<?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-6675955112813895951</id><updated>2012-02-20T07:01:50.970+08:00</updated><category term='My Sketches'/><category term='Words onli'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='kawa-ii home sketches'/><title type='text'>life.like.movie</title><subtitle type='html'>i will make this blog a better one</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-850439068432727077</id><published>2012-02-19T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T23:49:27.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the PEAR from Belgium!</title><content type='html'>today i went to the mini market initially to buy some apples. Today there was this girl at the store, and she was there promoting the newly arrived Pear. From the short conversation i had with her, i realize that the way i speak, is really no fun at all...the conversation goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:1.25em;line-height:1.3em; font-style:italic; color:#000000; padding: 10px 0px; border-top: thin dashed #000;margin-right:20px;"&gt;# Promoter: Hello Sir! Do you wanna try this newly arrived Pear from Belgium? Is very nice! (while shoving to me a bunch of cut pears. I took a piece, and i put in my mouth and chewed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Me: Hmm....quite ok wor...just now you said what? from belgium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Promoter: yes right! do you wanna take one? you could store this in the fridge and it could last for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Me: Alright...i'll take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Promoter: let me find one that is more fresh for you...nah! this is better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Me: okay thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i walked away from the place. i did not even looked into her face and eyes and i don't even remember how she looks like. Lesson learnt: Always look into people and the product, don't only focus on the product. The human element is important too!Then, there is this way below i think i should have said to make the conversation more interesting. Well, next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:1.25em;line-height:1.3em; font-style:italic; color:#000000; padding: 10px 0px; border-top: thin dashed #000;margin-right:20px;"&gt;# Promoter: Hello Sir! Do you wanna try this newly arrived Pear from Belgium? Is very nice! (while shoving to me a bunch of cut pears. I took a piece, and i put in my mouth and chewed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Me option 1: Hmm....what should i say...taste like Belgium! hahhahaha! BTW, mind you explain to me where the hell is this Belgium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Me option 2: How come i didn't saw you before? How come nobody come and promote to me these apples i am going to buy? you know, these apples are from America! How i wish you could be here every time i buy the apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Me option 3: Look, i'll still buy this even if you say they are from planet Mars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Me option 4: Hello Leng lui, Do you wanna try this newly arrived apples from America? It's further away than Belgium and is also very nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Promoter: yes right! do you wanna take one? you could store this in the fridge and it could last for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Me option 1: You know what? 3 weeks is just too long. i wish it could only last a day, so i could come back and buy from you again tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Me option 2: the freshest pears will be me and you plucking them in Belgium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-850439068432727077?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/850439068432727077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2012/02/pear-from-belgium.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/850439068432727077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/850439068432727077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2012/02/pear-from-belgium.html' title='the PEAR from Belgium!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-102819058924821055</id><published>2012-02-13T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T19:29:31.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no, i am a human...</title><content type='html'>"Hello, welcome to MAXIS! For English, press 1, for Malay, press 2, to SPEAK to our customer representative, press 0."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So i pressed "0"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"---Hello---good---morning---how---may---i---help---you---?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Me: Err,...is this a computer?!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"---No---i---am---a---human---"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Me: LMAO~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-102819058924821055?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/102819058924821055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-i-am-human.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/102819058924821055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/102819058924821055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-i-am-human.html' title='no, i am a human...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-8634521516133422167</id><published>2011-12-31T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:55:11.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>fuCK the umbrellas, you don't need it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DgHIIWN-okk/Tv3ihtCB0xI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZZ5HTFzDveE/s800/fuck.the.umbrellas.you.don.need.it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i1I5GkXzftE/Tv3ihh4Gr6I/AAAAAAAAAbI/R56Q5tQphmI/s800/fuck.the.umbrellas.small.jpg" alt="fuck the umbrella, you don't need it" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this scene, if taken using 5DMarkII, will be great.Any models wanna volunteer out there?3 couples, 2 cars, 2 umbrellas, a road, and most importantly...RAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-8634521516133422167?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8634521516133422167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-umbrellas-you-dont-need-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8634521516133422167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8634521516133422167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-umbrellas-you-dont-need-it.html' title='fuCK the umbrellas, you don&apos;t need it!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i1I5GkXzftE/Tv3ihh4Gr6I/AAAAAAAAAbI/R56Q5tQphmI/s72-c/fuck.the.umbrellas.small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-6558090474511304630</id><published>2011-12-11T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:03:40.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>jacky cheung advise 2011.12.10</title><content type='html'>Somewhere in the middle of the concert, he mentioned about his continual success and able to last for 30 years as a singer, isn't an easy task. He said, in actual, he has continued to put in a lot of effort all these while. And when you listen to him live, only then you'll know what is the true meaning of giving out your best in doing something. We have to adopt this jacky cheung perspective in whatever we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the way he sang, must put in the whole heart. And continue to put relentless effort to make things better. Of coz he is paid a few millions for that, but think this, isn't he already got the few millions 10 years back? Or even 20 years ago? If you got a few millions today, can you still guarantee that you will still work as hard tomorrow? and still have the heart to chase your passion for the next 20 years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-6558090474511304630?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6558090474511304630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/12/jacky-cheung-advise-20111210.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/6558090474511304630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/6558090474511304630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/12/jacky-cheung-advise-20111210.html' title='jacky cheung advise 2011.12.10'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-5676296121223183293</id><published>2011-11-28T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:46:04.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>Jamoica almond fudge, why?</title><content type='html'>why? why? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't you wait for me, jamoica almond fudge? you know, i have traveled so far just to have a glimpse of you, to have saved for a month just for this night with you, to have braved through the rain just to arrive at your pink doorstep, only to be greeted by all your friends, without you there. Your mum told me that you're out of stock since yesterday. Your sister, jamoica, is just not good enough, coz she doesn't have the nuts..., and i mean almond nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? why don't you wait for me? haven't i been loyal enough? from the land of the sands to the bolehland, have i ever ever cheated on you? from 0.7BD to 7.50RM, i still do love you, but why gave up on me? no matter what happens, i will be RIGHT HERE WAITING, NOW AND FOREVER, UNTIL THE OCEAN DOESN'T TOUCH THE SAND...JAMOICA ALMOND FUDGE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-5676296121223183293?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5676296121223183293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/11/jamoica-almond-fudge-why.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/5676296121223183293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/5676296121223183293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/11/jamoica-almond-fudge-why.html' title='Jamoica almond fudge, why?'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-1450723595529453738</id><published>2011-11-02T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:30:31.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>kim nyit nga pen yiu zhar gau ngai...</title><content type='html'>kim nyit, yiu tiau soh hai kha lau, cong heh zhar gau ngai, khong gee yiu dor li hoi, yiu dor chat geng, khong ngai sok for shi hau chat lin char. Ngai ciu tiao gau gee, ham gee kon den loi, tian kong nyit ngm hao ngan hung kon ngai yit tiao shui lam sam chak foh shi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kong ciu kong, ngai kok tet fuk chiu nyin hao chat lin si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ke chak lin shi chai...&lt;br /&gt;zhin heh oi tiao gau gee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-1450723595529453738?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1450723595529453738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/11/kim-nyit-nga-pen-yiu-char-gau-ngai.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1450723595529453738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1450723595529453738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/11/kim-nyit-nga-pen-yiu-char-gau-ngai.html' title='kim nyit nga pen yiu zhar gau ngai...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-2433838080317785448</id><published>2011-10-14T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:11:43.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>the day of buying a pen, wrapping it, and giving back to myself...</title><content type='html'>2011.10.13&lt;br /&gt;the day that i bought a pen for myself.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all that have chipped in the money.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what tomorrow will bring, but with hope and belief, going forward.&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone that has taught me in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;my 4 and 1/2 year show in kjeng has ended.&lt;br /&gt;time for a new show.&lt;br /&gt;the show is starting in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;1...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ACTION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-2433838080317785448?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2433838080317785448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-of-buying-pen-wrapping-it-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2433838080317785448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2433838080317785448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-of-buying-pen-wrapping-it-and.html' title='the day of buying a pen, wrapping it, and giving back to myself...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-1081912076339649047</id><published>2011-08-21T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T15:17:49.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>life is like a box of chocolates!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched "Forrest Gump"?&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't, go watch it. Now. I don't care if you go download legally or illegally, youtube or whatever, just go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is this one sentence Forrest Gump (Tom hanks) says which is always puzzling me. He says "Life is like a box of chocolates". Unable to understand for a few years, and never really took the trouble to look for the answer. But today, i don't know why. A sudden blink in the braincell, and i got the idea of asking in &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/"&gt;"Yahoo answers"&lt;/a&gt;. In 20 minutes, I got 8 replies already! So fucking damn fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the replies are shown below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally understand it now. By the way, chocolates in Malaysia are so so so BORING! All is the same flavour...and is different than the rest of the world. Coz THIS...is BolehLAnd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Questions i ask :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is like a box of chocolate. What does this really means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And how to relate it with chocolate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I saw the Forrest Gump, a very nice movie...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Answers i got :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;☠ Brick walls mouth off to me ☠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You never know what youre gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;26 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bobby Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Uhhhh Ive Heard That Lots Of Times........They Even Say That In Movies&lt;br /&gt;26 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel Leigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;it means you don't have a Destiney and you never know what your going to get&lt;br /&gt;26 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KitKat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some boxes of chocolate, there are many different flavors. If you pick a random one, you dont know what your gonna get:)&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;french toast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally (and maybe still, if it's decorated classically) boxes of chocolate were just that; a most likely red box would be opened and there would be an assortment of chocolates, unlabeled, so maybe you'll grab one that's milk chocolate or dark chocolate or caramel filled etc. So basically a lot in life is unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Source(s):&lt;br /&gt;Was this a serious question?&lt;br /&gt;22 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inq&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean he SAYS "you never know whatcha gonna get" but that aside I always thought it meant "Everything looks the same until you bite into it and find a surprise" sort of "don't judge a book by it's cover" quote. It can mean anything people bend it into though.&lt;br /&gt;21 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I suck at usernames&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a box of chocolate...you never know what you are going to get.&lt;br /&gt;There are some chocolate boxes with many chocolates and they all look the same but when you eat them you sometimes get marshmallow, jelly, caramel, hazelnut or just plain chocolate. And most of the time, you didn't expect it. This would happen to me, I would always want the chocolaty plain ones but ended up with the yucky hard coconut ones. That is how its relevant. Nowadays most chocolate brands have pictures and labels showing which is which and the ingredients inside them.&lt;br /&gt;Edited 11 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THAT guy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It basically means you make blind decisions in life without really knowing the outcome. You choose a chocolate from the box, you don't know what's on the inside of it. You make a decision in life, and even though it was your choice, you really don't know what it will lead to.&lt;br /&gt;11 minutes ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-1081912076339649047?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1081912076339649047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1081912076339649047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1081912076339649047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html' title='life is like a box of chocolates!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-6976562733749142603</id><published>2011-08-18T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:14:08.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>don't call me today</title><content type='html'>If you're calling me on the phone today, and is puzzled why i did not picked up the phone even though the ringtone has lasted like forever, don't be mad. Reason is simple. I left my phone back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is good. PEACEFUL is the best word to describe it. Don't you think that we sometimes were simply over-connected? Facebook lar, twitter lar, email lar, iphone lar, msn lar, skype lar, and many many other lar. Which comes to the question of really how did the people 100 years before today used to call each other. The best was the fixed public phone which only available scarcely in the big towns. The other was the snail mail. And looking back, i don't think people those days are feeling unable to connect to each other. In fact i think people really connect on a much deeper level those days. Well, at least they don't text each other even though that person is sitting right beside you. They'll really have a conversation, face to face. And they laugh, they smile in real-time, not like this :) or like this :&gt; or like this :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-6976562733749142603?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6976562733749142603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-call-me-today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/6976562733749142603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/6976562733749142603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-call-me-today.html' title='don&apos;t call me today'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-10021650142228446</id><published>2011-08-03T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:19:28.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>the 3 steps towards happiness and wealth</title><content type='html'>today about a few hours ago, me and my housemates were having dinner over the table. And this housemate of mine, let's say "F", said he heard his colleague told him this a while ago. So this colleague of "F" who happens to go to some sort of motivational class / course by this one guru, shares with "F" what he learnt. Of all he learnt, it could be summarized into only 3 steps. Once he says this, i was thinking that if this thing really works, then there is no need for us to buy those motivational books with 1 to 2 inches thick, some even thousands of pages...with those small small fonts! If this thing really works...NO, it can't be true! But What The Hell! What is there to lose to know what he has to say? Becoming impatient, i told "F" to spit it out right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1&lt;br /&gt;You must LAUGH every day, any occasion, any chance that you have that you could find in your daily lives. JusT LAUGH! :) you see your mother, you laugh! you see your father you laugh! you see your girlfriend, you laugh! you see your enemy you laugh! you see the car you laugh! you see the cat, you laugh! you see the dog you laugh! you see the bird, you laugh too! Even if you see the "hamdai" also you laugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2&lt;br /&gt;You must make sure that you live in a super clean and orderly environment. Keep your table, workstation, your bed, your room and even yourself clean, at all times! When he said that, i was already thinking about the fact that i haven't mopped the floor in my room for weeks! EEEKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3&lt;br /&gt;You must treat yourself damn fucking good. "F" said our body is something that is closest to us, and if we treat her as rubbish, rubbish will come out, if we treat the body good, it will also produce good results! In other words, spend on yourself! Eat good food like those bird nest, wear only LV or PRADA or HERMES or BURBERRY. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the conversation the first thing i did was to do Step 2. Right after cleaning my room for about an hour, i do really feel damn fucking good. I don't know why, it just felt right. So from here i deduced that i must continue to list down and to do anything that will make me feel good after doing it. I remembered swimming was one of it. So that counts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the Step 1, i think i just have to work on it more. Step 3 is EASY....i'll just "loooook" my credit card and it will be done before i even realize it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, any takers out there who wanna try this 3 steps? Wanna become the white mouse? Come! when you are practicing Step 3, count me in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-10021650142228446?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/10021650142228446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/08/3-steps-towards-happiness-and-wealth.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/10021650142228446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/10021650142228446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/08/3-steps-towards-happiness-and-wealth.html' title='the 3 steps towards happiness and wealth'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-2915059789331879531</id><published>2011-07-29T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T01:05:57.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>don't turn off the TV halfway through...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experienced this situation where this friend of yours said that he/she wants to tell you something, and with great eagerness, you suddenly prepare yourself. You hear drums rolling in the background inside your head, your ear hole unconsciously grew larger in diameter, just to make sure that you won't miss a word of what that fucker is going to say. Then, he says: "No larrr....i think i better not tell you this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;W.T.F.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS...is EXACTLY the same as to turn off the TV halfway through the movie climax, where the scenes are already so "gan-jeong" and you were curiously waiting for the next scene to see what will happen to the storyline, and SUDDENLY it comes out this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"TO BE CONTINUED..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If anyone is doing this to you, get ready your finger...the middle one of coz, and you'll know what to do with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-2915059789331879531?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2915059789331879531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-turn-off-tv-halfway-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2915059789331879531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2915059789331879531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-turn-off-tv-halfway-through.html' title='don&apos;t turn off the TV halfway through...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-2878902038284334197</id><published>2011-06-25T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:04:17.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>UNCLE! Prawn Crackers?</title><content type='html'>This post is my attempt of writing just for the sake of writing, means whatever comes to my mind i just wrote it down, one of the reason is i have long been hiatus in this blog of mine for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days back, i went to have a dinner ALONE by this chinese restaurant called "Full Moon Restaurant". This name is quite special, but for a moment i really thought that you can have the view of the full moon by sitting on the corridor of the restaurant. But instead of a full moon greeting me that night, a small young girl greeted me, with both her hands carrying ten to twenty bags of prawn crackers. She said "UNCLE, oui sik har peang mou?". Without even looking into her face, i shook my head sideways...i gesture with my hand to her (not the middle finger luckily, but i really had the sudden urge to do it while thinking back of the incident). "Nope, thanks!" And so she left, searching for another UNCLE in the next table i suppose. For as long as remember i was feeling down for the whole night, and maybe i didn't finish the "ku lou yuk fan" = "tomato sauce fried pork rice" that i order, or did i? Can't really recall. So what the hell is happening here? It's that word...the most dreaded word i have started hearing these days. The same word that i used to call others when i was still a kid running down the street, or when i go buy sweets at the grocery shop and asked the taukeh how was his business that day, or when i asked the ice cream seller on the honda c70 bike give me an extra scoop of jagung. Those were the times where fire crackers were still legal to be played with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe my ears now that what i used to call people, are being used on me. So the conclusion is "whatever goes around, comes around" is true. You treat people nice, you get nice treatment later, if you treat people like an asshole now, your asshole gonna be really really loose sometime in the future...so simple is the idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are still wearing pampers they will call you "be-be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are still wearing a short pants playing guli with your gang, those UNCLE call you "sai lou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lepak in the bus stop near the school, those teachers call you "Leng-Chai" (this is really my fav part!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you graduated and go to work as a newbie, colleagues call me Sam Chai while other people still call me lengchai now and then...still very syiok the feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a few years of working and your hairline goes higher and higher, they removed the "chai" and replace it with "Kor"...it becomes "Sam Kor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking at the current progress, it will maybe change to UNCLE Sam very very soon. And later will be Sam Yeh, or the Armageddon day will be the day when i hear people calling me "Sam Pak" or the double Armageddon would be "Sam Gong"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore~~~ help me ! help !!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceebai, i wish i could stop the time and remain as Sam Chai forever. Now i know why the Chinese Emperor send his troop to Japan in search of the "Elixir of Youth", not really becoz he don't have enough time to conquer the whole world, but is actually becoz he really can't stand his friends calling him "UNCLE" behind his back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he couldn't find the elixir, but if i were him, i could actually go to Korea and find the SNSD of those times where each of the leng lui will forever refer to me as "OPPAAAhhhhh~~~~~~~~" - and in a very very sexy voice ~~~~ "OPPAAAhhhhh~~~~~~~~"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what the fuck is happening to my brain lately.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-2878902038284334197?