reflect my mood lah. So play my Ipod and then S.M. Salim Song come out "Apa dah Jadi? Apa dah jadi? sampai sekarang tak kawin lagi."  eh!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I skip to the other one then come out "itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini..." aiyoh!!! The closest thing I got to a doom, gloom song is this "Tell laura I love her!!! tell laura I ....." cause the wanker then go and crash his race car marh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got rock like this. I want a song like "until it sleeps" about boiling anger, or "stand inside your love", or "Black lodge", or Sepultura's "Sympton of the Universe"... I want heavy, i want loud, I want dooom!!! I'm in misery dammit! S.M Salim won't cut it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, for the past few days I've been busy ripping my Metal and Rock CDs.  I want DOOOMMMM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I've finished quite a no of Cds, today alone I've done this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nativity In Black - Tribute to Black Sabbath&lt;br /&gt;2. Faith No More - album of the Year&lt;br /&gt;3. Megadeth - Youthnasia&lt;br /&gt;4. Smashing Pumpkins - Ava Adore&lt;br /&gt;5. Van Halen - Live&lt;br /&gt;6. Woodstock 94&lt;br /&gt;7. Various Pearl Jams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I got to find my other Megadeths, Danzigs, NINs, Annihilators and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock ON!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111882008975669131?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111882008975669131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111882008975669131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111882008975669131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111882008975669131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/rock-gloom-and-doom.html' title='Rock, Gloom and Doom!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111880920873178971</id><published>2005-06-15T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:32:20.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK ON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/nativityinblackcoverinternet.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the above? That's my most prized CD of all time (and majority of rockers I'm sure) and I've been looking for it for the past 4 days. Thought I lost it and finally found it in my precious CDs collection by the DVDs. Phew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why its very precious? For one this is tribute to the grandfather of all Metal and heavy sounds Black Sabbath, and in it most rock group/people that matters contribute their version of the legendary songs, and it got kick ass inlays design and poster from that Preacher Comic book artist and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's loads of reason but how it got to my hand meant the most......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long long long time ago wayyyy back in the 90s. There is this young rocker kid who is into power chords and heavy stuff. The whole world however was hot with grunge, punk and those seattle sound and "Bah!" the kid said "what does those people know about power chords and distortion and anger and pain?" he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One fine day while reading through some underground fanzines he found that there's a tribute album for Black Sabbath. "that's the godfather of rock man!" says the kid. Must Buy! Says he. He then proceed to the usual rock music store, from Campbel Complex, to Pertama, to Central Market search he did to no avail. Upon various inquiry he finally found out that the album was banned in Malaysia and the only way to get it is via special order. Wanting a CD the cost involved in bringing in the CD would be beyond his reach. With a heavy heart he left the store and went back and plan his next move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hooking up with some of his mate he then ventured into selling T-shirts and stuff. Few months after that he went to the store again and placed an order, few weeks later he got this CD. Not having his own CD player he then seek to listen to the CD whenever he chance upon a CD player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 yrs on, I still treasure this album and by far the most comprehensive rock album there is. There's heavy, doom, hip, classical, sonic sound all in this album. A Must Have for all the rockers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On Dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111880920873178971?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111880920873178971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111880920873178971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111880920873178971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111880920873178971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/rock-on.html' title='ROCK ON!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111829335477363344</id><published>2005-06-09T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:32:13.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shaving with a 11 mth boy is a BIG NO NO      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was shaving my 4 days of facial hair (quite a lot ok?) and trimming my goatee demonstrating it to him with great care. Then he suddenly decides to jump from the bed! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Being the superdad that I am I instinctively drop the shaver and stop him. As a result the trimmed goatee become an Adolf Hitler's half goatee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Senget I tell you! Thus my current clean shaven look :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When Partner says she stopped buying clothes for the son, it means she just stop showing it to me   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was preparing him for shower cum "splash the water to daddy" session, I went through Lil' D's cabinet to pick the clothes for the boy. The partner prepared 3 sets of clothes, neatly folded in lil' D's bag but somehow I don't particularly fancy those she picked. So I rummage rummage rummage and Voila! there's 4 sets of new clothes! With price tags to boot. They're 1 size too big though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the price tag was conveniently highlighted by flourescent highlighter, it must be one of those moments where she suddenly "lost" control of her body when it went on autopilot with the hands picking the shirts, the legs walk to the cashier and the fingers and wrist help with the purse and credit cards signature. Since it is beyond her control I decided not to make a fuss out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The boy is absolutely fond of ladies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to picking up Areysha he just went on an on and on making sounds and what not, when Areysha came and sat at the rear seat he suddenly went quiet. It took him a full 5 minutes before flashing those sweet little smile of his and for the next 2 plus hours he completely behave himself. He sits quietly in the baby chair, he doesn't try to get out of it and jump, he didn't call on the passersby and most amazingly he just sat in his car seat quietly and there is efforts made to get out of it.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch and right after Areysha close the car's door and make way to her office the boy cried. He cried!! I tell you. Gosh!! somebody is surely putting his best behaviour to score some maximum point with some chicks.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;  This boyyyy.....  Aiyoh!  Don't know what to say lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note&lt;br /&gt;* he did wink at the waitress, try to pull the decorative vase at nandos, try to climb to other seat, climbed the table to have a go at the forks and those nice nando's sauce bottles and crawled on the mall floor but that's just it. Very well behave, cause I can actually eat in peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**correction, not chicks its Auntie. Cause like it or not Areysha dear, you're his Aunt :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111829335477363344?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111829335477363344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111829335477363344' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111829335477363344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111829335477363344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/things-i-learned-yesterday.html' title='Things I learned yesterday'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111815199341986024</id><published>2005-06-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:53:52.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excited!</title><content type='html'>cause tomorrow we'll be a boys day out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the babysitter ask for leave and somebody got to look after the boy. Partner suggest that we take 1/2 day each while I with all great enthusiasm ask her to go to work and i'll take care of the baby on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected she's suspicious and amused at the same time cause the last time she went for a dinner and leave the boy with me, lil' D and I ends up at PJ at my Audi gang's TT. We only come back at 1 am :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she kept berrating and quizzing me what do I have planned for tomorrow? which frankly speaking, I don't have any. Just that I really look forward to spending the time with him, just the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111815199341986024?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111815199341986024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111815199341986024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111815199341986024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111815199341986024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/excited.html' title='excited!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111802286958720090</id><published>2005-06-06T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:58:26.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Part of the day</title><content type='html'>Some like it best when they just got off work, some early in the morning and some doodle doo might just say its during office hours. Well, if you so happen to have a super hot chick as your office mate then I understand otherwise..... man! you got issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is mine...