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2878902038284334197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-post-is-my-attempt-of-writing-just.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2878902038284334197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2878902038284334197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-post-is-my-attempt-of-writing-just.html' title='UNCLE! Prawn Crackers?'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-3837340386963788523</id><published>2011-05-19T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T02:11:47.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>Michael taught me something valuable...today</title><content type='html'>I found out yesterday that i am the kind of person who is emotionless. I cannot really appreciate and recognise love from others, or even love or express love towards others. i am a very self centered person in terms of love. all i think of is me, me and me!!! That is the only conclusion i could arrive at, after noticing myself unable to even drip a drop of tears after hearing the sad news from his sister. Tonight is still the same. I saw Michael laying there, motionless, and still people around me were crying uncontrollably, and i still am holding up. What is the matter with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion i made: &lt;br /&gt;All this while, i have been on the receiving end of the friendship with Michael, never the giver. Never even cared to give a birthday present, never even make time for a visit once in a while, never never never! Why? Becoz all i think is me, me and me!!! And i took everything for granted, that everything will last forever, everything will be there waiting for me...which is so damn wrong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i am gonna do:&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, i will really use my heart, to be the giver, to be working on any relationship, and not just let it slip by like this, only to regret when it is too late. I am gonna express openly of what i think to the people that matters most to me, do what i really wanna do, and i won't give a damn to what other people think of me. Life is just too short for me not to learn this lesson. Thanks for the lesson Michael. You'll always be my brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-3837340386963788523?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3837340386963788523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/05/michael-taught-me-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3837340386963788523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3837340386963788523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/05/michael-taught-me-something.html' title='Michael taught me something valuable...today'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-7217523141649012317</id><published>2011-04-05T22:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:44:25.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>tiada lagi~~~ tiadA LaGi~~~</title><content type='html'>Got a call in the middle of the night at 10pm from a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr S: Wanna come out or not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You still haven't recovered?&lt;br /&gt;Mr S: Just come, I'm at Sunway Giza&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's already the *third week already, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, half an hour later, i was with him on that small round table, him having a Starker beer on his hand, me having a hot Tea on my hand...he drinks, i drinks, the two singer performing live in front was really good...especially the girl singer...and she sang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Tiada lagi yang kuharapkan~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Tiada lagi yang kuimpikan~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Biar aku sendiri tanpa dirimu~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tiada lagi kata cintaku~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Takkan lagi ku bersamamu~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Biar kusimpan semua~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kenanganku bersamamu~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a nice song and voice of hers, I said.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr S said: The songs said it all that is in my heart right now! Let's go sing K! I looked at my watch. 11pm. Looked up and saw his sad face. "OK! Let's do it!" I remembered myself saying that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[12 am] :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Tiada lagi yang kuharapkan~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Tiada lagi yang kuimpikan~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Biar aku sendiri tanpa dirimu~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tiada lagi kata cintaku~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Takkan lagi ku bersamamu~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Biar kusimpan semua~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kenanganku bersamamu~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[1 am] :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm not your superwoman...oh no no no!!!~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;and think that everything is okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Boy I am only human...I'm only human!!!~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;This girl needs more than occasional hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;as a token of love from you to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My voice was as course as the sandpaper after that fucking superwoman duet with my friend...that was the ending song for the karaoke session...he seems to be happy again...at least for that instance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s: *This is week 3 after he got flied by his girlfriend. The 1st and 2nd outing at week no. 1 and no. 2, was still *manageable*...i am pretty sure there won't be a need for week no. 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;END OF POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-7217523141649012317?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7217523141649012317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/04/tiada-lagi-tiada-lagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7217523141649012317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7217523141649012317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/04/tiada-lagi-tiada-lagi.html' title='tiada lagi~~~ tiadA LaGi~~~'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-5673067088374612420</id><published>2011-03-29T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:55:15.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawa-ii home sketches'/><title type='text'>home.kawaai - room color selection</title><content type='html'>Having to move soon, new room. But the color looks dull. So i thought, what the heck, i'll just paint myself this time around. With paint as cheap as RM 1 per litre, there is no reason NOT to do it. Thanks to KANSAI paint + PAR paint. (Note: This is not a sponsored blogpost!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is color selection version no. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TZH9M0DlyLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/iIZ4NsQasog/s800/home.kawaai.myroom.color.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TZH9M0DlyLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/iIZ4NsQasog/s800/home.kawaai.myroom.color.01.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a toilet the longer i see it, so i switch design to version 2.&lt;br /&gt;Version 2 seems to be a bit nicer i think, but too bad, paint not enough. Gotta do some site modifications. Hope no disaster. Damn tired now coz yesterday paint until 12am. Tomorrow finish the remaining hopefully...now i really know that painting is not as easy as it seems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TZH9LjX9MVI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YkRT2dZjUII/s800/home.kawaai.myroom.color.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TZH9LjX9MVI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YkRT2dZjUII/s800/home.kawaai.myroom.color.02.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Thanks again to my housemate who works in KANSAI paint + PAR paint, without you, this surely won't be happening. Is the cheapest and best paint I have ever bought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-5673067088374612420?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5673067088374612420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/homekawaai-room-color-selection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/5673067088374612420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/5673067088374612420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/homekawaai-room-color-selection.html' title='home.kawaai - room color selection'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TZH9M0DlyLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/iIZ4NsQasog/s72-c/home.kawaai.myroom.color.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-1165831008185566709</id><published>2011-03-28T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T09:44:35.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>why no water? why~ why~ why?!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried to brush your teeth, wash your face, and shave at the washroom at your workplace, instead of doing it at home? I had tried mine today. Woke up, open tap no water, go back room, change clothes, off i go towards the lift and car park, with bad breath from the mouth, and unshaved mustache...so fucking gross! No water to drink even...nabeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now beside me is the Oral-B toothbrush, Fresh and White toothpaste and the Gillette razor packed in a plastic bag, and I am writing using my laptop at my workplace to vent the anger inside me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-1165831008185566709?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1165831008185566709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-no-water-why-why-why.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1165831008185566709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1165831008185566709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-no-water-why-why-why.html' title='why no water? why~ why~ why?!!!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-1287785946649226670</id><published>2011-03-21T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:41:53.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>my idea no 1 for apple apps: SnailMail</title><content type='html'>What is the difference between the olden days and now in terms of communication? People used to be sending each other snail mails. In the current days of so high tech-world that i live in now, people use sms lar, email lar, facebook lar, twitter lar, and even now the "what's up" thingy and even the new "pingChat" shown to me by one of my buddy the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that the current way of communication is way way faster(instant actually...) than those snail mails, but there is something that is still missing that is present in the low tech snail mail. Something is there in those snail mails that cannot be said, expressed, but it is there. And what the fuck is that that matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's inside the word snail, which means slow and this converts to the meaning: you have to wait the other person to reply your mail, and then wait and wait and wait again for the mail to be sent by the postman or fed-ex guy through the skies and the sea and the vast land, only then reach into your mailbox. Which means one more thing: you got lots of time to guess what the other person is writing, what is the content etc etc. You mind start to imagine things that may happen, or may not happen, you start to imagine some silly things going on the other side of the world, you start to count on your calender how many days has passed since you mailed yours, and whether it has arrived or not...and all sorts of thoughts that can make you sleepless start to kick in, causing you to have panda eyes now and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which converge to one more conclusion: That the "waiting" time is actually the most interesting part of the communication, because it makes you "wondering and guessing in the air" what the fuck is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: If i could just create an application that can send a message to the other sender, and it will LET THE OTHER SIDE KNOW that i have sent him / her a message, BUT the message can only be read on certain date or time of the year and thereafter. That means the receiver will have to wait for the stipulated time, before she knows of the content inside the mail. It would be so fucking interesting~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;examples of how this is gonna be used:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; you wish a person happy birthday 2 weeks beforehand...&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; you have done something that makes him/her angry, so angry that you'll get killed right away if you tell now, and you don't have to courage to tell right now, you send the mail now, and by the time she sees your mail, you're already out of danger zone.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; i ran out of idea for the moment...give me some!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-1287785946649226670?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1287785946649226670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-idea-no-1-for-apple-apps-snailmail.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1287785946649226670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1287785946649226670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-idea-no-1-for-apple-apps-snailmail.html' title='my idea no 1 for apple apps: SnailMail'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-8754575603147474813</id><published>2011-03-12T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T12:54:24.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>TSUNAMi &gt; iF it's TOO LatE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TXr5Ok-lTjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qQxiQzqjEu4/s800/if.its.too.late.color.small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TXr5Ok-lTjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qQxiQzqjEu4/s800/if.its.too.late.color.small.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunami just happened yesterday in Japan. Seems to be scary.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether this kinda thing will happen in Malaysia or not. Nobody can guarantee that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky ones are able to know early and escape.&lt;br /&gt;But I believe many only realize it when it is happening in front of their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TXr5PTNZDmI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wBT6KrR_8FA/s800/if.its.too.late.color.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TXr5PTNZDmI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wBT6KrR_8FA/s800/if.its.too.late.color.02.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is too late, and you know it is REALLY too late to RUN, then the only way is to face it bravely...get hold of all your closest, go to the centre of the road...look up the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: deepest condolences to all the victims...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-8754575603147474813?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8754575603147474813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/tsunami-if-its-too-late.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8754575603147474813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8754575603147474813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/tsunami-if-its-too-late.html' title='TSUNAMi &gt; iF it&apos;s TOO LatE...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TXr5Ok-lTjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qQxiQzqjEu4/s72-c/if.its.too.late.color.small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-7777414148858888323</id><published>2011-03-06T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:29:31.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>Whai i learnt from "The Truman Show"</title><content type='html'>Just 30 minutes before I started to write this post, i had just finished watching the movie "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Truman_Show"&gt;The Truman Show&lt;/a&gt;", one of my favorites from Jim Carrey. There are many memorable scenes from the movie, but the one that really inspires me is the scene where he braved the storm and head towards his dream of getting to Fiji, the place where he believed he could find Sylvia, where he could be a freeman, out from his controlled world. And the bastard director Cristof said one thing that i think is very true : "We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why sometimes when we were too immersed into something, we thought that is the only world that we have, because that is the only world that we see. But actually, things might be totally different out there! And it is worth to explore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said, it is time to get to my ship, and sail off tonight! Arr...in case i don't see you, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING AND GOOD NIGHT! SMILE :) BOW FOR THANKS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-7777414148858888323?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7777414148858888323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/whai-i-learnt-from-truman-show.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7777414148858888323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7777414148858888323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/whai-i-learnt-from-truman-show.html' title='Whai i learnt from &quot;The Truman Show&quot;'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-8515674946459733461</id><published>2011-02-27T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:48:53.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>The home-feeL dish: TauFoo prawns</title><content type='html'>This recipe is superbly nice. The one dish that can give you the feel that you are back home, reaLLY back home. Sometimes I feel like i have wandered too far, and back home is where i want to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna try? Here's the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tofu(white)10 pcs standard small ones, cubed to 1/4" x 1/2" x 1/4".&lt;br /&gt;2. One bunch of small prawns.&lt;br /&gt;3. A little of pork, thinly sliced.&lt;br /&gt;4. Garlic and Onions chopped and grated.&lt;br /&gt;5. Coriander leaves.&lt;br /&gt;6. Scallion / "chung".&lt;br /&gt;7. Salt&lt;br /&gt;8. Tapioca starch a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Peel off the skin for all the prawns, then set aside for use later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat some oil in the wok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stir fry the garlic and onion mixture first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Then put in the sliced pork. (You could skip putting pork if you want, is just a matter of preference).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Then put in the prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stir fry until everything is starting to get changed color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dump in the taufoo. Stir fry it, but be a bit careful not to smash the taufoo too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Put in the salt, a little bit of ajinomoto, and water so it floods it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Close the lid so that it steams the tofu a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One pinch of tapioca flour and mix with a bit water to create the thickened liquid. Open the lid and pour over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Put in the coriander leaves and the "chung".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Stir a bit, then quickly serve on a nice enclosed container / plate. Voila!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-8515674946459733461?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8515674946459733461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/02/home-feel-dish-taufoo-prawns.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8515674946459733461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8515674946459733461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/02/home-feel-dish-taufoo-prawns.html' title='The home-feeL dish: TauFoo prawns'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-4963734470522165081</id><published>2011-02-12T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T16:00:38.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawa-ii home sketches'/><title type='text'>home kawa-ii ideas and concept - window sill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TVY5DnWyguI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1hdxq-G1Ugo/s800/home.kawaai.window.sill.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TVY5DnWyguI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1hdxq-G1Ugo/s800/home.kawaai.window.sill.02.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concept:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wooden table just beside the window opening.&lt;br /&gt;2. Morning sunshine ray shining through, can see the glare from the side...with some dreamy effect.&lt;br /&gt;3. Place to have tea and eat together for family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kung-fu chairs maybe.&lt;br /&gt;5. Under the window sill, should have some downlight, for creating the shadow effect, especially at night.&lt;br /&gt;6. The window must be a bit well ventilated, so you can feel the light breeze blowing to your face, while you enjoy sipping the cup of oo-long tea...&lt;br /&gt;7. If you have been to "sakae sushi" outlet, you will see that they have a hot water tap beside every table. It will be nice to have one also just below the window sill. Also can make some hidden compartment for chopsticks and cutleries below the window sill...the spotlight will make it even more pretty.&lt;br /&gt;8. It will be nice if outside the window got some really nice scenery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TVY5BoSeiqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_h8-22x3yJs/s800/home.kawaai.window.sill.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TVY5CYiIYfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/hb026It2MGk/s800/home.kawaai.window.sill.sma.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6675955112813895951-4963734470522165081?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4963734470522165081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/02/home-kawa-ii-ideas-and-concept-window.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/4963734470522165081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/4963734470522165081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/02/home-kawa-ii-ideas-and-concept-window.html' title='home kawa-ii ideas and concept - window sill'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TVY5DnWyguI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1hdxq-G1Ugo/s72-c/home.kawaai.window.sill.02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-1756147122994547737</id><published>2011-02-03T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:24:20.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>The difference between now and then...</title><content type='html'>Chinese new year 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the days of CNY, you see no one on the street along your housing area...all you see is many cars parked by the house front, people just lay inside the house all doing their private things, away from the others. People are just content with watching TV, online, facebooking, or sleeping. Or simply said, is an environment of "you-do-your-thing, i-do-mine, don't-come-bother-me!!!. I would rather spend my time watching all the rubbish programmes and movies on ASTRO, or talk or play games on the stupid iphone, even surfing the net!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY on 1950s, 60s, 70s, 80s as told by some old folks i met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will be spending their time OUTSIDE their house, not INSIDE. They'll sit under the tree in front of their house, under a bench, with children playing fire crackers by the roadside. The old folks will invite their friends to gather at someone's house, and start the talking cock sessions. The uncles will gather on another table next to the bench. From afar, you see that bunch of uncles similar to a bunch of ants assembling together on a hill of sugar. Then you hear the yelling of "Pee--caahhhh!" once in a while, followed by laughters. That, is the mini Genting Highland of the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aunty is not missing out too, They too have their own gangs to play on mahjong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the younger ones, will come out and play with all sorts of fire crackers. Some are so loud that it scares the hell out of everyone. The leftover debris from the fire crackers, red in color, could pile up on the floor until five to six inch thick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-1756147122994547737?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1756147122994547737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/02/difference-between-now-and-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1756147122994547737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1756147122994547737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/02/difference-between-now-and-then.html' title='The difference between now and then...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-5801512607966446093</id><published>2011-01-23T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:42:16.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>I was told the nemo fish only had 3 seconds of memory...</title><content type='html'>I went back to the house as usual that day, only to be informed by my house mate, that one of the two nemos has died (Nemo fish = clown fish). Reason? Overeating. Felt a sense of guilt. Coz the other day, I thought that a fish should eat a fair amount of fish feed, 3 times a day, like a`human should do. So, without anybody at home to do the feeding, i thought i should be the good guy...so i opened the cover, and sprinkled and sprinkled and sprinkled the fish feed into the aquarium...Eat more nemo! Eat more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house mate that day was not angry...he is ok. He just jokingly said..."Do you know that fish only has 3 seconds of memory? That means it can't remember what it did which is more than 3 seconds ago" "Huh?!! What?", I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT is why the fish can't recall whether it has eaten or not...he see there is fish feed, it continues to ear lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it comes to my mind, what happens if human also have a limited memory of 3 seconds only? Two conclusions. For those who has a lot of bad memories of the past which haunt them all this while, this is the perfect gift for them. But for those who has some really nice experiences of the past, this is just the worst curse anyone could get. I wish there is one scientist that could clone part of the fish brain and put it inside the human brain, to those who really needed it. Or maybe, an optional on-off button should come together...so if for instance, i wanna forget this blardy conversation i am having now with this blardy asshole, i'll just switch to 'nemo' mode, only after the conversation, i'll switch back to normal mode...isn't this idea great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, what the fuck am i doing here? Why am i here?&lt;br /&gt;Nabeh...i gotta switch to normal mode now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-5801512607966446093?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5801512607966446093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-told-nemo-fish-only-had-3-seconds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/5801512607966446093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/5801512607966446093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-told-nemo-fish-only-had-3-seconds.html' title='I was told the nemo fish only had 3 seconds of memory...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-7264390731762657098</id><published>2011-01-04T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:20:37.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Yam cake (wu tao gou) recipe beta version</title><content type='html'>Finally today my mum showed me how she make the 'wu tao gou' a.k.a. '芋头糕' in Chinese. She said the last time she made it, it was long long time ago. Never mind, this will always be the best "wu tao gou" in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here comes the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients&lt;br /&gt;1. Yam 1 piece, the size of small sized mineral water bottle&lt;br /&gt;2. Dried shrimps&lt;br /&gt;3. Fish paste&lt;br /&gt;4. Rice flour&lt;br /&gt;5. Oil&lt;br /&gt;6. Green scallion&lt;br /&gt;7. Red Chili&lt;br /&gt;8. Pork Oil (Saturated fat)&lt;br /&gt;9. Grated garlic and onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;method&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a yam and peel off the skin.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cube it into 1/2 inch cubes and put aside.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pork oil solids to be chopped finely.&lt;br /&gt;4. Red chili to be sliced thinly&lt;br /&gt;5. Put inside the chopped pork oil solids (1/2 portion) and stir fry until fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;6. Then put in the cubed yam and continue to stir fry.&lt;br /&gt;7. Add some seasonings i.e. salt, five spice powders, and ajinomoto if you are ok with it. Continue to stir fry.&lt;br /&gt;8. Add water until the yam cubes are half submerged inside the water. Close the lid and wait for it to boil. The purpose is to soften the yam cubes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Then, dish out and put inside a flat pan. By now, there should not be much water left.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pour 1/2 soup spoonful of fish sauce into the pan and mix.&lt;br /&gt;11. Scoop around 6 to 8 soup spoonful of rice flour into the pan and mix. (rice flour quantity depends really on how sticky you want it to be)&lt;br /&gt;12. Add water to the mixture until the mixture is not sticky. Add some pork oil and and continue to stir and mix.&lt;br /&gt;13. Get a steamer ready. Make sure the water is boiling inside before the pan is put inside.&lt;br /&gt;14. Put the pan inside. Close the lid, and steam for around 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;15. While waiting for the yam cake to cook, now you can start to prepare the toppings on the yam cake.&lt;br /&gt;16. Heat the wok again with oil.&lt;br /&gt;17. Stir fry the garlic and onion.&lt;br /&gt;18. Put in the remaining chopped pork solids and stir fry. Then put in chopped &lt;br /&gt;19. Put in the chopped dried shrimps.&lt;br /&gt;20. Stir fry until it turns golden colour.&lt;br /&gt;21. Dish out the toppings and put aside.&lt;br /&gt;22. Check the yam cake whether is cooked or not by poking using chopsticks. The poked hole should be clear of water, indicating that it is cooked.&lt;br /&gt;23. Then, sprinkle the toppings evenly on top of the yam cake, also sprinkle the red chili and green garnishes like scallion. Serve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-7264390731762657098?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7264390731762657098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/01/yam-cake-wu-tao-gou-recipe-beta-version.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7264390731762657098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7264390731762657098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2011/01/yam-cake-wu-tao-gou-recipe-beta-version.html' title='Yam cake (wu tao gou) recipe beta version'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-2391224910701331459</id><published>2010-12-24T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:34:20.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>biTTer gourd fRieD eEGs reciPE...</title><content type='html'>I learnt some dishes today, and I want to record it down, so in case there is a need later, I will be able to retrieve this "pei kap" and use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of bitter gourd (find those that is not too green)&lt;br /&gt;1 pc salty Egg = Hamdan&lt;br /&gt;4 pcs chicken egg&lt;br /&gt;Salt little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps&lt;br /&gt;1. Cut the bitter gourd into half along the long axis.&lt;br /&gt;2. Slice into thin layers, around 1 to 2 mm thick if possible.&lt;br /&gt;3. Then sprinkle little bit of salt into the pan full of sliced bitter gourd.&lt;br /&gt;4. In the meantime, take the salty egg and crack it open into a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;5. Use a knife / spoon to smash the salty egg yolk into tiny bits.&lt;br /&gt;6. Then crack open the 4 chicken eggs together, and stir until well mixed, then put aside.&lt;br /&gt;7. Wash the sliced bitter gourd with water, and drain.&lt;br /&gt;8. Heat the wok without oil.&lt;br /&gt;9. Then throw inside the sliced bitter gourd. Stir fry until is starting to look dry.&lt;br /&gt;10. Then add 1 to 2 spoonful of oil by the side in a circular motion. This is for the egg not to stick later.&lt;br /&gt;11. Pour inside the eggs mixture.&lt;br /&gt;12. Turn to low heat.&lt;br /&gt;13. Turn the eggs over so that the other side is also cooked. Do not wait until the color become brown. Just turn and turn.&lt;br /&gt;14. Serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the recipe is missing something. I need to find out what is that. Mum tells me there is a better version from the restaurant that has prawns, with some very delicious sauce too. Until then, this is the best that I know. biTTer gourd fRieD eEGs reciPE...Version 0.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-2391224910701331459?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2391224910701331459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/12/bitter-gourd-fried-eegs-recipe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2391224910701331459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2391224910701331459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/12/bitter-gourd-fried-eegs-recipe.html' title='biTTer gourd fRieD eEGs reciPE...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-4177560180857673160</id><published>2010-12-01T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:18:47.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>thE ruSH (back) hOME...</title><content type='html'>Scenes of departure and arrival are common in the movies. The most nostalgic ones are either in the scene at the harbor or the train station. SAD is when you have to see your closed ones leaving, and HAPPY is when you see you see them coming back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of days, this scene will realize...and it will be the HAPPY part...coz i am going home. No more sand, no more 50 deg Cel, no more stupid sohai ppl, no more stupid flies, no more... no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is coming will be a beautiful land, with beautiful trees, beautiful leng-luis, and many many good things back home! Oh-yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TPSPnKnxNqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/hiEcB85B-8M/s800/the.ruSH.hOME.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TPSPkDUSxVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ONDMLrzm0ts/s800/the.ruSH.hOME.small.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; #1: the scene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family and loved ones, some waiving to say goodbye, some waiting in excitement for the arrival, after a long long long time away...finally reunited! hooray! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TPSPqF6l2RI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Ef9HQA0RHSc/s800/the.ruSH.hOME.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TPSPqF6l2RI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Ef9HQA0RHSc/s800/the.ruSH.hOME.01.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;#2: this scene seems just too familiar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TPSPqzJE3yI/AAAAAAAAAUE/twPWFPoX_ho/s800/the.ruSH.hOME.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TPSPqzJE3yI/AAAAAAAAAUE/twPWFPoX_ho/s800/the.ruSH.hOME.02.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;#3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do this one time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TPSxCTU4QfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/f1LKvCYWTZc/s800/the.ruSH.hOME.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TPSxCTU4QfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/f1LKvCYWTZc/s800/the.ruSH.hOME.03.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6675955112813895951-4177560180857673160?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4177560180857673160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/12/rush-back-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/4177560180857673160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/4177560180857673160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/12/rush-back-home.html' title='thE ruSH (back) hOME...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TPSPkDUSxVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ONDMLrzm0ts/s72-c/the.ruSH.hOME.small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-3004143590579785255</id><published>2010-11-29T03:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T03:42:43.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>how I vent my aNGeR...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes shit do happens, and there are times when the whole mind is filled with fire...so hot that the blood can boil off on its own. And more often than not, the ones that we love and care is always the one to get burnt by the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion is hard to control. To shut off emotion is like to put a plug to a compressed tank. Anger = Energy. It cannot be destroyed, but it can be converted to other forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are my current ways of venting the anger in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Throw things&lt;br /&gt;2. Fuck (in words) of anyone who gets near me&lt;br /&gt;3. Repeat the above until all the energy is used up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now compiling a list of ways to harness that sudden burst of nuclear power within, for the greater good. I hope i can remember this at the time of need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go to take a long shower&lt;br /&gt;2. get out from the place far away from those that may get burned for at least 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;3. go swimming&lt;br /&gt;4. clean up the house&lt;br /&gt;5. go make a nice dish that needs a lot of hard work like kneading a dough for bread.&lt;br /&gt;6. sketch or write out in paper.&lt;br /&gt;7. sleep&lt;br /&gt;8. run, SAM, run!!!&lt;br /&gt;9. go to somewhere cold, really cold...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-3004143590579785255?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3004143590579785255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-not-to-vent-your-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3004143590579785255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3004143590579785255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-not-to-vent-your-anger.html' title='how I vent my aNGeR...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-8301089152540587736</id><published>2010-11-26T04:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T04:11:06.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>a funny discovery!</title><content type='html'>While Isaac Newton who made a great DISCOVERY regarding the law of physics when he was hit by an apple under the tree, I, today had made an even greater DISCOVERY while having a pee. The DISCOVERY, the conclusion is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LEVEL OF CIVILIZATION OF A COUNTRY AND IT'S CITIZEN ARE DIRECTLY PROPORTIONAL TO THE SPEED OF FLIES IN AVOIDING YOUR PEE(OR ANY OTHER LIQUID TAT YOU PREFER...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the country where i am living since i was born, it is very very very difficult to even touch a FLY. Man's speed is just too slow to catch or worse still, pee on them. That is why slapstick has to be used if you were to really wanna smack them. And you even has to be very good at it to make it works.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, during my pee session at the site office today, I noticed that the flies here are very slow motion. It's either they were too fat and too heavy, or maybe they are just too damn lazy to budge. They seemed like not care at all what is happening around them. And hence, pee was poured on them. I did not mean to do so...i am so sorry, but at the very least you can fly away mah! Why your reaction so damn slow one?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, right at the blink of a second, something come to my mind. The attitude and the reaction time of the pee-ed fly, seems to be very much the same to the working contractors here in general. This do not apply to everyone, but only to the large percentage of people here. I am so sorry if i made such a strong remark here, but i really BEH TAHAN liao. KNN, how the hell can you do business like this way? Just waiting for me to call you, to chase you, to fuck you and to fuck you again, then only you start to do something! Ceebai, if you are in my country you "zhar dou" also cannot ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence that explains why i can't pee on the flies in my home country, but can do it here right now. I believe that if I were to do it in some advanced countries such as USA, Japan, Korea or China, the probability of peeing on the flies there would be close to zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above hypothesis is supposed to have a very high level of confidence. If you don't believe it, try to do it yourself, and if possible let me know the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, next time if a fly here goes to stick on your food, i will have to stop eating it already, coz if you continue, you will maybe eat inside together with many pee from the stupid ppl here, which i believe will make your intelligence level coming closer and closer to 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: pease don't take too seriously of what i rant here. Nothing political or racist. Just pure 'kek sam', can't find any other way to release the tension...please forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-8301089152540587736?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8301089152540587736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny-discovery.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8301089152540587736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8301089152540587736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny-discovery.html' title='a funny discovery!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-3436328078568265715</id><published>2010-11-12T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:34:47.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Dish name - limited edition version 2</title><content type='html'>Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;pork ribs 1 kg&lt;br /&gt;rice 4 mugs&lt;br /&gt;mixed beans, carrots shredded 100g&lt;br /&gt;egg 3 nos&lt;br /&gt;dry red chili 10g&lt;br /&gt;big red onion 4 pcs shredded&lt;br /&gt;small red onion&lt;br /&gt;garlic&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;chili/curry powder 5 tbsp&lt;br /&gt;soy sauce 3 tbsp&lt;br /&gt;dark soy sauce - a bit&lt;br /&gt;salt - sprinkle until enough&lt;br /&gt;sugar - little bit less than salt amount&lt;br /&gt;five spice powder - 1/2 tbsp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chop the pork ribs into small pieces, not too small, around 1 inch long by 3/4 inch wide each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Boil the water in a deep pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. While waiting water to boil, wash the rice and start to cook the rice. Less water than the usual, coz the water content to be kept a bit low. The rice should be a bit hard, not too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cut the garlic and small onion and put aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When water starts boiling, "FLY" the pork ribs into the hot water for 20 to 30 seconds to remove the smell and to tender the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Take the meat out and put aside, drain out the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Oil the deep pan / wok. Let it heat until very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Slide in all the pork ribs in. Smoke and fire may ignite on top of the pan like a campfire, but fear not, it wont last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Spread all the ribs across the pan evenly. Do not stir. Wait until the underside becomes brown and medium burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Flip over the ribs one by one to ensure all ribs surface are not left uncooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Stir fry for 1 minute to ensure all surface are evenly browned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Take out the ribs onto a plate, and drain out the excess oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Oil the wok again, heat it up, and put in the shredded small onion and garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When aroma come out, before it is burnt, put in the ribs, stir fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sprinkle inside all the shredded big onions, carrots, beans, chili and stir fry for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Season with salt, sugar, pepper, black soy sauce, five spice powder and the chilli powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Then put in water bit by bit and continue to stir fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Dump in a bowl of water, enough to cover 3/4 of the meat. Wait for it to boil and then close the lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The while thing will boil off the water, when 80% of the water level has boiled off, remove the lid and stir again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. At the same time fry 3 wallet eggs and set aside using a small pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. By this time the rice should have cooked, open the cover, and scrap the rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Transfer all the pork ribs together with the sauce and the wallet eggs into the rice cooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Mix and mix with the rice evenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Close the rice cooker's lid and go to take a bath for 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Turn off the rice cooker, and take out the bowl and serve on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Enjoy the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. LIMITED edition version 2 is complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Do not cook this for the next 1/2 year coz this is a limited edition after all. I mean, what's the point of naming it this way if it is not LIMITED?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-3436328078568265715?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3436328078568265715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/11/dish-name-limited-edition-version-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3436328078568265715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3436328078568265715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/11/dish-name-limited-edition-version-2.html' title='Dish name - limited edition version 2'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-334495170445002482</id><published>2010-10-18T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T02:55:50.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>what i got after i saw the movie...</title><content type='html'>i just saw tis movie called "ais kacang puppy love". i just regretted that i did not watch this in the cinema, coz i think the effect will surely be more deep and profound. Just missed it. Ceebai. Never mind. I still got 70% of the effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie, according to my standard, which is a bit higher than average people, is a good one. No lar, to say is a good one is a bit too stingy. I shall say is a fucking good movie! It has been very long time since i saw one that has given me this kinda feeling. With so many rubbish movies coming out all these years due partly to piracy esp the HK movies, this is the single one that really caught me by surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some actors are still acting like shit, talking like shit, it's like reading a book when they speak...but i dunno why, these suddenly become less important. What is more exciting is the storyline and the drama between the few main characters. there a too many scenes where there is a good deal we can learn from. And it just feel so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna share a few that i could remember right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. there is this guy who is eldest son of a coffee shop boss who always blame others for not achieving in life. And the only thing he is good at is to talk and talk and talk. No action at all. Then after some lecture by lee sin jie, he finally realised his mistake. He knows what he want to achieve, and most importantly, he stopped talking rubbish. He began to talk only those that matters, and he finally put into action his words. Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. there is this old man who frequents the coffee shop, and is like a transparent glass to everyone, coz nobody seems to notice him, especially this michael wong guitarist. At one part of the movie, this man leaves the mortal world, and right at that scene where all the coffee shop mates saw the coffin car pass by, someone just say that life is short and we should do whatever we wanted to do or achieve in life. Wait for what? Ceebai, this one really hit me direct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. another scene where lee sinjie went to penang to look for his fucking gambling dad, and found out what a jerk he is, and finally she realise that all that perception she has about her mother was wrong. She made a phone call and apologise to her mum over the phone, before hugging the public phone and crying there. THAT scene was really something,...i mean really touching and good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the most memorable scene would be that of the sohai ah niu who finally realises that his only last chance of meeting lee sinjie would going to diminish if he do nothing, and then he cycle all the way to the bus station, buy a packet of red bean ais kacang on the way, got hit by the bike (this scene is terrific!), then finally reach the station and got hit AGAIN by the bus. (Ceebai, if hit like this still not die???). Then lee sinjie came out from the bus, but this ah niu is somehow holding back himself to express his love for her. At this point, i feel like i wanted to jump into the scene and wacked ah niu kau kau, smack him right in the face. Dunno why, just have the urge la. And this scene again shows that "after suzhou, there is no more ship!". Suddenly i just feel lost...dunno why...why why why???? The chance is in his hand just for that very moment, and he let it go just like that. Suddenly, i feel like this "letting go of the only chance" was so true in all my life so far. i believe it is true for many people out there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope these few scenes will serve as a reminder to me and you, that once chance flied away, will never come back, and it's just split second where the chance will exist. Wait for what??? WAIT FOR WHAT???? LIFE IS JUST TOO SHORT TO WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: for those of you who do not know what i am talking about, please go and buy this DVD. It's worth the money. Link here --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.yesasia.com/global/ice-kacang-puppy-love-dvd-english-subtitled-malaysia-version/1023049728-0-0-0-en/info.html"&gt;http://www.yesasia.com/global/ice-kacang-puppy-love-dvd-english-subtitled-malaysia-version/1023049728-0-0-0-en/info.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-334495170445002482?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/334495170445002482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-got-after-i-saw-movie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/334495170445002482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/334495170445002482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-got-after-i-saw-movie.html' title='what i got after i saw the movie...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-3254473691783380559</id><published>2010-09-14T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:00:15.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>it's NOT people don't give you CHANCE, it's YOU that don't give yourself a chance!</title><content type='html'>tOdaY, i have learnt something. Something that is happening right in front of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Mr Tall today. Mr Tall got a stroke couple of years back, and he has got problem with walking and coordination since then. And today is the wedding dinner of one of his friend's son. He was invited to the dinner. Even having walking difficulty, he still went to the dinner. He must be thinking that it is an honor to get invited, so he attended. But for the whole night, he speak not even a word. He walked past his long time buddies, he dared not look them in the eyes, he just walked past them, without even greeting them, without even saying a word. His buddies were surprised. Some were feeling disturbed. Some understood what is happening. Mr Tall must be feeling too humiliated and having no face to see his buddies. In fact he has been behaving like this ever since he got the stroke. Mr Tall must be thinking that no one want to care about him anymore, or maybe his buddies will make fun of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason, I can say that ALL his buddies don't want to see him like this. They wanna see a happy, smiling, confident, and talkative Mr Tall as he always is before this, even the one with a stroke. I know it is saddening, heart breaking and humiliating to have problem like this, but the least that can be done is to TRY to live as happy as possible with what you have left. Agonizing over it only makes things worse. It feels bad on yourself, it feels even worse on your buddies. YOUR BUDDIES WANT TO HELP YOU, BUT THEY COULD ONLY DO SO IF YOU ARE WILLING TO LET THEM HELP YOU! THEY WANT TO SEE YOU HAPPY!!! THEY WANT TO SEE YOU BEAMING WITH CONFIDENCE AND SMILING LIKE A CHILD!!! AND THEY WON'T FUCK CARE WHATEVER PROBLEM THAT IS TROUBLING YOU AS LONG AS YOU ARE HAPPY!!! Then it comes to me this conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S NOT PEOPLE DON'T GIVE YOU CHANCE, IT'S YOU THAT DON'T GIVE YOURSELF A CHANCE!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that SHIT do happens. And if it HAPPENS ON ME SOMEDAY, i hope that i'll look back at this post, and I'LL SLAP MYSELF IN THE FACE, OR MAYBE ASK SOMEONE SLAP ME IN THE FACE, AND HOPEFULLY AFTER THAT, I'LL BE AS HAPPY AS ALWAYS, FACING EACH AND EVERY MOMENT WITH CONFIDENCE AND JOY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-3254473691783380559?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3254473691783380559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-people-dont-give-you-chance-its.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3254473691783380559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3254473691783380559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-people-dont-give-you-chance-its.html' title='it&apos;s NOT people don&apos;t give you CHANCE, it&apos;s YOU that don&apos;t give yourself a chance!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-1736314424093245530</id><published>2010-08-29T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:09:47.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>bReAD...</title><content type='html'>Today onwards, for the next 2 weeks, will only be bread for breakfast, for lunch, for dinner and for supper too. No others...just bread. All the cooks has quit becoming cooks, and what is left is just 2 burnt-out cooks that just got too tired of cooking in this month of Ramadhan. &lt;br /&gt;So, everyday I will say hie to the bakery shop ownner. And BTW, Baskin robbins is just a few shops next to it. I DO THINK ice cream with bread will be a GREAT combination, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-1736314424093245530?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1736314424093245530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/08/bread.