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/donabah3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111802286958720090?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111802286958720090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111802286958720090' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111802286958720090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111802286958720090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/favourite-part-of-day.html' title='Favourite Part of the day'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111778686601619993</id><published>2005-06-03T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:25:03.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting!</title><content type='html'>really is a chore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the girl, waiting for the boy, waiting for your loved ones, waiting for result, wait wait wait and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow while waiting, time just move slower and you sink a little lower and your heart seems to beat a wee bit slower than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take someone at the chopping block for instance, in that milisecond from the time shiny, sharp metal make it first move downward until it reach its final destination on the block an entire lifetime pass through the doomed man's eyes. Well at least that's how the movie potrays it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it is true for someone who know their time is up while for someone who got to this near death experience by accident something like shouting "fuck! fuck! fuck!" might be closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know? Cause, yesterday I almost banged into a lorry that made an emergency brake gobsmack in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While applying the brakes and loads of other techniques in stopping the bike, the word "fuck" races out from my mouth like a gattling gun fire right until I manage to stop a mere 5 inches from the protruding rear deck of the lorry. Lucky was I as at that time my tyre and front forks are already underneath the protruding rear deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I'm waiting for something again and it is not easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111778686601619993?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111778686601619993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111778686601619993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111778686601619993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111778686601619993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111735859988523171</id><published>2005-05-29T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T08:10:28.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WON! Pt II</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/super12crusaderswaratah.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crusaders Won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won 35 -25. Though the score might show there's somewhat of a fight in actual reality its all Crusaders right until the last 10-15 minutes or so when we slacked somewhat in our defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also spell the end of Canterbury's and Crusaders' career for Dave hewett, Norm Maxwell and more importantly the great &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin Marshall&lt;/span&gt;. With Marshall will continue his playing days in Leeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The highest capped halfback in All Black history, Justin Marshall remains the most dominant force behind the scrum in the New Zealand game. His 24 Test tries are a record for New Zealand, more than doubling the next best. Marshall was lured to Canterbury where he first cracked the All Blacks on the 1995 tour of Italy and France. Marshall linked up with first five-eighths Andrew Mehrtens for the first time at provincial level that year, and they were paired together for the first time in Tests against Samoa the following season beginning a partnership that starts the season just seven games short of 50 at Test leve&lt;/span&gt;l."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profile here &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111735859988523171"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stats.allblacks.com/Profile.asp?ABID=535"&gt;http://stats.allblacks.com/Profile.asp?ABID=535&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another All Blacks veteran and great &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrew Mehrtens&lt;/span&gt; will most probably play his last game for Canterbury having featured in the last minute of the game. Dr Mehrtens (he was once affectionately called for his sublime kicking boots and skill) got relegated to the bench this year not for his lack of skill but more due to the All Blacks's coach call for exposure to youngster for the 1st five position to provide adequate cover for the veterans of Carlos Spencer and of course the great Mehrts himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Arguably the most influential player of the professional era, Andrew Mehrtens is poised to add another chapter to his glowing career after missing international selection in 2003. Mehrtens' tactical nous has been the driving force behind Canterbury, the Crusaders and the All Blacks over the last decade, while he is always dangerous on the break when the opportunity presents itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full profile here &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111735859988523171"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stats.allblacks.com/Profile.asp?ABID=606"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://stats.allblacks.com/Profile.asp?ABID=606&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 are hardly in decline but with the Blacks pressing needs for back-ups and bored of "more of the same" they have decided to call it quits with NZ's rugby scene. With Mehrts and Marshall gone it mark the last of the surviving player from the team that I first supported in 1997 and damn! I'm feeling my age! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... to the girls fear not for in Mehrts place is his understudy for many years now is Mr Dan Carter. Eventhough he demonstrated his lack of nerves in the last world cup (thus the Kiwi's call for the Coach's head for omitting Merhts from the team) and lack of composure under pressure he is one hot fav with the ladies. Well, he was voted the sexiest man in NZ for his boxers advert so its not all that bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to babe, chen, areysha, n, satine and rest of you girls go and search for the ads photo yourself! Was told by a female friend you wont be disappointed :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's to the Black and Red greats! and to the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Full report &lt;a href="http://xtramsn.co.nz/rugby/0,,12428-4420763,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**incidently Carlos Spencer will also be playing his last season in NZ rugby this season. But then since he is a Blues... who cares! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111735859988523171?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111735859988523171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111735859988523171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111735859988523171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111735859988523171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-won-pt-ii.html' title='WE WON! Pt II'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111735456739670167</id><published>2005-05-29T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T16:16:07.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrrrreat!</title><content type='html'>now a friend put a link to my blog and labelled it Michelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://chen22.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoyoyoooo.... chen! why lah? can't you just put "the cute and cuddly michelin man"? at least it'll reflect the reality better than a simple "michelin". Later people will think of me as a tyre pulak xx(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111735456739670167?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111735456739670167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111735456739670167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111735456739670167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111735456739670167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/05/grrrrrreat.html' title='grrrrrreat!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111726209680102230</id><published>2005-05-28T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T14:34:56.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's the day!  Crusaders vs Waratah</title><content type='html'>in 30 minutes time there'll be a live telecast of the final of Super 12 between the 4 times champions,  breeding ground of the All Blacks, the Great Red &amp;amp; Black of Canterbury Crusaders vs errrm.... errrm.... the other team NSW Waratah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're wondering what is Super 12, its a the Southern hemisphere premier rugby club competition where clubs from 3 countries New Zealand, Australia and South Africa compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, me off now gonna watch it live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CRUSADERSSS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111726209680102230?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111726209680102230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111726209680102230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111726209680102230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111726209680102230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/05/todays-day-crusaders-vs-waratah.html' title='Today&apos;s the day!  Crusaders vs Waratah'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111708880830123389</id><published>2005-05-26T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:12:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WON!</title><content type='html'>YEAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragged the entire clan to the tv hall. The partner and the poor 10 months old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;declare holiday for myself and my co (staffers went back home at 10am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna repaint my bike &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. andd.... if we got admitted to Champions league next season I'll belanja some of my mates lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, hopefully Canterbury Crusaders will win the Super 12 rugby and Perak will avoid the relegation from Malaysia's Super League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;We're the Champions of Europe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111708880830123389?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111708880830123389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111708880830123389' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111708880830123389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111708880830123389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-won.html' title='WE WON!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111698475083799085</id><published>2005-05-25T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:42:48.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's the night!</title><content type='html'>and the world will turn RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champions league final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vs Ac Milan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go REDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! told a friend why direct footie was boring and here's why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see a wall. a direct person would go to the wall and either smash&lt;br /&gt;through it (like everton and blackburn) or just climb above it (spurs,&lt;br /&gt;bolton and loads of other english teams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while a smarter person would go "hey! why should i waste my energy and&lt;br /&gt;climb the wall when i can just walk extra 4 feet to the left and just walk&lt;br /&gt;around it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR, say another friend, you can be chelsea and buy the bloody wall :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight though I don't care whether its direct, indirect, roundabout, zwiggly twiggly, just about whatever as long as we win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GO REDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111698475083799085?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111698475083799085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111698475083799085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111698475083799085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111698475083799085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/05/tonights-night.html' title='Tonight&apos;s the night!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111298034293705917</id><published>2005-04-09T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:34:05.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerja Malam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;@ night shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived really early to work this morning. It was before 7.00 am and it is still dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park my car, switch off the lights and I went across the street. The stall was only lighted by some candles. The streets are empty, and the various steel, mechanics and small medium industries shops and building appears rustic under this light. Very romantic in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself a Nasi goreng and put some sambal sotong in it and then procced to the counter. Most of the time it would be "&lt;i&gt;berapa kak?&lt;/i&gt; (ie. how much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kak&lt;/span&gt;? ^) and she would mumble something and I duly produce some big notes to hide the fact that I can't hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today however, it appeared that she got some time to spare. After I ask her "how much" and she mumbled the figure she then asked &lt;i&gt;"Kerja Malam ye?&lt;/i&gt;" (translation : Night shifts?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noticing my confused face she continued &lt;i&gt;"takde lah, pagi ni awal betul lepas tu semalam &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; ke adik balik kerja pukul 6 lebih? akak perasan kereta adik keluar lepas subuh masa akak tengah masak" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! ermmm.... realising that this is an industrial area and it is kinda normal for people to work double shifts and also there is no point explaining to her that i was rushing some proposal and paperwork I just proceed with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"ah! ah! Banyak kerja sikit la kak"** &lt;/i&gt; took the balance and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I crossed the street I can't help but chuckle to myself. Well, now I'm a factory worker with an Audi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks kak for making my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;^ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kak, akak, kakak&lt;/span&gt; is how we respectfully adress and older female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*translation : "No lah, just that this morning you're really early and yesterday I saw you left the office at around 6 plus in the morning. I notice your car left the building while I was preparing the food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**translation : "ah.. yes, got a bit of work to do"&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/9261033-111298034293705917?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111298034293705917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111298034293705917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111298034293705917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111298034293705917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/04/kerja-malam.html' title='Kerja Malam'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111284925036168878</id><published>2005-04-07T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:47:30.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE!</title><content type='html'>yup! another 1 just reared itself. Can see the whites coming out from his top gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bites are getting more painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111284925036168878?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111284925036168878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111284925036168878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111284925036168878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111284925036168878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/04/three.html' title='THREE!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111278250629534763</id><published>2005-04-06T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:28:14.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK KAPAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HO! HO! HO! HO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I was very very busy for the past few weeks. From a super huge mistake, to running around fixing and delivering orders, marriage of one of my bestfriend and the misfortune of having to deal with the famed Puspakom Inspection (that's the Road Transport Dept's approved vehicle inspection company). Luckily, familial matters are kept to minimum (most of the time it involve partner's side and since the parents at hometown, the siblings are "settled" so me are a OK).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So from all the hectic thing and I finally have decent enough time to logged on to my favourite forum and lo and behold there's a thread about rock and rockers. It was awfully funny and good to remember those days where rock is truly rock and underground means real underground and not the R&amp;B hip-hop underground crap nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ok.. seriously back then underground means punk, hardcore (not the freakin porn ye' dolt!) rock, trash, grunge (now dead though), speed (as in metal not the drug), black, industrial, acid, trash, sampah sarap, alkali, batu kapur, batu api and god knows what else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It aint mainstream whatsoever. Word of mouth, fanzines, flyers, college newsletters and even 7-11's community board was used as a medium in reaching the masses. These underground bands work together and tour the country (at least the Peninsular) at obscure and small venue at a chance to rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Demos we're sold through mail, gigs or some "selected" outlets and none of those your victoria station, salem power station shaite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Central Market was the hangout place, Piccadilly was the venue extraordinaire, and Jamming studios we're plenty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Scooter back then were real scooters. Lambrettas, vespa and definitely not the VS125 or the modern day scooter was the transportation of choice. Well, not forgetting the BMW (Bas Mini Wilayah ie. Mini busses) as well. And forget ye not the old family car or van as a "tour bus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One guitarist may appear in several albums, while a bassist may ends up having to be the frontman. Borrowing, guitars and effect pedals are very normal and you'll be somewhat lucky if you can get the same sound from one gig to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it was cool! a lot of hardwork and definitely a sign of your independence of doing it all on your own. Overcoming the odds to just keep rockin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well nowadays I heard the underground are R&amp;B and hiphop, doing their thang coming up with their beat etc. ermmmmm.... sorry, but something aint right. You're angry and you express it by with a hip hippity beat and samples? and ready gigs are available and fanzines? i don't know something aint right. But what do I know of nowadays underground right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Right until that Astro Programme. Something like "battle of the bands" in unearthing local talents and guess what? PAIN!!! ermmm.... I think its called something like Blast Off or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's this group called Soul Dinero. 