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1736314424093245530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1736314424093245530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/08/bread.html' title='bReAD...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-3448373483010358550</id><published>2010-08-23T01:22:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T02:13:27.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>HoUSE no. 22</title><content type='html'>This is House no. 22&lt;br /&gt;The tenants of House no. 22, and what they are doing at the time of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/THFKuzUYoJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SC7z2_iyLak/s800/house22.small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/THFKv8N0TII/AAAAAAAAAS8/9f7iG-LKUaE/s800/house22.big.jpg" alt="house no. 22" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenant #1: SH chai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing: &lt;br /&gt;Facebooking, searching each and every youtube video of "Gee". The part he liked most is the ass moving part. Initially, he was searching for the guitar tabs for "Gee", dunno why he deviate. Anyway, he succeeded in playing the song on his new baby guitar. His fingers can't climb tree yet, but soon will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenant #2: Sam chai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren buffett, warren buffett, and warren buffett. The book was bought over from Toh chai. 700+ pages and still havent finish half. When he get bored of reading, he "harvest the moon". Just now. he was searching for the ice cream recipe, and Cheong chai agrees to be joining in the fun. Ho po lui char version 3 is gonna come out soon also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenant #3: Toh chai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what he is doing all this while, coz he guards his privacy as good as guarding his virginity. When i go to the toilet once in a while, i passes by his room, i see him on his &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000GFDC7C?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=lifelikemovie-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B000GFDC7C"&gt;QC3&lt;/a&gt;headphone, him facing his laptop, sometimes smiling, sometimes face blank, sometimes laughing to himself!!?? He no need to eat. No need to drink. Just give him a laptop and internet, he can survive already. FB is his diary. He use FB as a MSN replacemet. And if you want him to eat dinner, just shut off the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenant #4: Ding chai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bed is here, but the person is not here now. He not died, he just disappear for a few weeks. Same character as Toh chai in terms of FB and internet dependency, but this guy talk a bit more. His golden phrase is "CiaW TaK Jorrr!" But talk is 108, do wohhh....I CUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenant #5: Wenpin chai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No internet sure die also for him. But what differentiate him from the other 2 in his room is his SKILL of sleeping. He can SLEEP and ONLINE simultaneously, WITH THE LAPTOP ON HIS CHEST NEVER SLIP, OR EVEN DROPPED. He should be the only person who can do it. Sometimes he'll come over to Sam chai room and say "HOU SIEN ARRRRR!!!". Half an hour ago, he just did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenant #6: Cheong chai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing he do is to connect to SKYPE, and talk to his son. No wastage of time FB. Sleep the earliest among all, and earliest to wake up. BTW, i think he sleep liao already at the time of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenant #7: Kang chai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he do is SLEEP...then wake up at night and become the ghost. But this ghost likes to karaoke in the bathroom, living room, and his room. Sometimes play the Romance of 3 kingdom to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, all tenant has got own way of passing his time in house no.22. Everyone is SIEN most of the time, but I don't think we will have to suffer long. It is already TIME TO END. IT HAS TO END ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;[ you see what SH chai and sam chai doing? You see our kitchen how BIG??? And the kitchen floor, who to MOP??? ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/THFPQDwy94I/AAAAAAAAATI/G9UUW3w_cBE/s800/house22.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/THFPQDwy94I/AAAAAAAAATI/G9UUW3w_cBE/s800/house22.03.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;[ this room if no internet, will die one... ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/THFmI24IonI/AAAAAAAAATQ/W1c-Gal9YqI/s800/house22.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/THFmI24IonI/AAAAAAAAATQ/W1c-Gal9YqI/s800/house22.05.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;[ F04... F04... F04... i still left 1 brief only nia...you still wanna F04! ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/THFPSTWmLCI/AAAAAAAAATM/eDh1jyAY0Bs/s800/house22.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/THFPSTWmLCI/AAAAAAAAATM/eDh1jyAY0Bs/s800/house22.04.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6675955112813895951-3448373483010358550?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3448373483010358550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/08/house-no-22.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3448373483010358550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3448373483010358550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/08/house-no-22.html' title='HoUSE no. 22'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/THFKv8N0TII/AAAAAAAAAS8/9f7iG-LKUaE/s72-c/house22.big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-4274442663195577930</id><published>2010-07-28T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:44:56.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>i am moving…mY bLog</title><content type='html'>All people, I have an announcement to make. I am going to move my current blog &lt;a href="http://www.lifelikemovie.com"&gt;www.lifelikemovie.com&lt;/a&gt; to blogger here at &lt;a href="http://www.lifelikemovie.blogspot.com"&gt;www.lifelikemovie.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; starting from now. In another 2 months, this site, this domain, this layout will no longer available for viewing. But worry not, coz i have been trying to replicate all the posts into this new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mark the moving of the blog, with a different layout, I need to save the printscreen of the old and new blog. This will serve as a memory for me, or maybe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD LAYOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;www.lifelikemovie.com&lt;br /&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TFBUWh1lxPI/AAAAAAAAARU/S-PQOqU32CE/s800/iammoving.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TFBUVW0C7fI/AAAAAAAAARQ/iaNCnkKcfFc/s800/iammoving.small.jpg" alt="www.lifelikemovie.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW LAYOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;www.lifelikemovie.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TFBUZBUMNTI/AAAAAAAAARY/vZHnPGI2LHs/s800/iammoving.new.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TFBUZ864UOI/AAAAAAAAARc/QY8IaY-qomI/s800/iammoving.new.small.jpg" alt="www.lifelikemovie.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason to move &gt; I found that what I wanted to do is 99% available in a free blog out there, and there seems to be more customization available nowadays, compared with limited functions those days. Nevertheless, owning a private hosted website still offer far more value than a free blog, it is only that I have been underutilized it all this while. It should be for people with many readers and full fledge website, not some sMaLL fLY like me. So, Mr weBHost, thanks for all the quick and good support for the last 3 years, it's greatly appreciated. Your service is good, and the price is one of the cheapest i can find in Malaysia. Just want to let you know it is NOT your fault. By the way, i am hosting it on &lt;a href="http://www.ipserverone.com"&gt;www.ipserverone.com&lt;/a&gt; all this while, for those who is interested, just go there and check for yourself. Value for money, nice service. Enough said. If there is another chance of me to require a webhost in the future, it's surely YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i would like to thank all who drop comments, and i am sorry for making so few posts. I must make more posts!&lt;br /&gt;And as i always say, i will make this blog a better one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: those who want to make comments can make it at my new blog at &lt;a href="http://www.lifelikemovie.blogspot.com"&gt;www.lifelikemovie.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last word, BYE-BYE...but then HELLO again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-4274442663195577930?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4274442663195577930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-movingmy-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/4274442663195577930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/4274442663195577930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-movingmy-blog.html' title='i am moving…mY bLog'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TFBUVW0C7fI/AAAAAAAAARQ/iaNCnkKcfFc/s72-c/iammoving.small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-1871506172223875896</id><published>2010-06-04T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:42:03.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>veGeTariAN OyStER sAuCE!</title><content type='html'>I do have one colleague of mine who has this super-duper-healthy-conscious-eating habits. There will never be too little SALT. There will never be too little SUGAR. And AJINOMOTO is prohibited when cooking. Not even those fish and chicken seasoning is allowed. BELACAN will be a total no-no. Coz he say is very very dirty. I could still accept all that. But there is just that ONE thing that makes me really MAD at him. That is the VEGETARIAN oyster sauce. He insisted on cooking using that one instead of the normal oyster sauce. How on earth can an oyster sauce be vegetarian?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How is it possible, that an oyster, which i think is NOT a vegetable, be turned into a VEGETABLE, and packaged into a bottle and sold as oyster sauce? Or is it that thoSE sPEciaL oysters, only eat nothing but vegetables down the sea bed?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Or is it POSSIBLE that somehow man has created an alternative flaVouR from cheMICAL that exactly matches the one of an oysTER? Or mAybE it is possible that the chemical somehow is also derived from the natural oySTER itself?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Any of the possibilities above are a lot more scarier than taking beLACANs combined with ajiNOMOTO and mixed together as a seasoning cocktail. Hence, the next time I see him doing it aGAIN (putting the vegetarian oyster sauce into the dishes), I'll grab it and throw it back to his fACE. And i'll make sure the next morning when he wake up in his bed, he'll be surrounded by hills and hills of oysters by his side...nabeh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-1871506172223875896?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1871506172223875896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/06/vegetarian-oyster-sauce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1871506172223875896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1871506172223875896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/06/vegetarian-oyster-sauce.html' title='veGeTariAN OyStER sAuCE!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-975098447850433926</id><published>2010-03-25T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:42:03.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>the days are getting bLuurrrr…</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to say anymore. Days are getting BluURRReR by the minute. I can't even recall each morning what day it is of the week, let alone the date itself. Time really got wings one. I can't believe that it already has been 3 months since New Year. I have been smoking sand particles for tHAT long already. horraY! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I haTE myself, for not having a DEFINITE dream in my mind. And i felt that i am not being in control of my life at all. It seems like i am one of the SLAVE in the world of MATRIX, where MATRIX is the imaginary world created by the POWERFUL to blind us from the TRUTH in order to USE us to realize THEIR own dreams. The more I watch the Matrix, the more I feel I am NEO. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Morpheus! Hand me the RED PILL now! Yea! NOW!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Excuse me...I wanna curse lioa...CHAO ZEE BYE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-975098447850433926?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/975098447850433926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/03/days-are-getting-bluurrrr.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/975098447850433926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/975098447850433926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/03/days-are-getting-bluurrrr.html' title='the days are getting bLuurrrr…'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-4329236147036227369</id><published>2010-03-08T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:27:31.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>The MATRIX</title><content type='html'>236&lt;br/&gt;00:23:15,977 --&gt; 00:23:17,978&lt;br/&gt;We don't have time for 20 Questions.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;237&lt;br/&gt;00:23:18,480 --&gt; 00:23:20,856&lt;br/&gt;Right now, there's only one rule:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;238&lt;br/&gt;00:23:21,149 --&gt; 00:23:22,483&lt;br/&gt;Our way ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;239&lt;br/&gt;00:23:22,818 --&gt; 00:23:23,901&lt;br/&gt; ... or the highway.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;240&lt;br/&gt;00:23:30,450 --&gt; 00:23:31,534&lt;br/&gt;Fine.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;241&lt;br/&gt;00:23:33,412 --&gt; 00:23:35,871&lt;br/&gt;Please, Neo, you have to trust me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;242&lt;br/&gt;00:23:36,456 --&gt; 00:23:39,083&lt;br/&gt;- Why?&lt;br/&gt;- Because you have been down there.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;243&lt;br/&gt;00:23:39,835 --&gt; 00:23:41,043&lt;br/&gt;You know that road.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;244&lt;br/&gt;00:23:42,045 --&gt; 00:23:43,671&lt;br/&gt;You know exactly where it ends.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;245&lt;br/&gt;00:23:45,882 --&gt; 00:23:48,134&lt;br/&gt;And I know that's&lt;br/&gt;not where you want to be.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;276&lt;br/&gt;00:26:47,897 --&gt; 00:26:50,274&lt;br/&gt;Do you believe in fate, Neo?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;277&lt;br/&gt;00:26:50,442 --&gt; 00:26:51,525&lt;br/&gt;No.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;278&lt;br/&gt;00:26:51,943 --&gt; 00:26:52,985&lt;br/&gt;Why not?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;279&lt;br/&gt;00:26:53,236 --&gt; 00:26:56,030&lt;br/&gt;I don't like the idea that&lt;br/&gt;I'm not in control of my life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;280&lt;br/&gt;00:26:57,115 --&gt; 00:27:00,451&lt;br/&gt;I know exactly what you mean.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;294&lt;br/&gt;00:27:46,289 --&gt; 00:27:48,165&lt;br/&gt;The Matrix is everywhere.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;295&lt;br/&gt;00:27:48,416 --&gt; 00:27:50,125&lt;br/&gt;It is all around us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;296&lt;br/&gt;00:27:50,377 --&gt; 00:27:52,336&lt;br/&gt;Even now, in this very room.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;297&lt;br/&gt;00:27:53,171 --&gt; 00:27:55,381&lt;br/&gt;You can see it when you&lt;br/&gt;look out your window ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;298&lt;br/&gt;00:27:55,632 --&gt; 00:27:57,966&lt;br/&gt; ... or when you turn on your television.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;299&lt;br/&gt;00:27:58,385 --&gt; 00:28:00,928&lt;br/&gt;You can feel it when you go to work ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;300&lt;br/&gt;00:28:02,472 --&gt; 00:28:04,139&lt;br/&gt; ... when you go to church ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;301&lt;br/&gt;00:28:04,557 --&gt; 00:28:06,642&lt;br/&gt; ... when you pay your taxes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;302&lt;br/&gt;00:28:07,769 --&gt; 00:28:10,688&lt;br/&gt;It is the world that has been&lt;br/&gt;pulled over your eyes ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;303&lt;br/&gt;00:28:10,939 --&gt; 00:28:12,523&lt;br/&gt; ... to blind you from the truth.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;304&lt;br/&gt;00:28:14,734 --&gt; 00:28:15,984&lt;br/&gt;What truth?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;305&lt;br/&gt;00:28:20,240 --&gt; 00:28:21,782&lt;br/&gt;That you are a slave.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;306&lt;br/&gt;00:28:23,284 --&gt; 00:28:25,577&lt;br/&gt;Like everyone else,&lt;br/&gt;you were born into bondage ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;307&lt;br/&gt;00:28:25,829 --&gt; 00:28:30,499&lt;br/&gt; ... born into a prison that you cannot&lt;br/&gt;smell or taste or touch.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;308&lt;br/&gt;00:28:30,792 --&gt; 00:28:32,084&lt;br/&gt;A prison ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;309&lt;br/&gt;00:28:32,335 --&gt; 00:28:33,460&lt;br/&gt; ... for your mind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;that you are a SLAVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0TPzhEpOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6TV7_Q3JRfw/s800/the.matrix.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0TPzhEpOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6TV7_Q3JRfw/s800/the.matrix.1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;313&lt;br/&gt;00:29:00,363 --&gt; 00:29:02,656&lt;br/&gt;This is your last chance.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;314&lt;br/&gt;00:29:02,907 --&gt; 00:29:05,242&lt;br/&gt;After this, there is no turning back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;315&lt;br/&gt;00:29:05,702 --&gt; 00:29:07,161&lt;br/&gt;You take the blue pill ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;316&lt;br/&gt;00:29:07,495 --&gt; 00:29:10,539&lt;br/&gt; ... the story ends, you wake up&lt;br/&gt;in your bed and believe ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;317&lt;br/&gt;00:29:10,790 --&gt; 00:29:12,583&lt;br/&gt; ... whatever you want to believe.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;318&lt;br/&gt;00:29:12,834 --&gt; 00:29:14,168&lt;br/&gt;You take the red pill ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;319&lt;br/&gt;00:29:14,419 --&gt; 00:29:16,378&lt;br/&gt; ... you stay in Wonderland ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;320&lt;br/&gt;00:29:16,880 --&gt; 00:29:19,590&lt;br/&gt; ... and I show you how deep&lt;br/&gt;the rabbit hole goes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;321&lt;br/&gt;00:29:29,476 --&gt; 00:29:30,684&lt;br/&gt;Remember ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;322&lt;br/&gt;00:29:31,519 --&gt; 00:29:34,563&lt;br/&gt; ... all I'm offering is the truth.&lt;br/&gt;Nothing more.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;599&lt;br/&gt;00:56:38,144 --&gt; 00:56:39,686&lt;br/&gt;The Matrix is a system, Neo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;600&lt;br/&gt;00:56:41,439 --&gt; 00:56:42,731&lt;br/&gt;That system is our enemy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;601&lt;br/&gt;00:56:43,358 --&gt; 00:56:45,692&lt;br/&gt;But when you're inside,&lt;br/&gt;what do you see?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;602&lt;br/&gt;00:56:45,944 --&gt; 00:56:49,738&lt;br/&gt;Businessmen, teachers,&lt;br/&gt;lawyers, carpenters.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;603&lt;br/&gt;00:56:50,198 --&gt; 00:56:52,783&lt;br/&gt;The very minds of the people&lt;br/&gt;we are trying to save.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;604&lt;br/&gt;00:56:53,034 --&gt; 00:56:55,994&lt;br/&gt;But until we do, these people are&lt;br/&gt;a part of that system ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;605&lt;br/&gt;00:56:56,246 --&gt; 00:56:58,163&lt;br/&gt; ... and that makes them our enemy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;606&lt;br/&gt;00:56:58,331 --&gt; 00:56:59,540&lt;br/&gt;You have to understand ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;607&lt;br/&gt;00:56:59,791 --&gt; 00:57:03,127&lt;br/&gt; ... most of these people are not&lt;br/&gt;ready to be unplugged.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;608&lt;br/&gt;00:57:03,378 --&gt; 00:57:04,962&lt;br/&gt;And many of them are so inert ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;609&lt;br/&gt;00:57:05,213 --&gt; 00:57:07,631&lt;br/&gt; ... so hopelessly dependent&lt;br/&gt;on the system ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;610&lt;br/&gt;00:57:07,882 --&gt; 00:57:10,592&lt;br/&gt; ... that they will fight to protect it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;many are so INERT... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0TTv3NU1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ly2XCFndpUU/s800/the.matrix.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0TTv3NU1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ly2XCFndpUU/s800/the.matrix.3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1126&lt;br/&gt;01:36:07,178 --&gt; 01:36:10,513&lt;br/&gt;This is loco. They've got Morpheus&lt;br/&gt;in a military-controlled building.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1127&lt;br/&gt;01:36:10,765 --&gt; 01:36:15,143&lt;br/&gt;Even if you somehow got inside, those&lt;br/&gt;are agents holding him. Three of them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1128&lt;br/&gt;01:36:16,437 --&gt; 01:36:20,356&lt;br/&gt;I want Morpheus back too, but&lt;br/&gt;what you're talking about is suicide.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1129&lt;br/&gt;01:36:20,608 --&gt; 01:36:22,192&lt;br/&gt;That's what it looks like ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1130&lt;br/&gt;01:36:22,359 --&gt; 01:36:23,401&lt;br/&gt; ... but it's not.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1131&lt;br/&gt;01:36:23,652 --&gt; 01:36:26,029&lt;br/&gt;I can't explain to you why it's not.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1132&lt;br/&gt;01:36:27,114 --&gt; 01:36:30,825&lt;br/&gt;Morpheus believed something, and&lt;br/&gt;he was ready to give his life for it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1133&lt;br/&gt;01:36:31,076 --&gt; 01:36:34,078&lt;br/&gt;I understand that now.&lt;br/&gt;That's why I have to go.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1134&lt;br/&gt;01:36:34,371 --&gt; 01:36:36,873&lt;br/&gt;- Why?&lt;br/&gt;- Because I believe in something.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1135&lt;br/&gt;01:36:37,041 --&gt; 01:36:38,666&lt;br/&gt;What?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1136&lt;br/&gt;01:36:39,376 --&gt; 01:36:41,085&lt;br/&gt;I believe I can bring him back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1248&lt;br/&gt;01:52:06,761 --&gt; 01:52:09,722&lt;br/&gt;Sooner or later you'll realize,&lt;br/&gt;just as I did ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1249&lt;br/&gt;01:52:10,056 --&gt; 01:52:12,349&lt;br/&gt; ... there's a difference&lt;br/&gt;between knowing the path ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1250&lt;br/&gt;01:52:13,101 --&gt; 01:52:14,393&lt;br/&gt; ... and walking the path.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1276&lt;br/&gt;01:57:56,569 --&gt; 01:57:58,695&lt;br/&gt;You hear that, Mr. Anderson?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1277&lt;br/&gt;01:57:59,447 --&gt; 01:58:02,449&lt;br/&gt;That is the sound of inevitability.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1278&lt;br/&gt;01:58:05,036 --&gt; 01:58:08,371&lt;br/&gt;It is the sound of your death.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1279&lt;br/&gt;01:58:09,290 --&gt; 01:58:11,625&lt;br/&gt;Goodbye, Mr. Anderson.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1280&lt;br/&gt;01:58:11,876 --&gt; 01:58:13,502&lt;br/&gt;My name ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1281&lt;br/&gt;01:58:16,506 --&gt; 01:58:18,548&lt;br/&gt; ... is Neo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1326&lt;br/&gt;02:07:59,254 --&gt; 02:08:00,963&lt;br/&gt;I know you're out there.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1327&lt;br/&gt;02:08:01,215 --&gt; 02:08:03,049&lt;br/&gt;I can feel you now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1328&lt;br/&gt;02:08:03,467 --&gt; 02:08:07,095&lt;br/&gt;I know that you're afraid.&lt;br/&gt;You're afraid of us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1329&lt;br/&gt;02:08:07,429 --&gt; 02:08:09,263&lt;br/&gt;You're afraid of change.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1330&lt;br/&gt;02:08:10,724 --&gt; 02:08:12,058&lt;br/&gt;I don't know the future.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1331&lt;br/&gt;02:08:12,226 --&gt; 02:08:14,811&lt;br/&gt;I didn't come here to tell you&lt;br/&gt;how this is going to end.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1332&lt;br/&gt;02:08:15,062 --&gt; 02:08:18,022&lt;br/&gt;I came here to tell you&lt;br/&gt;how it's going to begin.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1333&lt;br/&gt;02:08:18,982 --&gt; 02:08:20,566&lt;br/&gt;I'll hang up this phone.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1334&lt;br/&gt;02:08:20,818 --&gt; 02:08:23,903&lt;br/&gt;And then I'll show these people&lt;br/&gt;what you don't want them to see.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1335&lt;br/&gt;02:08:24,154 --&gt; 02:08:26,030&lt;br/&gt;I'm going to show them a world ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1336&lt;br/&gt;02:08:26,281 --&gt; 02:08:28,032&lt;br/&gt; ... without you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1337&lt;br/&gt;02:08:28,325 --&gt; 02:08:31,953&lt;br/&gt;A world without rules and controls,&lt;br/&gt;without borders or boundaries.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1338&lt;br/&gt;02:08:32,204 --&gt; 02:08:35,915&lt;br/&gt;A world where anything is possible.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1339&lt;br/&gt;02:08:38,544 --&gt; 02:08:39,877&lt;br/&gt;Where we go from there ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1340&lt;br/&gt;02:08:40,129 --&gt; 02:08:42,088&lt;br/&gt; ... is a choice I leave to you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;CHOICE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0TSIoep1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ISq1lTI67cY/s800/the.matrix.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0TSIoep1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ISq1lTI67cY/s800/the.matrix.2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6675955112813895951-4329236147036227369?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4329236147036227369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/03/matrix.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/4329236147036227369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/4329236147036227369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/03/matrix.html' title='The MATRIX'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0TPzhEpOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6TV7_Q3JRfw/s72-c/the.matrix.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-7170811785458329154</id><published>2010-03-01T03:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T04:10:41.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>aLoNG-tHE-hiGhWaY</title><content type='html'>On my way home, I drove along the expressway of 200+ kilometers, at an average speed of 110 km/h, which comes to 2 hours of super duper boring journey. To keep myself awake, I kept my mind busy with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;aLoNG-tHE-hiGhWaY {Click to view larger image}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0S16nHxYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fom9C1felss/s800/aLoNG-tHE-hIGhWaY.small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0S16nHxYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fom9C1felss/s800/aLoNG-tHE-hIGhWaY.small.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Imagining how nice it would be if one of the roadside is planted with sunflowers along the 200km stretch. Butterfies will be flying around and birds will come in flocks. The other side of the road should be planted with nice grass carpet, with occasional banyan trees every lamp post distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;sunflowers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0S46quhEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/okMrFS8zjig/s800/aLoNG-tHE-hIGhWaY4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0S46quhEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/okMrFS8zjig/s800/aLoNG-tHE-hIGhWaY4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thinking about the ho po lui char recipe I just got from a master, and trying to recall on every step and recipe that he has taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;ho-po-lui-cha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0S3gUqsVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/t5w8ObNdG1s/s800/aLoNG-tHE-hIGhWaY2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0S3gUqsVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/t5w8ObNdG1s/s800/aLoNG-tHE-hIGhWaY2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Listening on the David Tao CD (original one) which seems like "zharr-ing" me on every line of its lyrics...cau cee bai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;katriNa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0S4KYx-XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_HsedlMUKfE/s800/aLoNG-tHE-hIGhWaY3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0S4KYx-XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_HsedlMUKfE/s800/aLoNG-tHE-hIGhWaY3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone... happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;Today is already the 15th day, I guess is the last chance I have this year to wish you all. So, again..."gong hei fatt choy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-7170811785458329154?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7170811785458329154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/02/along-highway.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7170811785458329154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7170811785458329154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/02/along-highway.html' title='aLoNG-tHE-hiGhWaY'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0S16nHxYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fom9C1felss/s72-c/aLoNG-tHE-hIGhWaY.small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-7672458158773398864</id><published>2010-02-17T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:42:03.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>shORT StORiES i reaD somE wHerE…</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A GRAIN OF RICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The daughter of the Chinese Emperor was ill, and he promised riches beyond compare to whoever could cure her. A young peasant named Pong Lo entered the palace. With his wit and bravery he restored the Princess's health, and won her heart. As his reward, Pong Lo asked for her hand in marriage. The Emperor refused and asked the peasant to think of anything else he would like.&lt;br/&gt;After several moments of thought, Pong Lo said, "I would like a grain of rice".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"A grain of rice! That is nonsense! Ask me for fine silks, the grandest room in the palace, a stable full of wild stallions, they shall be yours!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"A grain of rice will do," said Pong Lo. But if His Majesty insists, he may double the amount every day for a hundred days."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So on the first day a grain of rice was delivered to Pong Lo. On the second day, two grains of rice were delivered. On the third day Pong Lo received four grains, and on the fourth day, eight grains.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the fifth day - 16 grains&lt;br/&gt;On the sixth day - 32 grains&lt;br/&gt;On the seventh day - 64 grains&lt;br/&gt;On the eighth day - 128 grains&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;By the twelfth day the grains of rice numbered 2,048. By the twentieth day, 524,288 grains were delivered. And by the thirtieth day 536,870,912 grains requiring servants to carry them were brought to Pong Lo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In desperation the Emperor did the only honourable thing he could do and consented to the marriage. Out of consideration for the&lt;br/&gt;Emperor's feelings, no rice was served at the wedding banquet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-7672458158773398864?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7672458158773398864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/02/short-stories-i-read-some-where.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7672458158773398864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7672458158773398864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/02/short-stories-i-read-some-where.html' title='shORT StORiES i reaD somE wHerE…'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-1182459869088426714</id><published>2010-01-23T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T01:06:23.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>tHE lala cook in LALA LaND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;tHE lala cook in LALA LaND!&lt;br/&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE28kALQyiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Xu0r1Cg7o0I/s800/lala.recipe.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE28gr_egEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6kTk04LnCpw/s800/lala.recipe.small.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Last week, i went together with a bunch of lala chai to the lala beach.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We had a lot of fun searching for lalas beneath the sandy beach.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We pick and pick and pick....and pick and pick and pick...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We also saw some lala girls around picking lalas next to us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Every lala boys turned LALA-ed at that moment. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We then went home on the lala car&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I opened my lala laptop&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I searched for ways to cook lala on my lala net&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then i successfully found 4 lala recipe&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We soak the lala&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We clean the lala one by one (Yea, hear me say again...is ONE by ONE)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am the lala cook. Yes, i am.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After spending hell of a lala time, i succeeded.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Everybody was having a lala wonderful time eating lala.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The table is full of lala.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One of the lala boy ate the most lala that day, his lala shell mountain was the highest.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Every lala boy was shitting lala for the next few days.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The lala stories continues as long as there is low tide...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am lala-ed liao...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here are the 4 lala recipes to share with anyone who likes to get lala-ed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;LaLa rEcIPE no 1&lt;br/&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE28eMI057I/AAAAAAAAAPA/wVhk8LPYP7Q/s800/lala.recipe.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE28eMI057I/AAAAAAAAAPA/wVhk8LPYP7Q/s800/lala.recipe.01.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;LaLa rEcIPE no 2&lt;br/&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE28egTiF4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/MkIs331uARs/s800/lala.recipe.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE28egTiF4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/MkIs331uARs/s800/lala.recipe.02.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;LaLa rEcIPE no 3&lt;br/&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE28fKVSrcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sB6mVEuNsPw/s800/lala.recipe.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE28fKVSrcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sB6mVEuNsPw/s800/lala.recipe.03.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;LaLa rEcIPE no 4&lt;br/&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE28f8G7zoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/nKIr_BTO6nU/s800/lala.recipe.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE28f8G7zoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/nKIr_BTO6nU/s800/lala.recipe.04.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6675955112813895951-1182459869088426714?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1182459869088426714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/01/lala-cook-in-lala-land.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1182459869088426714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1182459869088426714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2010/01/lala-cook-in-lala-land.html' title='tHE lala cook in LALA LaND!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE28gr_egEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6kTk04LnCpw/s72-c/lala.recipe.small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-2455063087930912053</id><published>2009-11-08T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:42:03.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>wHaT wouLD yOU dO, if you hAD all tHE tiME and mONEY in tHiS woRLD?</title><content type='html'>Ever asked yourself this question?&lt;br/&gt;Try to do it. They say by doing so, you will find your joy, and your meaning of life.&lt;br/&gt;This list is not complete yet...will continue to update...whenever the inspiration comes...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. I will buy 10 nos of QC3 and put them all over the place. 1 in my bedroom, 2 in the living hall, 1 in the kitchen, 1 in the toilet, 1 on the sofa couch, and the remaining for display only. Buy another one for my dog and my cat too!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2009.11.08 3.20 am MY time - unable to sleep, with lum sleeping at the next bed...]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2. I will buy the Baskin Robbins franchise, and set up a very nice stall at Cameron Highlands. I will hire a bunch of leng luis to work in the stall. In the meantime, I will be dropping by once in a while to have a nice Jamaica Almond Choc flavour with 3 scoops on a large waffle cone for free, sitting among those leng luis and enjoying the custom made ice cream! And I will also work part time there whenever i am free, and also take all my family members and belanja them all! I wanna enjoy my time with all of them, enjoy savouring bit by bit of the BR ice cream, having laughter all day long.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2009.11.08 3.25 am MY time - unable to sleep, with lum STILL sleeping at the next bed...]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*to be continued*...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3. I will buy a farmhouse in the middle of the hills, something like Kundasang or Cameron Highlands where the house will be surrounded by tea plantations, rice fields and strawberry fields. Every morning, I'll bring my wife, my mom, my dad, my son, my daughter, my nieces, my nephews, my dog and my pussy cat along to go photo-jogging. I will be equipped with Canon EOS-1 Mark III camera with 135mm f1.2L lens and take portrait photos like never before!&lt;br/&gt;After the jog, we will all be having a breakfast picnic by the bench in front of the farm house, enjoying the superb scenery of the tea plantation while the sun is rising. Right after we have finished picnicking, we'll all go into the farm to pluck tea leaves and harvest some fresh strawberries! And we'll all sing "mountain-song" to each other! "Haaaeeeyyyy~~~~~~~~ !!!!!" &lt;br/&gt;The children will be running around catching butterflies, chasing some small chickens and some little lambs. &lt;br/&gt;After the harvesting, we'll bring back those harvests. My parents and some children will play with the dogs and the pussy cats in the living room happily, while me and my wife will make the Hainan chicken rice with the chicken we caught just now. The younger ones will make the sauce while I cook the chicken rice! Mmmmm.....sooo delicious! &lt;br/&gt;And we'll all sit together at the wood bench under the tree in house front, having this super nice Hainan Chicken Rice while enjoying the scenery in front our eyes...so syiok...so delicious...so satisfying...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2009.11.11 2.16 am MY time - sitting alone by the TV after watching KBS World Channel...]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*to be continued*...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-2455063087930912053?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2455063087930912053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-would-you-do-if-you-had-all-time.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2455063087930912053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2455063087930912053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-would-you-do-if-you-had-all-time.html' title='wHaT wouLD yOU dO, if you hAD all tHE tiME and mONEY in tHiS woRLD?'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-3154056948572775310</id><published>2009-10-17T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:42:03.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>10 PhRAsES i hEaR mOSt thESE fEW wEEks…</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;1. An apple a day keeps the doctor away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Basically now it has just been changed to : an orange a days keeps the doctor away]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Hello, lei hou mou? Hahahah...hihihi...huhuhu...ermm...ermm...errm...muack! muack! goodnite...bye bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Ooi!!! I don't have a QC3, with the noise cancelling function you know? I just have a RM30 ciplak earphone...]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Sam! I have an issue with XXX, can we have a meeting to talk about this? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Yea yea yea...there is always something you wanna talk...]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. We want QUALITY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Yea yea yea...that is just another way of you saying..."I'm gonna bulldoze anyway, and don't you get in my way!"]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Sam! Can you please follow up on this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[You fucker! This is supposed to be your shit!]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Insyaallah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Another word for "I won't give you"]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Carrefour, fish market, al jazera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[When all you can ever go in the weekend is these so few places...BTW, weekend is only one day here, not two.]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Love you]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Speedtouch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Also  love you. Sorry for having Mama as a backup, just in case. You'll always be my first love.]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. It's Friday! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Now I know where T.G.I. Friday got it's name.]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The MASTER OF ALL PHRASE....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today want to cook what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Never ending question, or problem. Basically I have run out of answers liao]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-3154056948572775310?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3154056948572775310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-phrases-i-hear-most-these-few-weeks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3154056948572775310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3154056948572775310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-phrases-i-hear-most-these-few-weeks.html' title='10 PhRAsES i hEaR mOSt thESE fEW wEEks…'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-8785217244113507898</id><published>2009-09-22T09:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T01:16:13.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>sHiN ru DaO gE [ 心如刀割 ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beacHboY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; walks slowly into the karaoke room no 9. He took the remote control and searched JAcky Cheung. He sighed. Then, he selected these two songs by pressing the remote...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Wo zhen de shou shang le [ 我真的受伤了 ]&lt;br/&gt;2. Shin ru dao ge. [ 心如刀割 ]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Everyone in the room was silent. They understood immediately what happened to beachboy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beacHboY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; reached for the microphone and started to sing. He closes his eyes. 3, 2, 1 ... s-i-n-g...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div id="podcast"&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;Podcast&lt;/span&gt;[display_podcast]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The sadness in his voice could be felt. The emotion in his singing is nothing less than that of Jacky Cheung's. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beacHboY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; heart has been hurt deeply, and it has been bleeding profusely for the last few weeks. Thousands of arrows have pierced into his heart. Friends have been sad too, and is trying their best to help &lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beacHboY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; to get back to the normal life. However, the illusion of the little lamb still manage to cloud his mind and heart sometimes...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;sHiN ru DaO gE - [ 心如刀割 ] {Click to view larger image}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SwFQZM1I/AAAAAAAAANo/f5Lz40T1HHc/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SxXFzvwI/AAAAAAAAANs/aucnqyTmBy4/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge.small.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beacHboY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, if there is this one thing that we could do for you to mend this, we wish that there is this "Handiplast for the broken heart", and we'll paste all of that around your broken heart, to stop all the leaking of tears. Also we would want to help you pull out all the arrows from your thousand arrows pierced heart! Nah! This is it! Take it!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;beachBoY drinks to forget...but he just CAN'T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SnpocrSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QBI7Hv6XBUg/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SnpocrSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QBI7Hv6XBUg/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Description: beachBoY drinks to forget...but he just CAN'T&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;We'll build scaffold if had to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SrHhGKYI/AAAAAAAAANY/nNW7qARcnGg/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SrHhGKYI/AAAAAAAAANY/nNW7qARcnGg/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Description: We'll build scaffold if had to!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Impossible is Nothing! Just Do It!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SpxRkNUI/AAAAAAAAANU/NeiFZ1HriZ4/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SpxRkNUI/AAAAAAAAANU/NeiFZ1HriZ4/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Description: This plaster is from mr sohai, mr QC3, and mr beachboY himself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Qik! Qik! Qik! Qik! Qik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Srj1NkvI/AAAAAAAAANc/uroGrmX1iYc/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Srj1NkvI/AAAAAAAAANc/uroGrmX1iYc/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Description: This plaster is from mr Qik, the one who loves to open his E71 and record and post to Qik.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;the Baskin Robbins couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SsIzDZ6I/AAAAAAAAANg/B-3HTDF75Q0/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SsIzDZ6I/AAAAAAAAANg/B-3HTDF75Q0/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Description: This one from the Baskin Robbins couple.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;This is imported from MARS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0StJYk7YI/AAAAAAAAANk/HaMxvjAwjpU/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0StJYk7YI/AAAAAAAAANk/HaMxvjAwjpU/s800/shin-ru-dao-ge6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Description: This is imported from MARS. Don't worry, it'll do the job as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-8785217244113507898?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8785217244113507898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/09/shin-ru-dao-ge.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8785217244113507898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8785217244113507898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/09/shin-ru-dao-ge.html' title='sHiN ru DaO gE [ 心如刀割 ]'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SxXFzvwI/AAAAAAAAANs/aucnqyTmBy4/s72-c/shin-ru-dao-ge.small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-5802228557690903562</id><published>2009-08-21T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T01:20:52.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>beachboY says: fRieNd++, ok?</title><content type='html'>I hate to repeat this, since it is crucial to the continuous existence and survival of the author, at least until he sees the "HAPPILY EVER AFTER" ending for the &lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beacHboY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and the little LaMB.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;"All the stories, names, characters and events depicted in this post are entirely fictional, which is coming out through the imagination of the author himself. Any resemblance to any person, alive or dead, or any events are purely unintentional, and the author are not to be held liable for any consequences resulting from reading of this post, in any way, either directly or indirectly."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Friend&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;|&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Friend ++&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;See the above? A vertical line that separates the left and the right hand side of the two words. Both words have the same denominator, FRIEND. The other just had a pair of ++ to follow. In words, there isn't much difference. But in the real life, it differs so much. SO MUCH SO that there is this HUGE barrier, or BOUNDARY that can exist in so many different forms, yet invisible to the naked eye. And many have died crossing this boundary. Some died drunk, some died straight, some even died unnoticed. Nevertheless, there are still plentiful of successful stories. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beacHboY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; has failed more times than he could remembered, but the defeat never dampens his spirit. NEVER! And right NOW, &lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beacHboY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; is gonna risk his everything to cross this, and will prove to those pessimist in the kraBi kingdom, that RULES are meant to be BROKEN, BOUNDARIES are meant to be CROSSED! &lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beacHboY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;! Thousand miles is nothing compared to the FIRE in your heart. Just ADD OIL and it will continue to burN !!! We here will help you to ADD too!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Friend&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;|&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Friend ++ {Click to view larger image}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SmC3-n8I/AAAAAAAAANI/SSPLut3g7qs/s800/friend.plus.plus.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SnJQoM7I/AAAAAAAAANM/g7u88ufGJl4/s800/friend.plus.plus.small.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;p/s: This post is purposely created as a sign of unwavering support from all his friends towards beacHboY. Yea, support from colleagues are included also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-5802228557690903562?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5802228557690903562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/08/beachboy-says-friend-ok.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/5802228557690903562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/5802228557690903562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/08/beachboy-says-friend-ok.html' title='beachboY says: fRieNd++, ok?'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SnJQoM7I/AAAAAAAAANM/g7u88ufGJl4/s72-c/friend.plus.plus.small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-1883231110541072738</id><published>2009-08-18T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T03:15:20.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>tHE sToRY of a LittLE LamB and tHE KrABi bEAcHBOY</title><content type='html'>"All the stories, names, characters and events depicted in this post are entirely fictional, which is coming out through the imagination of the author himself. Any resemblance to any person, alive or dead, or any events are purely unintentional, and the author are not to be held liable for any consequences resulting from reading of this post, in any way, either directly or indirectly."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;OK. I am safe.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Once upon a time, in the long long lost kingdom of the KRaBi, there lives a beachboY. Though he came from a poor family, he has high aspiration. He aims to be the best electrician in town one day. (Yes, this olden kingdom of kRabI is very advanced one!). Being a Virgo, he seeks for perfection in everything he does. He eats only the best foods he can afford, wears a G2000 shirt even though it costs more than 200 Krabi dollars each, and only accepts nothing but perfection. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So one day, after a full day of hard labor at his workplace, he sense a moment of loneliness. He realize that all this while, he is missing something important in his life, companionship. Then later, he found that most of his friends and &lt;i&gt;colleagues&lt;/i&gt; around him are all beginning to rear LAMB as a way to past time and to make them happier. So, one day a close friend of his suggests that he go shop for a LAMB somewhere at the marketplace. So he goes the next day, early in the morning before the sunrise.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He can't believe his eyes when he stepped into the market. It seems every stall in the market is putting up a LAMB for sale. There are many many types of LaMB available, from the black to white, fat to thin, short to tall, and anything that he could have thought of. So, the first thought that comes to his mind was "If I am gonna shop anyway, I might as well shop for the best LaMB!" So, he starts with stall no 1: "No! Too short". Then stall no. 2: "Nah! Too fat!". Then stall no 3: "Too old! Don't you wanna try to trick me with an old LaMB! I want a pure little snow white LaMB!" he shouted at the LAmB seller.