5 guys, hip dressing, holding the mic at an angle (I'm sure he got the idea from Mas Idayu, the Dangdut Gelek Queen) and belting out ballads, R&amp;B and whatever you call it lah. Definitely not underground in my book when you're crooning on stage with 5 of your mates trying very hard not to move in unison to avoid that boyband tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then they decided to sing Usher's song, and may the lord have mercy and strike the PA system down. The lead singer can't sing, his voice breaks and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;squeaakkkk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ed at the first high note, the 2nd, 3rd singer can't harmonise the Squeakiness and all of them definitely have a voice control of a young boy entering puberty. To think that this is in the finals and they get to pick their songs is just.... WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came another group. SomethingSomething lah. Rock outfit and sang the Linkin Park song with the singer sang it at low voice and definitely 10 bars below. Ok! back then, those underground fellas can't really sing which is why they decided to just shout, or growl and use the term "throat" instead of vocals to introduce their frontman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this one really sucks! It was so bad that it aint funny. Now I know how Simon Cowel felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go, these guys was in the finals and get to perform 2-3 songs and none of the songs sounds good. Trust me, the existence of the word good in the previous sentence alone is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suppose to unearth the talent from the underground and..... wow! what a talent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice =  Zero&lt;br /&gt;harmony = zero&lt;br /&gt;music = they massacred it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is so good about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely not underground by the look of things. There's is nothing of the streetwise look, go-getter attitude and the independent spirit and it is definitely not an alternative to the mainstream. Well, an alternative to good music maybe but you can get those from a drunkard singing at the karaoke machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'm old and not in sync with matters nowadays but at least underground should means something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does this have to do with Rock Kapak? well, ermmmmm.... nothing really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111278250629534763?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111278250629534763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111278250629534763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111278250629534763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111278250629534763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/04/rock-kapak.html' title='ROCK KAPAK!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111214751596181061</id><published>2005-03-30T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T09:56:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my  Two Front Teeth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and looks like Christmas comes early for the Lil' Junior. 2 up front, lower part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The partner and I realised the 2nd one last week and he just looked so adorable with those inverse-rabbit style teeth. ehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's a problem though, nowadays he just love to bite and then shake his head at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111214751596181061?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111214751596181061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111214751596181061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111214751596181061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111214751596181061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I Want for Christmas is'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111202199671684084</id><published>2005-03-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T11:04:46.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Voicemail pls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cause i don't like em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who needs a voicemail when you got sms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So if you call me and got my voicemail pls don't leave any cause I never bother checking em. Send me an sms instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111202199671684084?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111202199671684084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111202199671684084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111202199671684084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111202199671684084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-voicemail-pls.html' title='No Voicemail pls'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111146532000448137</id><published>2005-03-22T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:49:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmmmmm.......... how interesting the term busy can vary from one person to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a govt servant, busy means skipping their all important afternoon tea at 3.30, while for a front desk lady in a private sector would mean delaying the nature's call from 9.00 am till lunch at 1.00 pm. Provided they have a very strong and hugeeeee bladder of course. But those in the industry would tell you that increase in bladder size are just some of the benefit of being in a busy customer service department. Other than the obvious 90% probability of getting married in the next 3 yrs of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;don't you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aiyoh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a brief lesson on probability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ready? Ok now, pls bear in mind that those at the front desk are usually highly presentable types and with such prominent location that they're at (front desk. nuff said.) there bound to be at least 5-10 "inquiries" from the male species (and sometimes female too) that will hit on them. Imagine that, minimum of 1800 hits a year and don't tell me with such a high hit rate you won't snag at least 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh! and I mentioned 90% probability of getting hitched in 3 yrs right? Well, the remainder of 10% are mostly either the undecided (from the 20 odds boyfriends that proposed to them) or the taken cared of (by some some rich saggy old men or some closet faggot that needs to maintain a social face")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heh! so for you ladies (or men) that worried not getting married. Go and get a job at the front desk! And if you are a man and working at the front desk...... ermmmm.... ermmmm..... what the hell you're doing there in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, I digressed wayyyyyyyy too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy for you might be no time to take the mandatory 15 minutes of sleep after the heavy briyani lunch. Maybe, you leave the office late at 5.01 instead of the normal 4.59 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you tweak the bloody clock that's why its early!)&lt;/span&gt;, or even you come to work early at 7.59 instead of the usual 8.01 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you long established to the management using the atomic clock in NY, bloomberg NYSE open bell etc that the office clock is early 1 minute thus you can get away with it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, to me busy means busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say I'm really really really busy. I just say it in different tone. When I say "busy" in a light laughing tone it means I'm busy but still can take a pee, chat on the phone as multitasking is a possibility. While If I say busy with a bit of seriousness to it, it means I'm busy and I have to come back later tonight to finish up work. And If I said I'm "busy" Flat. It means don't mess with me man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sadly this doesnt translate well in smses. So I just put there "busy" means level 2 or 3 and don't talk to me too long. But some people just don't understand. Keep on talking round and round and round and round and keep on visiting the some topics again from various angle. Darn it! Can't they sense from my tone of voice that I'm busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! your voice is wonderful but I prefer the typing of keyboard sound rather than your drooning beautiful voice explaining the theorem of black matter to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And some people love their voice so much that they conveniently jumps to another topic out of nothing! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Out of nothing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;look here bub! you have wonderful voice but to me if I didn't finish this work on time I wont have any income for the month and if you're willing to pay for my food, bills, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;son's education insurance&lt;/span&gt; then by all means blab all you want. I'll even amend my agreement with my client to include your phone calls, which will be considered as an "Act of God" thus indemnifying me from any Liquidated Damages that might come my way. I am that serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... if you think by explaining things again.... and again and again.... Pls be rest assured that I got it the first time and the subsequent explanations only seek to reinforce visions of Salma Hayek's strip dance in "Dusk till Dawn" for me. And at that moment, licking the tv screen with Salma dancing on the screen is wayyyyyyyyy more pleasureable than hearing you explain how 1 + 1 = 2 from the confucius point of view. Believe you me, the kamasutra's 6 + 9 = 69 is darn easy for me what more 1+ 1 = 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gosh!! I'm blabbing and I'm turning into those kind of person that I yak about. HORROR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111146532000448137?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111146532000448137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111146532000448137' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111146532000448137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111146532000448137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/03/busy-busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy busy'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111043413727810340</id><published>2005-03-10T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T08:53:56.