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;His search continues down. He noticed that the quality of the little LamBs tends to get better down the stalls. Wow de! That's nice de! But I think the next stall should have a better LamB de! So he went to the stall beside. He paused for a while. His heart skipped a beat when his eyes saw the LamB in front of him. The LaMB's face was so cheerful and loving, with the kind of smile that no man can tahan one de! Happy, optimistic and smart little lamb, she has all the traits of a superior LamB. And underneath the neck of the lamb was a tag engraved with the word "&lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;". Then he checked the price tag. "Hmm...this is too good to be true, there must be a catch!", he says to himself. He stood there for a few minutes, undecided, while looking at the LamB. Want or don't want leh? The LamB tries her every way to convince the beacHboY that she was a good buy. BeacHboY &lt;font color="#e40050"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hesitates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. "Never mind boss! I'll see around first!", the beacHboY says.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He continue for a few more stalls down the aisle. He felt awkward. This LamB in front of him has a very long tag. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Err, may I ask, what does this name means? The boss shook his head while looking at the beachBoY. He flipped the tag over. It reads "S-U-Z-H-O-U".  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then all of a sudden, the alarm rang. BeeeeeeBoooooohhhh...beeeebooohh... "Run!!! Run!!! M.P.S.J.!!!" In a blink of an eye, all the stall owners were busy pushing away their stalls haphazardly out of the market. beAcHboy panicked. "Wait! I still haven bought any LaMB!" Wait for me!!! His voice unheard. Then, two words crossed his mind. "&lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!" He looked back at the stall. It's empty!!! How could this be???!!!", he exclaimed. He searched and searched in the commotion, hoping to find a glimpse of &lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, but to no avail. He could see all kinds of name, MDY, ML, JSC, MW, etc etc...but there is just no &lt;font color="FA2AAE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; there. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Feeling hopeless and dejected, he walked like a dead fish towards his home that day. He felt so depressed that he finished the 2 bottles of Chivas Regal and a Bombay Tequila in one hour. Then he fell onto his bed, and the view of his HP laptop become dimmer an dimmer, dimmer and dimmer....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Deeettt Diiitttt! Deeettt Diiitttt! Deeettt Diiitttt! The alarm rangs. BeachBoy reached for the clock and slam it shut. His eyes widened. Slowly he walked to his HP laptop. Shit! I forgot to turn off the computer, he says to himself. When he was about press the SHUT DOWN button, he sees some orange color tab blinkering at the bottom right corner of the taskbar. He clicked on it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tears of joy starts to accumulate in his red eyes. His smile widened. He rubbed of his tears and took one more close look at the msn live messenger program before him, in a state of disbelief. His name &lt;font color="#1954B2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fanShue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; was there. What he couldn't figure yet is the other name...This is what he saw...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;tHE sToRY of a LittLE LamB and tHE KrABi bEAcHBOY&lt;br/&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SgWz6CAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/H4yPl4N2DF4/s800/little.lamb.krabi.boy.1.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SfszGynI/AAAAAAAAAM4/58LFHe-Btmw/s800/little.lamb.krabi.boy.1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;tHE sToRY of a LittLE LamB and tHE KrABi bEAcHBOY&lt;br/&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SiHwv4oI/AAAAAAAAANA/ypKR1b8zgfQ/s800/little.lamb.krabi.boy.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Si_OmFgI/AAAAAAAAANE/8z7fXmGXNWI/s800/little.lamb.krabi.boy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6675955112813895951-1883231110541072738?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1883231110541072738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-of-little-lamb-and-krabi-beachboy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1883231110541072738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/1883231110541072738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-of-little-lamb-and-krabi-beachboy.html' title='tHE sToRY of a LittLE LamB and tHE KrABi bEAcHBOY'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SfszGynI/AAAAAAAAAM4/58LFHe-Btmw/s72-c/little.lamb.krabi.boy.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-7305915511351382304</id><published>2009-08-17T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:42:03.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words onli'/><title type='text'>suDdeNLy, an advice from hEAVen or MayBE heLL..i don’t knoW…</title><content type='html'>Two unanswered calls. The timing of the ringing was so inappropriate. Why not later? Why not earlier? Why now? With my feet and hands still wet, i took the phone and looked. 2 missed calls. I called back. "Ei..sorry just now, can't hear the phone!". "Oh. I happen to be here in KL. Free boh? 2.30! I go find you", he says. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He, was a friend of mine from as long as a decade, or something close to it. I never would have thought of him arriving here, considering that he is working at some place far from here. Some few hundreds kilometers away. Anyway, it was his relatives function he was attending, and it happens to be nearby, and so, the visit.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today I find him different from the friend I once known. Very different. Not his attire or his look, coz is still as shabby as always. But his thinking, and the way he looked at this world. In the short conversation that we had, I knew he is a changed man. You couldn't have imagined how a man he was 2 years back. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"The penny is even bigger than the wheels of the cart", a Chinese saying goes. THIS is the impression he gives before this. He values his money so much, that he eats he cheapest food he can get hold of during Uni time, he shops for the cheapest shampoo brand to use during sales season. And worst of all, he is still using the 14" CRT monitor from the 80's in his Uni time for his computer, and even back then, LCD is already considered to be normal. And we never succeeded in asking him to join us to wherever outing that we happen to organise, be it a short trip to the cinema, excursion to the Taman Negara, or even the countdown session on every christmas eve. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But right now, in front of me, he is saying that he has been to Taiwan recently, and is planning on going to Shanghai at the end of the year! "Don't you know? I put it up in my Facebook account!", he says. Then he ask me whether I played the "restaurant city" game. I said no. "What? What la...u so outdated one! Everybody has a FB account right now, and its fun!", he continues. It's kinda strange to have him say this to me. Among all my friends and colleagues, he is the one least qualified to say that I am so so outdated, at least it was true 2 years back. Coz old fashion was his theme. Conservative and conventional was his belief back then! TNS! And now I find myself lectured by this fucker friend of mine about me not being active in FB. Basically, I'm not that anti FB, but just that i still can't get accustomed to the idea of sharing all your photos for others to see. And the "what's on your mind" thing, sometimes i feel like is becoming of a gossip at the fish market, and it can be a great time waster sometimes. Of coz many times, it's great entertainment to see people whacking each other. But i have got to salute this creator of FB, for he has the power to convince even uncles and auntys and even grandpas and grandmas to use FB. E-circles failed to do it. Friendster fails to do it. Even Myspace failed to do it. For this I salute him. 100%.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So i asked him what made the change. He says it was the accident that made him change. He was hit by a car and he broke his leg, arm, and some other bones, and is still walking a bit awkwardly as of now. Very lucky for him. For him, every single day after the accident was a day earned. It's like to live after you have died. If we were to think this way, then there is really nothing that can make us fear or shy or whatsoever. There is nothing worse than death itself. I still remembered him saying last time that the first thought that came across his mind when he was lying on the road is "What is the purpose of me having so much money?" &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I guess that is really true. To be truly engrossed in making money only and neglect the other important things is life is just something too stupid to do. At least true from this real life experience of my friend. I am happy that he has made this visit today. Coz i think this is an advise from heaven...i suppose. I hope my friend will continue to lead a happy life. BTW, he still not very successfull in detaching himself from the money thing, just much better than he was 2 years back. Coz 70% of the conversation with him this afternoon was about analyzing the ups and downs of the stock market. Well, at least not 100%. Is good enough already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-7305915511351382304?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7305915511351382304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/08/suddenly-advice-from-heaven-or-maybe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7305915511351382304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/7305915511351382304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/08/suddenly-advice-from-heaven-or-maybe.html' title='suDdeNLy, an advice from hEAVen or MayBE heLL..i don’t knoW…'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-8137653458897165968</id><published>2009-07-06T06:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T03:28:15.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>mY toP 5 woRsT ciNeMA ExPeriEnCe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;mY toP 5 woRsT ciNeMA ExPeriEnCe&lt;br/&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SfDOJVhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KTX1G2b4Spw/s800/bad.cinema.xperience.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SXCx2eeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hBk8NbQ2dZw/s800/bad.cinema.xperience.small.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Less of talking. Just let the sketch do the talking.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No.1&lt;br/&gt;SOMEONE NEXT TO YOU FALL ASLEEP AND START SNORING ALL THE WAY TILL THE END. YOU WANNA KNOCK HIS HEAD WITH YOUR SHOE, BUT THE &lt;i&gt;PENDIDIKAN MORAL&lt;/i&gt; SUBJECT YOU LEARNT IN SCHOOL SEEMS TO HAVE SOME EFFECT ON YOU...CAUSING YOU TO HOLD BACK AND CONTINUE ENDURE THIS PAINFUL MOVIE NIGHT TILL THE END...T.N.S....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;You SLEEP at your home, please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SXzqWrTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2Sr1Ly_q4y8/s800/bad.cinema.xperience1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SXzqWrTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2Sr1Ly_q4y8/s800/bad.cinema.xperience1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No.2&lt;br/&gt;YOU FOUND SOME F*ckER WHO KEEPS REPEATING THE STORYLINE TO HIS FRIEND...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Tell ya...the HERO gonna DIE after this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SYw9xJ3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/_HNDW0ShuNE/s800/bad.cinema.xperience3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SYw9xJ3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/_HNDW0ShuNE/s800/bad.cinema.xperience3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No.3&lt;br/&gt;SEATED IN FRONT OF YOU IS A DISTANT RELATIVE OF YAO MING, HIS HEAD BLOCKING HALF OF YOUR VIEW ON THE SCREEN, AND YOU WISH YOU COULD TRIM IT USING A PAIR OF GRASS TRIMMER.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No.4&lt;br/&gt;THOSE WHO TALKS ON HIS HANDPHONE LIKE HISGRANFATHER OWNS THE CINEMA...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;YoU REaLLY NeeD TO be sO tALL mEh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SYd8b8kI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wfCapNBXqME/s800/bad.cinema.xperience2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SYd8b8kI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wfCapNBXqME/s800/bad.cinema.xperience2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No.5&lt;br/&gt;THE TICKET IS SELLING LIKE HOT CAKES, AND YOU ARE THE UNLUCKY ONE HAVING THE FIRST ROW OF SEAT. NICE VIEW, MAN! I MEAN...THE SUBTITLES PART ONLY...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;AIYO! NeCk pAIN LaR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Sa3B7FLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LVGsz1M59eY/s800/bad.cinema.xperience5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Sa3B7FLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LVGsz1M59eY/s800/bad.cinema.xperience5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6675955112813895951-8137653458897165968?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8137653458897165968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-top-5-worst-cinema-experience.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8137653458897165968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8137653458897165968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-top-5-worst-cinema-experience.html' title='mY toP 5 woRsT ciNeMA ExPeriEnCe'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SXCx2eeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hBk8NbQ2dZw/s72-c/bad.cinema.xperience.small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-2007800924880629796</id><published>2009-05-10T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T03:35:50.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>bus sToP cHicKEN RiCE, the bEST in towN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;BUS STOP CHICKEN RICE&lt;br/&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SPC6D1kI/AAAAAAAAAL0/V72711lAz94/s800/bus.stop.chicken.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SQKkx-KI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SpBRmejQjyE/s800/bus.stop.chicken.jpg" alt="BUS STOP CHICKEN RICE" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"It's very hot here! And yet no air cond! And look at the queue...don't you think is a little foolish?" As I remember saying to the friend who brought me there for the first time. But as soon as the food was inside the mouth, I'm convinced, I'm surprised, I understand WHY, and I'm feeling great. I feel like I'm on heaven!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Somewhere on this planet there is this one small town called S.K., and the village is dotted with many2 nice foods. Above them all, there is one that I can say is the signature food of the town. It's the chicken rice. Not the regular roasted one, but this is special. It's "white chicken rice" as the local calls it. BUt I think it is one of the variant of Hainanese Chicken Rice.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;It's a bus stop next to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SQ6hDoVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yE1jD_beaGQ/s800/bus.stop.chicken1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SQ6hDoVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yE1jD_beaGQ/s800/bus.stop.chicken1.jpg" alt="It's a bus stop next to it" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The Chicken Rice Stall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SRZPIOLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7GxJpZ1X9Ro/s800/bus.stop.chicken2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SRZPIOLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7GxJpZ1X9Ro/s800/bus.stop.chicken2.jpg" alt="The Chicken Rice Stall" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you were to ask me the name of the shop, i'll have to ask the seller. The shop or stall, as I would call it, does not really have a sign board. So, everybody starts to give names while trying to refer that place for lunch. Among all, the best suited one would be this "bus stop chicken rice", Coz the stall is just next to one. The bus stop is the landmark that you surely have to look for if you were to search for this place. Hence, this is how the name comes. But I don't think the chicken rice boss knows that. Maybe I'll tel him next time. Unless he put up a signboard, i'll continue to call it that way. I'll call it MY way.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The chicken Rice basically consists of chicken, rice and sauce. Chicken is very very very smooth! I've gotta repeat these a few times to actually illustrate how smooth it is. The chicken skin, especially can be used as a substitute for banana skin if you were to play a trick on someone you hate. Very slippery! And the chicken is coated with a nice aroma of oily sauce, some sweetness together with the tenderly meat! Arrgghhh!!! I shouldn't be writing this before my lunch...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;baNaNa skin substitute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SUODqkAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/A0hChazpTOA/s800/bus.stop.chicken5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SUODqkAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/A0hChazpTOA/s800/bus.stop.chicken5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And the second part is the RICE. They call it oil rice. Yellowish white in color, these rice is superb! The superb aroma of ginger and garlic is so strong that the whole place is engulfed in this smell of chicken rice. The way they make it, the rice are not sticky, no too wet nor too dry. And everytime I go there, I sure to order another extra bowl of rice to top up. It's just so tasty.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The fragrance of the RICE...see the chart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SWDNcTTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9FQmO2l5klM/s800/bus.stop.chicken8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SWDNcTTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9FQmO2l5klM/s800/bus.stop.chicken8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And the 3rd element of a nice chicken rice is the SAUCE. This is the "catalyst" that brings the chicken rice to the top of the sky. Dip the chicken meat and mix it with the oily rice, the combination can send you on cloud 9 straight away. Ooo...I love it! Until now, I still do not know what is inside the sauce. But I can make a clever guess. There are some finely minced red chilli, green chilli, ginger, some garlic maybe? and some sesame or chicken oil I think, and sugar must have been added inside, coz it's sweet also.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;It's the saUCE that rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SUhaP02I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/svuBQehbF5w/s800/bus.stop.chicken6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SUhaP02I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/svuBQehbF5w/s800/bus.stop.chicken6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The best part of this chicken rice is that it's sold at a reasonable price. Though the price has increased over the years (especially after last year's oil hike), it is still considered a cheap street food. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;reAsonaBLe pricing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SVCbnEDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dwxr_bMIDkU/s800/bus.stop.chicken7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SVCbnEDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dwxr_bMIDkU/s800/bus.stop.chicken7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;my custom dESigN for the sigNBoarD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0STQp97KI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jXeyJaATo7g/s800/bus.stop.chicken4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0STQp97KI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jXeyJaATo7g/s800/bus.stop.chicken4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;BTw, I'm considering to ask the boss whether he can teach me his chicken rice recipe or not, with a fee maybe. But I doubt it. First, I'm not a Hainanese. Secondly, do you think the boss will risk his business to some chap who might one day open a chicken rice stall next to his? So, is anybody out there who can teach me how to make delicious Hainanese Chicken Rice? A friend of mine, Mr "CUTEbanana" as he calls himself, says that he will open a chicken rice shop if he got fired as an engineer. I think the recipe might be useful to him too! So, someone with expert cooking talent, please help me! Or help this *cute* BANANA friend of mine! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;p/s: Maybe I will propose my design of the stall's signboard to the boss in exchange for his recipe...do you guys think it will work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-2007800924880629796?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2007800924880629796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/05/bus-stop-chicken-rice-best-in-town.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2007800924880629796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2007800924880629796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/05/bus-stop-chicken-rice-best-in-town.html' title='bus sToP cHicKEN RiCE, the bEST in towN!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SQKkx-KI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SpBRmejQjyE/s72-c/bus.stop.chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-2912476005528835221</id><published>2009-02-23T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:54:05.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>I bought myself a camera…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;I bought myself a camera!&lt;br /&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SIrJJg4I/AAAAAAAAALo/OWj9Pt7Mu20/s800/i.bought.myself.camera.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SKGLgC-I/AAAAAAAAALs/S0ZS-O98Dak/s800/i.bought.myself.camera.jpg" alt="I bought myself a camera!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is old news, but still worth mentioning. I would want to remind myself that I bought a pretty expensive camera last Christmas, compared with what I have been earning so far. And by writing it down here, I think it will serve as a reminder to me...USE IT WELL...USE IT WELL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, why an SLR? Answer is simple. I don't want to see any blurry, out of focus pictures anymore! Using the normal point and shoot camera is just too frustrating, especially if you have a nice scenery, only to find it blurred on the computer screen back home. Well, don't you agree? Nice scenes and leng luis are hard to come by...once you miss the chance, there probably won't be any second chance to take it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Many many BUTTONS ar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SBWLiq8I/AAAAAAAAALY/1qfbVj76Zvc/s800/i.bought.myself.camera3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SBWLiq8I/AAAAAAAAALY/1qfbVj76Zvc/s800/i.bought.myself.camera3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a beginner in photography, everything seems so new to me. There are just so many new words, Aperture Priority, Shutter Priority, AE Lock, metering, EV, etc etc etc...with all the different buttons plastered all around the camera body. Many many buttons. So many that it took you a while before I could actually remember all the functions. However, lucky (or rather unlucky) for me, I have a bunch of photog-fever colleagues who helps learning much faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my colleagues are partly responsible for me buying the camera. You know, one tries to poison another to buy, the other gets poisoned, and everyone starts poisoning each other and finally ALL is poisoned. The one who gets poisoned worst...are the one who starts the poisoning first. That's the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;All the camera BIG GUNS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SAjommmI/AAAAAAAAALU/TRn5D2gLyyI/s800/i.bought.myself.camera2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SAjommmI/AAAAAAAAALU/TRn5D2gLyyI/s800/i.bought.myself.camera2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that camera manufacturers out there are also aware of this phenomenon, the growing popularity of photography as a hobby. That's why we see all of them jostling each other for the market share. Canon, Nikon, Sony, Olympus, Pentax, Fuji...all has many ranges of camera to offer. All waiting to POISON us all. And Flickr too, is part of it. In fact, is LARGE part of it. Nothing to say here. One willing to sell, the other willing to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;PORTRAIT...see the CAT over there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SLN4F6JI/AAAAAAAAALw/gtP4DhkwI88/s800/i.bought.myself.camera7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SLN4F6JI/AAAAAAAAALw/gtP4DhkwI88/s800/i.bought.myself.camera7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like portraits photos more than anything else. At least I like to see them. Taking them is a bit of problem here, as it requires the greatest skills, and models are not that much. Simply taking other people's photos is another way to solve it, but it may bring unwanted troubles. Privacy is the word they gonna shout at you. So, to avoid these, the only thing you could do is to take your close friends and families or even YOUR CAT as the temporary model. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...i think i gonna try dolls later...anyone got extra cutie, kawaii dolls to borrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say this time. Just no mood. Next time...next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;MACRO...see the BOKEH effect back there? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SCgQeQPI/AAAAAAAAALg/pGPLqAMkQR8/s800/i.bought.myself.camera5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SCgQeQPI/AAAAAAAAALg/pGPLqAMkQR8/s800/i.bought.myself.camera5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;SPORT MODE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SCAwdxPI/AAAAAAAAALc/0hSMdTQ6Yzc/s800/i.bought.myself.camera4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SCAwdxPI/AAAAAAAAALc/0hSMdTQ6Yzc/s800/i.bought.myself.camera4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Landscape...must use WIDE ANGLE LENS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SDVNXcBI/AAAAAAAAALk/SG163Ku1zJo/s800/i.bought.myself.camera6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SDVNXcBI/AAAAAAAAALk/SG163Ku1zJo/s800/i.bought.myself.camera6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6675955112813895951-2912476005528835221?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2912476005528835221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-bought-myself-camera.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2912476005528835221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2912476005528835221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-bought-myself-camera.html' title='I bought myself a camera…'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0SKGLgC-I/AAAAAAAAALs/S0ZS-O98Dak/s72-c/i.bought.myself.camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-672770375029976147</id><published>2009-02-03T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:47:01.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>What “gonG Xi Fa cHai” meaN to YoU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;What "gonG Xi Fa cHai" meaN to YoU?&lt;br /&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R8xkiWCI/AAAAAAAAALI/jVqONt_qJuI/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R-wBRQpI/AAAAAAAAALM/JCeAxD--8s0/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean.jpg" alt="What "gonG Xi Fa cHai" meaN to YoU?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gong Xi Fa Chai!"&lt;br /&gt;"Gong Hei Fatt Choi!"&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Chinese New Year!"