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't get any easier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The past week have been crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From Friday I've been on overdrive trying to meet the client's demand and just at about the same time some other things just have to appear at or around this time as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aiyoh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can't my nephew have his birthday sometime next week? Can't the freakin PC didn't blow on Sunday? Can't the ever dependable Digital Camera went poof at some other time? and for goodness sake can't a stripper just appear in my room while I'm working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5 days of non-stop work and irregular sleep leave me sick. I got flu, and a serious bout of sneezing and there I was laying splat on the floor last night till this morning. I'm suppose to be at the office last night but I just can't drive and my eyesight really is blurry and I somewhat lost my balance. Called a friend to get a miracle flu pills but just can't drive to take it. I was just really really sick. This morning is not really better either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As sick and tired as I might have been the one that still make me feel really bad was sacking an employee. Yeap! I terminate one of my staff yesterday. In the midst of all this crazyness I just have to do it then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In my short career I've babysit quite a few companies and shut down a few operations too. With that come this unwanted job of terminating people. I've terminate quite a few over the last few years. From clerical to despatch, from blue collar workmen to white collar manager. I somewhat expect that it will get easier over time but I can tell you this, it doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Terminate, sack, fire, retrench, is more than just stopping the guy from working at your place the next day, it is practically stopping their source of income. Stopping the flow of money to their household and giving undue concern to their dependents. Let alone the ones who got the sack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With that in mind I have always find it awfully hard to do this and before I actually do it I would always look at other alternatives and any other way for this to be avoided. Failing which I have no choice but to do it. Which then comes the real hard part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I always feel that these people at least deserve an explanation and respect as such I have always been the one who do it. Not my manager, their supervisor nor anybody else. And what other way is better to get thing sorted out other than a one on one meeting? Which sadly is the worst way to go for a person like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These meeting can get emotional, highly charged and sometimes a tear fest. Each one handles it differently I guess which is why when it come to such a meeting I will at least make the next 3 hrs free. Much it is for the possibility of it going to be dragged on and on, as much as it is also for me to recover myself afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the end, watching the door closed as the staff leave the room, it doesn't get any better either. There is no feeling of relief that it is over. The waiting and dread involved in getting the meeting started is one thing.Having the heart to actually say the word "terminate" to the staff is another. The pleading, debates, or even teary Q&amp;amp;A sessions that comes after that is draining and as I watch the door close I can't help but feel sad for that fella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even after all this time, it doesn't get any easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111043413727810340?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111043413727810340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111043413727810340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111043413727810340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111043413727810340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-doesnt-get-any-easier.html' title='It doesn&apos;t get any easier'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-111015022746026731</id><published>2005-03-07T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T07:05:23.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Her Gently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was late, I'm tired and definitely sleepy. Sleep been only some 5 hours in the past 72 and the only one i have in the past 24 was the 45 minutes nap at 5.30 just now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I continue to work and didn't fall flat on my face sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash my face? coffee? do a lil' jog in the room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a song from Tenacious D instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is awfully funny and I've listened like 100 times in the last 24 hours. Honestly, I can't stop laughing each time I listen to it. If you didn't knew the lyrics it can pass as a very good acoustic rock song but once you listen to the lyrics........................... AHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my mate Bacchus for giving me this MP3. This song is from Tenacious D which is a 2 man band. JB and KG. JB for Jack Black (yes the actor from School of Rock etc) and KG er.... don't know. More on Tenacious D later but for now I have to put up this lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Fuck Her Gently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;artiste : Tenacious D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a song for the ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But fellas listen closely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't always have to fuck her hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In fact sometimes that's not right to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes you've got to make some love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And fuckin give her some smoochies too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes ya got to squeeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes you've got to say please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometime you've got to say hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna Fuck you softly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna screw you gently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna hump you sweetly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna ball you discreetly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then you say hey I bought you flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then you say wait a minute sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I got somethin in my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Could you get it out for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's fuckin teamwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whats your favorite posish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's cool with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its not my favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I'll do it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whats your favorite dish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im not gonna cook it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But ill order it from Zanzibar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I'm gonna love you completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I'll fuckin fuck you discreetly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I'll fucking bone you completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But then I'm gonna fuck you hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-111015022746026731?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/111015022746026731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=111015022746026731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111015022746026731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/111015022746026731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/03/fuck-her-gently.html' title='Fuck Her Gently'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-110991355866288000</id><published>2005-03-04T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:56:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phone Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I that got to look for a new phone I've got a dilemma. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having this P800 PDA phone. Any other less PDAish phone will not do, plus I need to use certain technology to be able to dispense off my responsibility/work effectively. And the price for these thing not really cheap either. Close to RM3 thousand or even more. Though the budget for the new hp was not specified I don't think it is ethical for me to use more than RM1500 of the company's money. So that is one issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue is the phone itself. I certainly won't go for the Nokia Communicator. Have you ever look at that thing? GOSH!!! Even me with history of HUGEEEEEE cellphone can't tolerate that. If my previous Nokia 5510 can kill a dog, the communicator can kill an Elephant and .. if you aimed properly it can take out a T-Rex as well. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ipaq &amp; O2 is kinda cool but there's no key pad and from my experience with these virtual keypad it sucks! there isn't any feel to it. and given my big huge thumb the odds of me hitting 2 buttons simultaneously is extremely high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus it leave me with the PalmOne PDA phone or Sony Ericsson P900. Definitely not the PalmOne.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; It doesn't have any bluetooth! What bollocks is that? No bluetooth?!! Its a PDA phone for god's sake? Somebody must have went to a cave to gain all these wonderful ideas and then forget to update himself on such simple tech like bluetooth. Duh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;** just check with another vendor just now and they have a built in bluetooth. My bad. In any case I test it and palm aint that great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the Sony Ericsson P900 which I found out that it doesn't do any Excel or Word where the recently updated P900i does. And since my Nokia 5510 have spoiled me with the QWERTY keyboard i just haveee to get the P900i cause it have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what's the downside? ermm..... the P900i cost some RM500 more than the basic P900 and the bigger issue is the dang phone cost twice more than my budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam mana ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-110991355866288000?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/110991355866288000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=110991355866288000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110991355866288000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110991355866288000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/03/phone-dilemma.html' title='The Phone Dilemma'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-110991181710052919</id><published>2005-03-04T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T13:20:08.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phones and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/phones.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently bought a used cellphone quite a cool one at that. A sony P800 and definitely a hugeeeee improvement over my previous phone the nokia 5510. Well I love the Nokia. It is the first Nokia with MP3, radio and definitely a QWERTY keyboard. I love it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it so much that even when it fell and cracked bad I actually took the pain of glueing its parts (casing and all) together and continue using it. Though its kinda tricky when there's no speaker cover and the odds of your ears got scratched by the uneven cracked casing is pretty high. Even when I was chased by a group of stupid dogs the phone is the one that I first grab before running for my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it is hugeee but you can throw it at a dog and be sure that it can kill one. And pls don't be stupid and throw at a group of dogs, you might hit one but the others will kill you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus there is this 1 fine day when I can't really talk on the phone anymore as it kept having this "software glitches". Thus I changed to my current Sony Ericsson P800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy oh boy! a PDA phone! YEAY!! but with a catch. I bought it second hand for a song but with no flip/keypad. Later I went to Sg Wang to buy the flip/keypad but I was told that it comes together with the casing. Agreed to it and the next I know I got a new casing but with no flip/keypad. duh! got conned by the farker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that day onwards talking on the phone has always been like a gamble. Sometimes you can hear me sometimes you don't. Just like a chipsmore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kejap ada, kejap takde"&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently the mic's busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brother/boss/partner/everything-else-in-between&lt;/span&gt; tried to call me for some urgent discussion/instruction. You see I recently undertake an extra job where time is such a hugeeeee factor. My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brother/boss/partner/everything-else-in-between&lt;/span&gt; called me a around 7 to 8 times failing to talk to me. He was sooooo irritated that he give me an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shook me, do some withdrawals from the fund and go and buy yourself a new hp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-110991181710052919?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/110991181710052919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=110991181710052919' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110991181710052919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110991181710052919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/03/phones-and-i.html' title='Phones and I'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-110983196056282505</id><published>2005-03-03T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:05:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's important decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know in life there are those really really huge decisions that you have to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the important ones like should I buy this car and looked cool or should I just take the Avanza and be boring but the depreciation won't kill me? or do I date this girl and confess my neverending love to her and be an item? or even do I whack this farker's car for obstructing my parking lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might seem to be quite an important decision but lets admit it with the exception of a psychotic-vengeful-smashed -windscreen victim all of the above item will go away within 7 years (or 9 if you silly enough to take the 9 year hire purchase lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesssss... the girl too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday...... it was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Wednesday 2 April 2005, I practically tied myself down for the next 30 years. that's right 3 decades, more than a quater of a century and god knows how many godzillions schmillions minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself a property. An apartment to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how it makes you feels. These decisions that is. Before actually commiting yourself to such a thing you'll definitely have done all the research, checkout all the places and possibilities and even revise, revise and revise your cashflow and financial positions thousands of time. However, before putting pen to paper you will still go through all the reasons why you commit yourself to such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more interesting when if it is up to you that won't be the place. You see, I'm moving to a new office right smack in the city centre and with the exception of weekdays after 12 midnight that road will always be crawling. What more with the tunnel digging right smack at the heart of the city. Yeap! That's the one. The Mother of all jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then? Why do I bought the property?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was vetoed 2-1 and according to the rules, a 2/3 majority is required in such decisions like these. The Son's babysitter is nearby and the partner recently got relocated to that side of town. Thus it leave me being the odd one out. There is no point in arguing to sway the votes either. You can't reason with a 7 months old kid (well you can but the reply would be "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Att ta ta ta tah&lt;/span&gt;" before he buries his mouth on your face and smothers it with saliva) and definitely NOT with a lady smitten by an item she fancy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Democracy sucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, it was "agreed" that it is at the right price, at the right place and provides the most convenience to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was also agreed that I would be the one who buy the place, pay for it, leave my car at the office, use my bike to work, and worst of all be tied to the bank for the next 30 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is even funnier when all the while the partner always insist that any property that we will live in will be under her name with a sound solid reasoning of should anything happen she would kick me out of HER house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyyyy.... wait seminit... from the looks of things it will be under my name, which basically means I own the house which in turn means I can't be kicked out. Instead the "kicking" power will be mine! MINE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHHAHAHAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in controlllll baby! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own the landddddddd and I AMMMMM the KING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what got me into this in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-110983196056282505?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/110983196056282505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=110983196056282505' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110983196056282505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110983196056282505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/03/lifes-important-decisions.html' title='Life&apos;s important decisions'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-110905817144463462</id><published>2005-02-22T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T15:50:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Micheal Jackson.. oh! michael jackson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hah!! poor sod. Got himself all "gang banged" with the trial and now the parents even make appearance on TV. To set the record straight they say, but me not sure that it helped though. Come on! Would it help when your mom and dad came on air and have differing opinion about you. Aiyoh!! even Mr Noodle can figure that out. Heck, Even Dorothy the pet fish would too. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmm.... that it won't help poor MJ that is. Just in case you haven't figured it out yet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, poor MJ with his troubles. From king of Pop to king of errrrrr..... errrr..... (pls fill in anything that rhymes with Pop with bad meaning here, thanks!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.. pity the poor sod from such height to lowest low. But fear not! Even with all the problems and bad press you know you're still famous and popular when you have this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/MJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found that at KLCC and just couldn't resist to snap a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-110905817144463462?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/110905817144463462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=110905817144463462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110905817144463462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110905817144463462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/02/micheal-jackson-oh-michael-jackson.html' title='Micheal Jackson.. oh! michael jackson!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-110891691011199765</id><published>2005-02-21T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:28:30.