&lt;br /&gt;It's the Chinese New Year! It's the Chinese New Year! 2009! How's your CNY cellebration? Happy? Boring? Or just another holiday with some red fonts on your calendar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What "gonG Xi Fa cHai" meaN to a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Fireworks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through many CNYs, and over the years, I've noticed something obvious about how the general Chinese population see it. Even for myself, the meaning of CNY has changed dramatically. The celebration seems to have lost the meaning i.e., nobody seems to care WHY and WHAT they are celebrating...CNY? It's just another holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child in the olden days, the single most fascinating activities during CNY is playing fireworks. THAT was the meaning of CNY for me those days. I used to play all sorts of fireworks, from the childish one (with negligable small explosion) to the big boys fireworks that has the explosion effect that can match those of a dynamite. There are just so many possibilities and ways of lighting and playing with fireworks, where the only limit is your imagination! Of coz, there are some minor accidents along the way, and we'll get scolded sometimes by the adults, but I've never regretted doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The only LIMIT, is your IMAGINATION! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R0CRyZ1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/RsUmZn1UHEw/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean2big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R0_dyFpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6Ewe1YnnEc8/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over time, too many fireworks-related-accidents happened, and the government finally put an end to fireworks. Means NO FIREWORKS for the rest of the history of Malaysia. T.N.S.! W.T.F.! @$#@$$#@$@! Nevertheless, some minority of peole still do able to smuggle them into the hands of those who is willing to pay the price. But just a very very small percentage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity that children nowadays had missed something as great as fireworks in their childhood. The over protective parents nowadays, is sure to deter their children from laying their hands on the fireworks. "No...boy-boy, it's very dangerous! Nyeh nyeh nyeh...bla bla bla bla..." Just hate it so much when I hear any parent saying this... no wonder children nowadays are glued to the computer monitor playing online RPG games...sooo booorriiinng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And becoz of this, there is not much CNY mood around nowadays. I still recall the time when I was small, 90% of the time I can hear firecrackers here and there, where the atmosphere was so lively! But look at it now, what can you hear? All I can hear is flies and mosquitoes flying around...and some artificial firecracker sounds from the TV. T.N.S.! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The MOOD was so LiVELY those daYs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RzNE5OiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NuZah20J2aw/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RzNE5OiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NuZah20J2aw/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What "gonG Xi Fa cHai" meaN to a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*AngPoWs! $$$ Red Packets! $$$*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, for me is the 2nd most exciting thing to look forward to in CNY as a child. This is where all the financing for the PLaYStation and Nitendo Wii come from! There more relatives you have got, the more angpows you'll get! It's just that simple! But although quantity counts, the *quality* of the angpow is sometimes more important, don't u agree? Nevertheless, I am already happy to get angpow those times, the amount doesn't really matter lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;anGPoW time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R1RwReMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hak03F1tqsY/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R1RwReMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hak03F1tqsY/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What "gonG Xi Fa cHai" meaN to a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Foodies!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 3rd most important thing to look forward to in CNY. &lt;i&gt;Nien Kou&lt;/i&gt; is my favourite. This sticky little delicacy where you can only taste it once every year, is soooooo delicious! Yummy! Other yummy cookies are the spring roll, kuih kapit and honeycomb biscuits. These are oily foods. Overdose of these can have irreversible effect on the waist line, really. But to a small kid, what the ****! "GuLP!, RELoaD!, GuLP!, RELoaD!, GuLP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nien Kou&lt;/i&gt; is my favourite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R1x4WbrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kIFmQ6bWGj0/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R1x4WbrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kIFmQ6bWGj0/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What "gonG Xi Fa cHai" meaN to adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*OuCh!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the adults, generally CNY is something that means NIGHTMARE, especially so if you are a married man/women. Expenditures on angpows alone can come out to thousands or so, and all the preparation for the CNY occasion and house makeover, will burn a dEEP hole in the wallet. Can you see it? What goes around comes around. All those angpows that you get as a child, you'll have to return it back! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Burn a dEEP dEEP HoLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R2Tmm0PI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LRyhk6kUMO4/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R2Tmm0PI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LRyhk6kUMO4/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What "gonG Xi Fa cHai" meaN to adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*LAdies and gentlemen...showOFF time!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is also a time when some long time buddy and schoolmates will have gathering annually and &lt;del datetime="2009-02-02T08:52:46+00:00"&gt;talk shit&lt;/del&gt; exchange info/knowledge. Initially, it's like "How do you do" sort of thing...then it gradually becomes a place of building business relationship. Then, people started distributing name cards and exchanging phone numbers and emails. That is still OK for me. But things start get a bit over when one or two rotten tomatoes started with "I'm the MANAGER of XXX company now" thingy. And then everyone will be like asking each other like where is their most recent trip overseas? Europe?             Japan? Australia? And some will &lt;del datetime="2009-02-02T09:50:32+00:00"&gt;purposely&lt;/del&gt; accidentally hint that they are their own boss, and having a company to run, and that they have the latest Ferrari at the back of their garage. I really envy and admire them, and I am happy that they are successful in life. But just that sometimes I feel *down* when the same guy just now asked me how have I been doing, and I would be speechless... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;I'm the mANAZER now! yOU Leh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R3FrcVwI/AAAAAAAAALA/XiVT8pmDT-g/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R3FrcVwI/AAAAAAAAALA/XiVT8pmDT-g/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What "gonG Xi Fa cHai" *SHOULD* meaN to YoU and mE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*REUnioN!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to think very hard why our ancestor invent such a thing as Chinese New Year. I think I got the answer. It's not for ANY the reasons I have just mentioned. It's a celebration where all our family members gather together and have a hearty meal, have fun, and to remind ourselves that no matter what, we are still a FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;And "gonG Xi Fa cHai" *SHOULD* meaN THIS to YoU and mE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;"gonG Xi Fa cHai" *SHOULD* meaN THIS to YoU and mE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R4Hi5SlI/AAAAAAAAALE/eYZoN05UJ_w/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R4Hi5SlI/AAAAAAAAALE/eYZoN05UJ_w/s800/what-gongxifacai-mean7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's your "gonG Xi Fa cHai" celebration going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-672770375029976147?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/672770375029976147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-gong-xi-fa-chai-mean-to-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/672770375029976147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/672770375029976147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-gong-xi-fa-chai-mean-to-you.html' title='What “gonG Xi Fa cHai” meaN to YoU?'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0R-wBRQpI/AAAAAAAAALM/JCeAxD--8s0/s72-c/what-gongxifacai-mean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-3102589582146896081</id><published>2009-01-05T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:23:56.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>The creDit cRuncH; yR 2008 deja-Vu of The Great Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The creDit cRuncH 2008&lt;br /&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RqC-BYnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DJawaReynO0/s800/the-stock-crashes.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RrmXiC-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ObSCgvRVA_w/s800/the-stock-crashes.jpg" alt="The creDit cRuncH 2008" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months, the financial section of the local newspaper is filled with many many negative news. It's in these times that I could see some very BiG, BoLD, and ConTrasTy fonts plastered across the tabloid like nobody's business. Business section suddenly become the main part of the newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Stock pLuNGeS all over the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Rv6PET0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3o0srIISxxs/s800/the-stock-crashes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Rv6PET0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/3o0srIISxxs/s800/the-stock-crashes4.jpg" alt="Stock pLuNGeS all over the world" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day when the Dow Jones fell 25%, I've seen a very steep drop in the index graph on the paper..so steep that it's like a ravine among the mountains. And everywhere, you could see RED more than GREEN. A look into the stockboard, and you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The Credit Crunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RwgIiPUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DN174L19PcI/s800/the-stock-crashes5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RwgIiPUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DN174L19PcI/s800/the-stock-crashes5.jpg" alt="The Credit Crunch" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That week, I learned one new term. It's called Credit Crunch. Not the &lt;i&gt;Coco Crunch&lt;/i&gt; that you took when you're a kid. Not that one. As far as I know, its the tumbling of the financial giants due to their mortgage based investments gone bad. Which also means that people cannot pay what they borrowed from the banks. Thats how giants like Lehman Brothers got bankrupt and trigger a super chain reaction of 'kABooMs' all over the world's financial markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to see the faces of the traders at the NYSE, you'll notice the contrast were so obvious. From a happy and joyful look a few months earlier in the stock rally to the frightened, weeping, and disappointed look that very week. Frankly speaking, I don't know how much they have lost, but I do know they've lost almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Some will have to JUMP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Rt_696GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XgjEcO0tyCw/s800/the-stock-crashes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Rt_696GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XgjEcO0tyCw/s800/the-stock-crashes1.jpg" alt="Some will have to JUMP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that this is similar to the Great Depression in the 1930s. I don't know what that was, but I guess I had gone through one similar one during my early childhood days, the Asian Financial Crisis of 1997. Back then, I could recall clearly that many businesses were gone and went bankrupt. Stocks are so undervalued, that many are holding a stacks of useless paper. Also heard a lot of unofficial news of stock traders jumping off to suicide, coz they owed so much money, they'll never be able to pay it for generations. It's either they get chased by the banks, or worse still by the AH LONGS that they borrowed money from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Some will have get chased by AH LONGS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RulD2liI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4I-1CmYxT3U/s800/the-stock-crashes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RulD2liI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4I-1CmYxT3U/s800/the-stock-crashes2.jpg" alt="Some will have get chased by AH LONGS" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of a TVB series called &lt;a href="http://track.webgains.com/click.html?wgcampaignid=43833&amp;wgprogramid=1120&amp;wgtarget=http://www.yesasia.com/global/the-greed-of-man-dvd-end-uncut-edition-english-subtitled-tvb-drama/1011114830-0-0-0-en/info.html"&gt;“The Greed of Man” a.k.a. 大时代&lt;/a&gt;, starring Lau Ching Wan. The drama is also about the ups and downs of the stock market in Hong Kong, and how much grieves it has brought to people there. And I foresee things are repeating again and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, I still think there is some minority out there who is winning BIG out of this. Those, you call them BIG FISH. The one who lose, the MAJORITY, are the SMALL FISH. For me, this game of stock is always the game of BIG FISH eating the SMALL FISH. And this time around, many SMALL FISHES are in DEEP SHIT. Some are lucky to escape early enough, but majority are just like hopeless SMALL FISHes waiting to become somebody's dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The BIG FISH and small fish theory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RvTKgg1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/itdyl-2hVZ8/s800/the-stock-crashes3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RvTKgg1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/itdyl-2hVZ8/s800/the-stock-crashes3.jpg" alt="The BIG FISH and small fish theory" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this is not gonna last too long. And by the way, this is a good time for BIG FISH thinking alikes to start FISHING!&lt;br /&gt;Happy FisHinG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-3102589582146896081?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3102589582146896081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/01/credit-crunch-yr-2008-deja-vu-of-great.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3102589582146896081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3102589582146896081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2009/01/credit-crunch-yr-2008-deja-vu-of-great.html' title='The creDit cRuncH; yR 2008 deja-Vu of The Great Depression'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RrmXiC-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ObSCgvRVA_w/s72-c/the-stock-crashes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-6514728357892177447</id><published>2008-11-16T09:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:08:50.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>fLY! To BahRaIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;fLY to Bahrain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RcmRNPoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sgfvwP-7EHM/s800/Fly2Bahrain.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RdAcsKSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TK8mu1DbhdI/s800/Fly2Bahrain.jpg" alt="fLY to Bahrain!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. On a 2-week-working trip to this country called Bahrain. Never heard of it? So am I a while ago. Location: Middle East. Next to the Arabic Sea. It's my first time on a long journey flight. I nearly covered half the globe this time...nearly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the day of flight, me and my colleague Ding went to KLIA Airport as early as 8am to check in. But the airline was not as punctual as us. We were stunned after learning that the departure flight was delayed by 5 hours! Yes, F-I-V-E ! WTF! Ding and I were like...you know what I mean?...really makes me wanna say foul words again....Xx!@#@%$$! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after checking in, initially we just wander around aimlessly until we found a McDonald's inside he airport. Both of us had some breakfast there, and started surfing through our laptops. Time passes so slowly that moment. But the battery life of my laptop is not that long. And there don't seems to have any power adapter available nearby. So, bye-bye to the internet. Still another 3 hours! What to do leh?!!! Ding's computer battery was more durable than mine, but he still do get bored with the surfing..."I'm SLEEPY..", he said. Stacking his luggage on his seat, he make a short nap to kill some time...zzZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I just sat there like a dumbass, looking boringly out of the restaurant. Saw a &lt;i&gt;"leng-chai"&lt;/i&gt; (handsome) pilot busy flirting around with a pretty air stewardess in the nearby table. The girl seems more than happy. Same also with the guy. Any, the pilot looked like a big time playboy to me...but anyhow, you can't judge a book by its cover, so I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the couple left, there isn't much things to look at, just the front view of the interior airport. It's a nice architectural design, especially the roof, whereas the columns was like a bunch of concrete tree trunks to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Ding's SLEEPY LooK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RhU56NmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/a-9FilQtBIc/s800/Fly2Bahrain3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RhU56NmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/a-9FilQtBIc/s800/Fly2Bahrain3.jpg" alt="Ding's SLEEPY LooK" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so boring, I just took some random pics with my landfill-camera. A few is Ding's sleeping look. Hope he don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;I got so bored, I took a leftover McD tissue paper from my breakfast meal, and I do this...you'll know what I meant when u see this pic below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;the tissue paper and the peN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE7Svudm6DI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yfAbaypf-ik/s800/Fly2Bahrain8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE7Svudm6DI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yfAbaypf-ik/s800/Fly2Bahrain8.jpg" alt="tissue paper + peN" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's already time for boarding. We packed our things swiftly and proceed to the departure area. Gulf Air is the airline name. Never heard of it b4 this. An hour later, I think I know the answer fo its non popularity, coz there's damn lots of things to complaint about! The worst of all is the quality of the entertainment system offered. Blurry LCD, faulty headphones (only one side got sound!), and the best part is, there is this constant cracking sound emitting form the headphones! Such a distraction! T.N.S.! Coupled with the narrow range of channels available, with 70% of them are Arabic, there isn't really much to choose from. The HULK seems to be the best, and so I watched, skipped to the next, and rewatch couple of times...till I get totally frustrated with the stupid 'cracking' headphone noise! Shutting the whole thing off out of anger, I took out the same tissue paper I brought from McD, resuming 'the work'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The plane suCKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RiROyfNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uT9QuKGC4PQ/s800/Fly2Bahrain4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RiROyfNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uT9QuKGC4PQ/s800/Fly2Bahrain4.jpg" alt="The plane suCKS!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that pisses me of is the way some of the passengers are behaving. Since I am seated at the very last seat in the ECONOMY class, where the toilet is a mere 2 feet away, you kind of feel *~stressed~* when some passengers have a habit of NOT closing back the door after their BUSINESS. Things become worse when you're in the middle of having your lunch at your seat! Can you imagine what is my *~fEELinG~* back then? But luckily, there is still this exhaust fan inside the toilet that keeps the SmeLLy air from coming out. But anyway, it really irked me! Can't you ppl have a better toilet manners? K.N.N.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The last seat next to the TOILET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RjUTPW9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EI2X6GfJAKc/s800/Fly2Bahrain5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RjUTPW9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EI2X6GfJAKc/s800/Fly2Bahrain5.jpg" alt="The last seat next to the TOILET!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there is something to be happy about. At least there is...ahem!.., some beautiful air stewardess around. That's the only consolation I could thought of. There is this funny instance where I was asking for a cup of "Sky Juice" from one air stewardess, and she can't make head or tail of what I am asking for. Then there one of the air stewardess (the prettiest one), explaining to her the meaning of Sky Juice = pure water. I should have said plain water instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The pretty air stewardess and the SKY Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RktGDcbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aKdPUzGJktc/s800/Fly2Bahrain6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RktGDcbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aKdPUzGJktc/s800/Fly2Bahrain6.jpg" alt="The pretty air stewardess and the SKY Juice" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I heard form others and info collection, Bahrain gives me a not so good impression. Desert land, temperatures as high as 50 C is surely a number one turnoff. Besides, the high exchange rate, 1 Bahrain Dinar = 10 RM also mean my wallet has shrunk by a factor of 10. It surely won't be easy...won't be easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Bahrain quick facts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RlcVKidI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G5akRmqAs0s/s800/Fly2Bahrain7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RlcVKidI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G5akRmqAs0s/s800/Fly2Bahrain7.jpg" alt="Bahrain quick facts" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was sooOOOOO long, 8 hours to be exact. The feeling is like going on a space vacation form one planet to the other! Just wondering when can I reach the destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;8 hours! It's like travelling to another pLaNET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RfTuWiZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JnN7aqEftw8/s800/Fly2Bahrain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RfTuWiZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JnN7aqEftw8/s800/Fly2Bahrain2.jpg" alt="8 hours! It's like travelling to another pLaNET!" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6675955112813895951-6514728357892177447?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6514728357892177447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/11/fly-to-bahrain.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/6514728357892177447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/6514728357892177447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/11/fly-to-bahrain.html' title='fLY! To BahRaIN!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RdAcsKSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TK8mu1DbhdI/s72-c/Fly2Bahrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-6812819093617120114</id><published>2008-10-30T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:11:14.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>thE attAck of the ReD bomb!</title><content type='html'>Need I to explain to you what is meant by RED BOMB? It simply a funnier way to mean a wedding invitation card. 'Red' is referring to the color of the card, while 'BoMb' is because the damages it inflicts on the receiver, though not in the form of physical injury of course. The damages will be in...err...well,...financial. For Chinese culture, when we attend a wedding dinner, we are supposed to return the "ang pow" - also a red packet containing $$$, as a gift in return for the favor of the couple inviting you for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;thE attAck of the ReD bomb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RQNg9LcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/P3rL7Exdb7Q/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RRd205AI/AAAAAAAAAI8/369QrU0M6yE/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb.jpg" alt="thE attAck of the ReD bomb!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 8th month in the lunar calendar is always the 'preferred' month for most of the Chinese weddings to take place where most of the auspicious dates often drop inside this month. Maybe it's becoz of the "fatt" factor of the 8. Coupled with the Mooncake Festival, the restaurants will be fully booked well ahead in schedule. I've heard stories of couples having to book a year ahead! Since the lunar calendar is normally  a month earlier compared with Roman calendar, so it means this peak period you always find it between September and October. Red bombs will be flying around like nobody's business, and many will get hurt. I'm one of them, especially this year. :) I could understand though...coz my batch of friends mostly are at an age where marriage is the 'IN' thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;thE Trending of Red BomB frequency over the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RSIwa84I/AAAAAAAAAJA/VfjO2UYKqRU/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RSIwa84I/AAAAAAAAAJA/VfjO2UYKqRU/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb1.jpg" alt="thE Trending of Red BomB frequency over the year" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can actually sense the 'red Bomb' coming my way somehow or rather. This is especially true when all of a sudden you have got a call or sms or email from a friend that hasn't shown on your phone display for a long time. Ok, Brothers and Sisters out there, I'm not implying anything here, alrite...dun get misunderstood. I feel honored to be invited by you all, and I'm more than happy to attend, but sometimes truth is truth right? So, the moment you read the message or email, where it is written very politely...with all the flowery languages, and all the nice words. But if you really want to see it in an Ultra-Negative way, all the flowery languages will change to this; "I wish you could attend my wedding so you could help me PAY for the dinner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;I'm getting MArrieD! GiVe Me your ReDpacKET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RS3_SOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/0BgiBRy0NCc/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RS3_SOII/AAAAAAAAAJE/0BgiBRy0NCc/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb2.jpg" alt="I'm getting MArrieD! GiVe Me your ReDpacKET!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ang pow, this is the more interesting part. The first question that comes to the mind will be...how much should I put? Well, one thing I can be sure of is...the price is getting higher and higher these days. Of coz the *amount* varies according to the level of friendship or relationship between you and the one inviting you. Not to be forgotten is that it also depends on where the dinner is taking place. You can't expect to get good angpow rates if you're havin it in a village compared to big cities. A table of 10 in a five star hotel ballroom certainly cost more than a grand, while half a grand will suffice for a same table in suburb area. So, the *amount*, you'll have to do the calculation. Considering my current assets and net worth, a 100 bucks packet will put an "Ouch!" in my mouth. Anything greater than that...it'll burn a deep hole in my wallet. And a few of these hole burning exercise in a row, and I'll have to take bread for the remaining days of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;how BiG is yourS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RTez0RmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SjI4Pw7_Aps/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RTez0RmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SjI4Pw7_Aps/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb3.jpg" alt="how BiG is yourS?