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Not Kiss Thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for thee, my knight, just drank a soya bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell of ciggy I heard of&lt;br /&gt;did not brush the teeth is pretty common&lt;br /&gt;alcohol? I can accept it too&lt;br /&gt;but Soya Bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOYA BEAN!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyohhhhhh...... Soya bean also cannot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**insert dead people emoticons here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-110891691011199765?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/110891691011199765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=110891691011199765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110891691011199765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110891691011199765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-will-not-kiss-thee.html' title='I Will Not Kiss Thee'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-110871933438069925</id><published>2005-02-18T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T17:46:50.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody crash into my baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nope! not fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some bloke decided to reverse into my car and dent my front left wheel arch and then scratch my entire front left door. Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/beforeaffter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**notice how the arc have a dent? might seem small in the pic but when you consider there's a outward kink to the wheel arc design it is pretty deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and scratch my entire left door too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/after2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of that dent my inside firing (the one to prevent water/dirt from the tyre splashed to the engine / body) was warped. Whenever I brake a lil' bit hard the tyre would scrape against and and it is darn farking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-110871933438069925?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/110871933438069925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=110871933438069925' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110871933438069925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110871933438069925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/02/somebody-crash-into-my-baby.html' title='somebody crash into my baby!'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-110871816112484557</id><published>2005-02-18T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T17:16:01.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of lunch areysha and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;It has been quite a while since our last lunch date, a good 4 months to be exact. For some reason all the previous plans never materialised. Called her yesterday and she was conveniently in a conference and the reply sms that I got was “sorry darling.. I’m attending a conference at a hotel.. :( esok ok tak?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;How on earth can you say no to someone who called you darling? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;So this morning after a flurry of activities running here and there I gave her a call and voila! I’m picking her up at her office at around 12. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;YEAY!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Today she is at her shabbiest (according to her lah). She got a black blazer/blouse with faint white vertical stripe pattern on with a matching skirt. And stripe everything. With a ponytail tied hair, and the usual gait and putting on her usual big smile some 20 metres away, she heads towards my car. Once she got in, the first thing she mentioned was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“oh! Shookme! I looked sooo shabby”&lt;/span&gt; in her sad conspiratory voice. Like that will make me let her off for being late lah. Duh! Upon sensing she’s not gonna get away with it she just apologise profusely and ends with that huge “stitch” smile. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/bobstitch2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aih! How can I argue with that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well, She might look shabby to her but to me she’s look rather “classy” and the vertical lines clothing actually make her look better. Off course there’s the issue of the newly plucked eyebrow lah. But come on! I find it ridiculous. When we’re amazed with something we’ll raise our eyebrow and women with plucked eyebrow? Well, they are in perpetual amazement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well I digress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway, remember the theory I have about those in the news industry? It is on my first post back in Oct ’04. Well, it was proven! She might looks classy but there’s something off. Not much but there’s something lah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Digressing again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Back to Areysha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Since both of us need to do some banking and got some time to spare so we drove to KLCC and have our lunch there. As usual she don’t eat, citing she’s fat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;HUH?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BLUNDSCHWEIGEN!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;If she’s fat then I’m Michelin Man on Steroid man!!! There’s no telling this girl that she need to eat to have bit more flesh. **sigh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway, it was a beautiful outing. While driving we spoke about many a thing, from silly stuff, to matters of grave concerns and even world issues. The thing I love bout talking to her is that, no matter how grave or serious the issues there will always be this tone of lightness and “cheerful” thing to it. It will always be pleasant and nice. When one is down the other will balance it out and we will always be in this ethereal, special level.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We met a few old friends too. The last one though was rather funny. There we were walking out of the bank and there’s this 2 person walking towards us and I notice somebody who seem vaguely familiar (Areysha didn’t notice cause she was busy talking to me). Once it dawn on me that it is an old friend I told Areysha &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Hey! That’s Skimpy!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Areysha have that blurred look on her and I continue to prod her and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“HEY! It is skimpy! You’ve been asking about her for quite sometime and go and say hi! GO! GO!”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me pushing her away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;While running towards Skimpy she shouted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“which one?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I shouted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“the one with the blazer”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. All  this in KLCC mind you. heheheh!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;And so she went and met Skimpy. Barely a minute pass and came Areysha with a face full of regret and irritation and this is what she said to me:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“euuuuuwwwwwww… how I regret ever doing that! Here I was terkejar-kejar saying hi to her and she treat me with indifference and say “I’m with this established firm! Are you still with that paper? Eh! I have a meeting. Later lah!” all in that voice! And when Skimpy’s friend look a bit impressed with what I do I do the stupid thing and said “it is nothing”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosh! I’m so stupid, never should have done that and should have flaunt a bit where I am now”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Funny innit, after not meeting your friend for quite sometime and you still want to compare and showing off your ranks instead of just pure open joy and be… well, friends!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;That is something that you can never say of Areysha. Here we are 11 years on and we still have that special thing intact. She once categorised me as her soulmate (whatever that is) and I for the life of me I can’t still make out what “category” she’s in. But one thing I can tell you though is that Areysha, my 11 years girlfriend is still something.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Areysha deary, I am so sorry for actually pushing you towards skimpy. I really am. But we had a good laugh about it afterwards don’t we? ;) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with Areysha, laughters is a plenty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 years&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-110871816112484557?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/110871816112484557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=110871816112484557' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110871816112484557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110871816112484557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/02/of-lunch-areysha-and-me.html' title='Of lunch areysha and me'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-110756546259720431</id><published>2005-02-05T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T09:09:50.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore, Airlines &amp; the free market</title><content type='html'>Economics and business. Two of my favourite subjects. However I didn't write that much in the blog for some rather "interesting" reasons. Among them I've discussed/write about it in some other forumn(s) and also I don't want some characters come in here and start a whole debate on it and waste my space and time. However this one I absolutely have to share. Of course I didn't include the boring proper economic stuff. But interesting nonetheles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE (Reuters) -- An Indonesia-based budget airline has dropped&lt;br /&gt;plans for flights between Indonesia and Singapore after failing to secure&lt;br /&gt;landing rights from the wealthy city-state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWAir, a unit of Malaysia's AirAsia, was last month forced to cancel its&lt;br /&gt;maiden flight to Singapore when the Civil Aviation Authority of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;(CAAS) rejected its application for landing rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The regulator said the airline had failed to file proper documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a statement on Friday, AWAir said it would shelve plans for the route,&lt;br /&gt;having waited more than two weeks after it filed the additional documents&lt;br /&gt;requested by the regulator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cancellation comes nearly two months after its first application to&lt;br /&gt;CAAS on Dec. 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are very disappointed and puzzled over the lack of response from the&lt;br /&gt;CAAS," Sendjaja Widjaja, AWAir's President Director said in a statement,&lt;br /&gt;adding that there was no indication of a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passengers who had made bookings for the route could obtain a refund from&lt;br /&gt;the airline, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CAAS spokeswoman had no immediate comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, Asia's sixth-biggest air hub, is seeking a slice of the fast-&lt;br /&gt;growing low-cost carrier market in the region and is constructing a new&lt;br /&gt;terminal dedicated to budget airlines to position itself as Southeast&lt;br /&gt;Asia's hub for short-haul flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore budget carrier Valuair also cancelled its maiden fight to&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta last year after Indonesian authorities denied it landing rights,&lt;br /&gt;forcing the airline to transfer passengers to another carrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singapore government, which controls flag carrier Singapore Airlines&lt;br /&gt;Ltd, also has equity in two budget airlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its state investment agency, Temasek Holdings, holds 19 percent of Qantas&lt;br /&gt;Airways Ltd.'s JetStar Asia and 11 percent of Tiger Airways, set up with&lt;br /&gt;the founder of Irish discount carrier Ryanair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Comment :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore's licking its own spit (on the ground no less) by doing this. HAH!! So much for "free market" champion eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9261033-110756546259720431?l=shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/feeds/110756546259720431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9261033&amp;postID=110756546259720431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110756546259720431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9261033/posts/default/110756546259720431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shookmeallnightlong.blogspot.com/2005/02/singapore-airlines-free-market.html' title='Singapore, Airlines &amp; the free market'/><author><name>shookmeallnightlong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527597510528044688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9261033.post-110730517927892172</id><published>2005-02-02T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T09:36:21.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert FR : Sting - Sacred Love World Tour - Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Sting - Sacred Love World Tour&lt;br /&gt;1 February 2005&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Stadium Putra, Bukit Jalil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this concert I can't really comment on the sound system as I was seated next to the stage this I am not qualified to do so. However from where I sat it can be assumed that is quite decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the concert. it starts around 15 minutes behind schedule. While waiting there is this weird yet funny yet disconcerting announcement that went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to the owner of car WET2149, a BMW okease gi ti the foyer to meet the Police"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody just laugh when they heard the announcement though I can't help but wonder what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while waiting I took a photo of the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/Stingstage1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As normal the "various artiste pre-concert music" was played on the sound system prior to the concert. I honestly can't point out who is the singer though. At around 15 to 9 the music was phased out and was replaced by the intro to the Sacred's love album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light dimmed and the empty instruments are now being played and there he is in full black suit and red/skin colour shoes going into the "Send your love" song. The stadium suddenly brimming with energy, he grab a bass guitar and seamlessly continue with "Message in a bottle". Without stopping a beat suddenly the music turns jazzy and the jazz-up (or down if you like) "If you love somebody set them free" was performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the trio of song he took a break and starts adressing the audience. To our amusement he starts with "Selamat Petang" before folowwed by "Apa khabar" to a huge cheer. He later continue with "Apa khabar semua?" with rather "believable" accent and later said he need to say this right and utterred the word "Malaysia Boleh". AHAHHAHAHA!!!! that's hilarious! the promoter must have hijack his PR person and ask him to say "Malaysia Boleh" at a concert. So not "suitable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he mentioned that it has been 9 years since he last here in KL and feels good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then grab an acoustic guitar and starts to sing "dead man's rope" before going to a more upbeat "Brand New day", "Shape of my Heart" and the surprisingly energetic "Englishman in New York". In all this Sting's jazzy tendency which sometimes appear but kept in check in his album was, for better or worse, unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The were variations, improvisations and the band work so well together that the raw and playful energy was evident. It is clear that most of the band members have some jazzy influence in one part or another. The most evident is the drummer where his kit are place rather different than the normal set-up that you see. The back-up singers were also lively and add to the entire presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then pick up a clasical/spanish guitar and slow things down with "fragile" before going to my favourite "Fields of gold". A bit later he sang "Whenever I say your name". The female duet part sang by Mary J blige in the album was taken over by one of the back-up singer by the name of Joy Rose. Believe you me, there is nothing lacking in her delivery and they even went for an extended ending when she belt out at the top of her lung, demonstrating her unusual vocal range from the highest up to the lowest low. She actually took centre stage at that moment. Also it is obvious the musician in Sting actually enjoys just playing the instruments and let others take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much what happened the rest of the night. Refreshing, energetic and beautiful arrangement of songs was performed admirably and you do feel that for Sting the performance it is not about him only but the whole band too. He will changed his instruments from the bass, to spanish guitar, to electric, to acoustic according to the need of the song. A true musician this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first break came after some 14 song or about 1 hr plus into the show. There are no gimmick of ending the show and no drama. As smooth as he appear the first time, he appeared the 2nd time in the same way, and intro music being played and out come "Desert Rose", "If I ever lose my faith in you" and the crowd favourite "Every breath you take". Though the wonderful voice of Cheb Mami is missing in Desert Rose, the energy and the multi-layered beautiful arrangement more than make up for it. While "Every breath" just got the crowd wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for another break and when he come back it is for the last time when he play the electric guitar and sang "a thousand years". It was around 10.50pm then, a good full 2 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it is a solid performance and a thoroughly enjoyable night. Though I get the feeling that he is capable of delivering a hell lot more. Well, maybe we'll have to wait for his full jazz jamming session with no time restriction for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Stars :  4 1/2 out of 5&lt;/span&gt; (the 1/2 star short to 5 is because I'm not sitting right in front of the stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the full list of songs for the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Send your love&lt;br /&gt;2. Message in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;3. If you love somebody set them free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dead man's Rope&lt;br /&gt;5. Brand new day&lt;br /&gt;6. Shape of my hear&lt;br /&gt;7. Englishman in New York&lt;br /&gt;8. Fragile - He plays Spanish guitar&lt;br /&gt;9. Fields of Gold&lt;br /&gt;10. Sacred Lov&lt;br /&gt;11. Whenever I say your name - duet with back up singer Joy Rose&lt;br /&gt;12. Every little thing she does is magic&lt;br /&gt;13. Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;14. Roxxanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Desert Rose&lt;br /&gt;17. If I ever lose my faith in you&lt;br /&gt;18. Every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(non-sop in between song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A thousands years - playing electric guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/Stingstagepost2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in close-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/Stingstagepost4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Binocular? Watching F1 ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/shookmeallnightlong/Stingbinocular.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** note : Initially I sat next to this 2 old couple went on a double date. I have the feeling that one couple is playing cupid to the other. I later moved farther a lil' bit as it is increasingly difficult for me to stop from laughing everytime i notice one of the guys using the bino. Like want to watch birds only lah. 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