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the big day comes, you will dress yourself up smartly for the event, where theoretically, you go there to witness and celebrate that very important moment of your buddy. But I don't know why, through many years of localized culture or whatsoever, the wedding dinner has suddenly become a place for endless "Yum Seng" and crazy "karaOKE-ing" by some. Sometimes, I do think that the real meaning of wedding dinner has gradually lost especially now. I dare to challenge anyone...that half of the attendees do not know or worse still, don't even care about what is happening in the front stage during the ceremonies. What interests them may probably be how the next dish will look like, or they might be busy looking for that bottle of Chivas Regal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;the UnStoPPabLe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RT-UaInI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aVLGJjCIkaE/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RT-UaInI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aVLGJjCIkaE/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb4.jpg" alt="the UnStoPPabLe!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst experience for me is always this...having to endure all those "UnsToPPaBLE" uncles and auntys karaoke-ing the whole night. They'll hold on to the microphone the whole night singing endlessly one song after the other. Things will get even worse when the "Tai Kam Jeh" (emcee for a Chinese wedding) is also of the same gang of karaoke lovers. Then, the whole night changed to a horrible concert venue. Only difference is, you get food served while watching it, and secondly, 99% of the time, the singing skills of them...sigh...let's just skip that part okie? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at a recent wedding dinner of my ex coursemate in uni time, I still do have to endure these typical moment. Just that this time, I choose to see it in a funnier way to make my day feel better. I was taking a pic of my other coursemates where the LOUD speaker is just inches away from their table. One of them even have to close his ear with hand while posing for the camera! Of coz we didn't talk much on that table...just too difficult to hear what others are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;I just can't stand it ANYmore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RU85KtuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zr51RAlZ09M/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RU85KtuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zr51RAlZ09M/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb5.jpg" alt="I just can't stand it ANYmore!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against singing anyway. Just not too much. And just make sure the "standard" is there LAH...That day, there is this one man who had way too much of Chivas Regal, and he started to sing on stage. Oh...I tell you...The out of beat singing, the "super-singing-POSE" of his, and his never ending persistence is really funny to look at. But anyway, everyone had a good laugh that night, and that may be the best part of the performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;the karaoke POSE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RVscNvzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Op4p2VtimuE/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RVscNvzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Op4p2VtimuE/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb6.jpg" alt="the karaoke POSE!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that the future wedding dinner I attend will have less of those karaoke-ing. It would surely be better if the emcee focus more on the more important ceremony. One of it is the scene where you get all the relatives of the couple to take a group photo and to toss the champagne together and celebrate. Coz at the end of the day, you're going to a WEDDING DINNER, not a concert, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;group PhOTO! YeaH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RWd5EAII/AAAAAAAAAJY/NRlBf_pjSok/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RWd5EAII/AAAAAAAAAJY/NRlBf_pjSok/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb7.jpg" alt="group PhOTO! YeaH!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The real meaning of Wedding Dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RXyMkZuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EErhp6Kcgpk/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RXyMkZuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EErhp6Kcgpk/s800/attack-of-the-redbomb8.jpg" alt="The real meaning of Wedding Dinner" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to those who is having married these few months. For those wedding dinners that I have attended, hopefully my ReDPacKet is acceptable LaR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-6812819093617120114?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6812819093617120114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/10/attack-of-red-bomb.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/6812819093617120114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/6812819093617120114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/10/attack-of-red-bomb.html' title='thE attAck of the ReD bomb!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RRd205AI/AAAAAAAAAI8/369QrU0M6yE/s72-c/attack-of-the-redbomb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-2565314504093430795</id><published>2008-09-27T04:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:20:28.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>aHa! neW hEadeR!</title><content type='html'>Finally! I've had finished making myself a new blog header! How do you guys think of it? OK or not? Whatever you said, I think I am not gonna change it anymore for the time being, coz I've already changed the design for many many times. TOO TIRED! But also very challenging at the same time. When I finish it, I feel a lil sense of satisfaction and most importantly...HAPPY. I don't know why. It seems like this feeling is a stranger to me long long time ago. MAybe THIS is really what you call JoB SaTisFactiON, the feeling that I don't seem to find much in my current day job. Is that a sign of anything? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure! At least I know I like using Photoshop more than AutoCAD or Solidworks or even AVEVA PDMS! For those who don't know what the heck I'm mumbling about, the few latter names are the software used for producing engineering drawings in 2D and 3D. All of them are much more expensive compared with Photoshop. The first one being 3 times, second one 10 times, and the last one is the king of all kings... a few hundred times the price of photoshop! Can you imagine that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My process of making this header can be easily summarized as Sketching &gt; Scanning &gt; Coloring &gt; Cropping &gt; Finish! Tata! I would say the hardest part would be the sketching part...coz sometimes, I just don't have the 'correct feel' and 'inspiration' to sketch. Plus, the crazy work schedule and the 'paradise' working environment here, is sure to be a no.1 inspiration kiLLeR. Too much of rubbish thoughts cloGGing my mind. Get OuT, you RuBBish!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;mY sKetCh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0REYEBUUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/d6VISMnCn1Q/s800/new-header1.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RDccgQHI/AAAAAAAAAII/nd0mdc6CvB8/s800/new-header1.jpg" alt="mY sKetCh!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: The pic above is the sketch on a paper scanned to photoshop. Very big file I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Clouds render effect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RFuRLTSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4uMVg2r5R3M/s800/new-header2.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0REgN02eI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TnLinsdwO-A/s800/new-header2.jpg" alt="Clouds render effect" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: Then I try many to make a cloud to add this dramatic feel to it by using clouds on it. Hmm....too many clouds! I try another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;add coLoR to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RHB_8JAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_xZtWeqrknQ/s800/new-header3.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RGBMDaYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/RVsJ0n30dLc/s800/new-header3.jpg" alt="add coLoR to it" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE:  I put the color inside it lor, simple painting and some gradient...But the color choice is not that good this time around. Just seem to be lack of something, or rather too much color I think...oUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;white background...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RIjIJ6pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cRMI8SvVRPA/s800/new-header4.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RHkVCT2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/q_B_uoibZnM/s800/new-header4.jpg" alt="white background..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR: I removed the cloud and try to make it in white background instead. But the background seems to be just too dirty...so this one is oUT! And the thing that this configuration doesn't seem to 'blend in' with the page background color of #333333 (grey), I gotta omit it liao. Then finally, I tried ThiS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Finally! Blackboard + Chalk Effect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RKLQuCqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/STv6Bgi-RLU/s800/new-header5.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RJEGJrVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tII7qkPf9lo/s800/new-header5.jpg" alt="Finally! Blackboard + Chalk Effect!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE: This! Yeeeeaaaahhh! ;)&lt;br /&gt;The color seems to blend in nicely with the background. For me it reminds me of the blackboard in my primary schOOL. The chalk and board is sOOoo...outdated! But I like it. ☻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture down here shows the pic of a person on the planet Jupiter? With the rocket departing...leaving him behind, the sun is made of a large filament bulb, the beautiful mountains and clouds...I think I can't explain to you the meaning of these, coz I myself draw these randomly out of nothing. Sorry bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;RockeT, dun Leave me HERE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RKrultVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/E1YVysLVUxc/s800/new-header6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RKrultVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/E1YVysLVUxc/s800/new-header6.jpg" alt="RockeT, dun Leave me HERE!!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one, I can tell you something. It's a view from the airplane onto the clouds. ImaGinE! Imagine that you could ride on a skateboard and skate ON the clouds, how nice would it be! And imagine you could sit on a giant sized paper plane and go around without having to pump any petrol at RM 2.52 a litre? (heard they dropped it liao to RM 2.42). Imagine...you could lean on the moon curvature, and do some fishing once in a while, imagine... you could go on a trip of 'beanstalk-hiking'...where you can enjoy the superb view when you reached the top. Imagine...imagine...imagine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;I'm On CloUD 9!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RLVfTfBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MvUOhAtNtYI/s800/new-header7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RLVfTfBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MvUOhAtNtYI/s800/new-header7.jpg" alt="I'm On CloUD 9!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I'm gotta be mad soon imagining these! Gotta stop liao...stop liao...Maybe it's the hangover from last weeks &lt;i&gt;yam SeennnngGG&lt;/i&gt; section with my colleagues. (yam seng means cheers / to propose a toast in Cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could still accept these kind of 'side effect', at least better than one of my colleague's one. He got so 'hanged', he rammed onto an Estima while driving asleep. Yes, ASLEEP! But lucky for him, he woke up from his SLeeP. Lucky for him. Nevertherless, I will still say this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Huan!&lt;/i&gt; Let's try another round! I'll fetch you home this time around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-2565314504093430795?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2565314504093430795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/09/aha-new-header.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2565314504093430795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2565314504093430795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/09/aha-new-header.html' title='aHa! neW hEadeR!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RDccgQHI/AAAAAAAAAII/nd0mdc6CvB8/s72-c/new-header1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-4496319552693002383</id><published>2008-08-27T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:45:19.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>mY beLoVed CaR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;mY beLoVed CaR&lt;br /&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q7dN-l_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CbtfusBeVDY/s800/my-beloved-car.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q8t1JDDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yQISGg_o1Es/s800/my-beloved-car.jpg" alt="I love kara'oke!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SORRY. First of all, SORRY to MySelf for not having the determination and disciple to keep blogging on frequent basis. SORRY again to Readers of this blog (as if there is...) for not updating. Ideas are just hard to come by these days, as I do not know what to &lt;i&gt;sketch&lt;/i&gt; and write about. My mind is just blank for the past few weeks...myabe becoz of the hectic work schedule, and also...hmm...there is no more excuse for me. I have to admit! I am lazy! Alright?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got this nice idea spinning in my mind that day after I got my car's road tax renewed. The car has been with me since the day I landed myself on my first job which was a few years back. Bought a "second-hand" or "used" car instead of new one coz not enuf money lor. No oil reserve underneath my house mah, or anything near to that...if not, it will be &lt;i&gt;Ferrari&lt;/i&gt; I tell you! OK. Enough of bullshitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;15 years old. Happy birthday to YouUUU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RB-6pBJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IBVQILyK8B4/s800/my-beloved-car6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RB-6pBJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IBVQILyK8B4/s800/my-beloved-car6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the "used" car I bought that time was damn old. It was manufactured in my own country in the year of 1993. Which means it is already (2008 - 1993 = 15) fifteen years old. A check at the car's permit showed that this 'new' car of mine has already served 3 gentlemen previously. Well, for a 18k RM (USD 6k) during that period of time, it's considered a good deal. I know, I know. For this kind of price, I could had easily got myself an old BMW in the States or Canada, but SAD to say, this is Malaysia. People who could afford a Honda Accord Sedan here could easily afford a Porsche in the US. Why is it like that, you may ask. All I have to say is the stupid tax structure here. Purposely designed to make you feel envious of other countries. T.N.S.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the car's specifications. This is the interesting part. Engine capacity = 1.5 Litre with a *superb* acceleration of 0-60mph time that is almost equivalent to infinity. A 12 Valve Single Overhead Cam (SOHC) which translates to &lt;i&gt;Stone Age engine technology&lt;/i&gt;, an automatic gearbox that only has a max limit of 3 gears. Yes! 3 only. So few...Sigh. Best of all, this car model is known to be the worst in terms of suspension. The feeling is like riding on a rock. No suspension at all! Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The SpeC is damn "Good"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q9VONWWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q4l22ZdO86A/s800/my-beloved-car1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q9VONWWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q4l22ZdO86A/s800/my-beloved-car1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care much back then. All I need is a just form of transport for me to get to work and back to my hometown. Some more, with my limited budget, there isn't much choices left for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a 2nd hand car also means you gonna spend some money into the repair bills. Well, I am ready for that coz I've set aside some buffer for the initial repairs. But over the years, the repair bills just got bigger and bigger. Obviously, my car is getting older by the day, and many parts tend to fail due to wear and tear. The most serious one so far is the gearbox...yeah, changed the whole unit! Damn! Really burned a deep-deep hole in my pocket. Summing it all up, I would roughly estimate that the total repair cost till now shouldn't be anything less than 7k. Hopefully, nothing big is coming up in the near future. But I can 'FEEL' it's coming very soon...coz that day I saw some white smoke billowing out from the exhaust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Repair Repair Repair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RAm0eXpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pcVNbtErybM/s800/my-beloved-car4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RAm0eXpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pcVNbtErybM/s800/my-beloved-car4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't really blame the car or anything else, since it has been my companion through many of the places throughout Malaysia over the few years. Together, we have traveled to almost 90% of the Peninsular, had crossed countless borders, scaled up mountains like Genting Highlands and Cameron Highlands more than the fingers can count, I mean..., what more do you expect? I am satisfied, considering the happy moments that my car has brought me to all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Genting Highlands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q-2s2CNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e91KUo7or84/s800/my-beloved-car3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q-2s2CNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e91KUo7or84/s800/my-beloved-car3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I still consider my car as my BMW, though of coz it is not. To have a real BMW is everyone's dream (including mine), but until that one become a reality, all that I have now is that old junk I am driving. It's either to cherish it or to treat it as a garbage. I choose to see it the better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing I had come to notice through my experience is that, you can always find people driving luxurious cars, only to see them alone in the car, and the expression on their face is something you wouldn't want to see on yourself. On the other hand, I have seen a whole family packed like sardines in a small old junk, but still showing their sincerest smiles and happily enjoying each other's companion. Don't get me wrong. I ain't saying that you can't be happy if you're rich. It is just that...luxurious car won't make you happy, it's WHO SITS BESIDE YOU that makes you happy. It's the only thing that MATTERS. You get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Happy Face VS Sad Face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q98L_1JI/AAAAAAAAAHw/D0OB5LNql0M/s800/my-beloved-car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q98L_1JI/AAAAAAAAAHw/D0OB5LNql0M/s800/my-beloved-car2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;It's WHO sits beside you that MaTTers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RBDfAhHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5fKBaDW1BCg/s800/my-beloved-car5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0RBDfAhHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5fKBaDW1BCg/s800/my-beloved-car5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...it's  late already, I gotta sleep, or I'll be late for work. And a few hours later, I'll be driving my "BMW" liao... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-4496319552693002383?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4496319552693002383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-beloved-car.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/4496319552693002383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/4496319552693002383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-beloved-car.html' title='mY beLoVed CaR'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q8t1JDDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yQISGg_o1Es/s72-c/my-beloved-car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-2276255816812337638</id><published>2008-07-22T07:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:53:26.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>kara’okE, yO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;kara'okE, yO!&lt;br /&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QxOsRIHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VvOIe8Y2xXE/s800/karaoke.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QzEydDgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/V7XuspgiVqA/s800/karaoke.jpg" alt="I love kara'oke!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo! Kara'oke! Wanted to share with you all what I have been through for the last 2 weeks!. The "S-H-O-R-T" assignment back in Penang Island is finally over! And in the final days of staying over there, my colleagues suggested going to a nearby karaoke in the downtown area. It's a BoX painted with RED, so you should be able to guess which one I am referring to, right? Initially, I wanted to turn down their offer, coz that day was damn tiring after a whole day work. But since my colleagues are so persuasive, and thinking that I may never get see them after returning back to KL, I agreed to joined them finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once we reached there, we were greeted by the nice foods (coz we pay them NICE also) and we were seated in a pretty compact room with the karao'ke set in front. My colleagues and I started to queue for the buffet dinner and shortly after our meal, they began...and I still haven't finished with the ice cream. So, I just sit aside near the speaker at the end of a corner and hear them sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the singing of my first collegue is not that "acceptable" to the ears, I try to "divert" my attention to the surroundings. Then I see the karaoke set. 1st question that came to my mind was, "Who the hell in this world invented this?" He must be a damn genius! The karao'ke set seems to be quite simple, one microphone which amplifies the voice signals over the amplifier, which then channeled to the speakers. And of course there is this TV set with synchronized lyrics, and a computer with pre-installed software with a remote control. It's such a simple idea, yet no one has thought about it previously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;the INVENTION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q08OfwmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RHPAPiikXDw/s800/karaoke3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q08OfwmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RHPAPiikXDw/s800/karaoke3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My google searches found that the person responsible for this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karaoke"&gt;awesome invention&lt;/a&gt; is actually a Japanese guy by the name of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daisuke_Inoue"&gt;Daisuke Inoue&lt;/a&gt; in the early 1980s. And the sad thing is, this &lt;span id="smallcaps"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so-hai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; never bothered to get his invention patented, so businessmen just used his idea and earn big buck$$$, with NO royalty fees paid to him! Sad...The world is just a unfair right? But though he is a sohai, deep in my heart I still salute this person 100% coz he has brought a lot of happiness and entertainment to the world through his invention. (BTW,&lt;span id="smallcaps"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so-hai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a Canto word, and it's quite vulgar, but i still prefer to use it...hehe...coz no other word can best describe it, so apologies from me if it offended you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;the &lt;span id="smallcaps"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so-hai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q3TktmtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/h4IuEe__664/s800/karaoke5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q3TktmtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/h4IuEe__664/s800/karaoke5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, half an hour has passed, I was forced to sing a song for them. I told them, you'll regret later. So I just simply choose a song, and at that time I choose an oldie, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0011Z0YSQ?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=lifelikemovie-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B0011Z0YSQ"&gt;Hotel California&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;i&gt;The Eagles&lt;/i&gt;. It is good to hear the original version, but not my version.  Normally, I don't go to kara'oke for a reason. As far as I could recall, I think should be less than 10 times. So, now you know why i rejected their offer initially? The key are so hard to reach for me, and my voice range is just too narrow. If you wanna compare, this chart below shows where I stand. Among all, I am the WORST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Voice Range Chart Comparison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q0QZfrpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cVolr_jUbtM/s800/karaoke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q0QZfrpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cVolr_jUbtM/s800/karaoke2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a better word to describe my singing, it would be "Pulling the Cow up the Tree" a.k.a 拉牛上树 in Chinese. Try to imagine the MOOOing sound of the cow! In the end, that is the only song I sang. By the way, I found out that most of the songs my colleagues sang are more or less from the standard few list of singers, mostly HK Pop and MandoPop songs. The one I could remember was Gary Chaw, Leo Ku, Guang Liang, Eason Chan, and Beyond. Talking of &lt;i&gt;Beyond&lt;/i&gt;, one of my colleagues (Friend no. 1) could sing &lt;a href="http://track.webgains.com/click.html?wgcampaignid=43833&amp;wgprogramid=1120&amp;wgtarget=http://www.yesasia.com/global/best-of-the-best-beyond/2239-0-0-0-en/info.html"&gt;"Boundless Oceans Vast Skies" a.k.a. 海闊天空&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;[4th song on disc 1 for those who don't know]&lt;/i&gt; so well that he sounds nearly perfect. All of us in the room just went quiet and listen to him singing...I consider myself lucky to have him with us that night. So far, he is the best I came across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Pulling the Cow up the Tree" a.k.a 拉牛上树 [MooOOOOO!...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q23Hg2RI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i3UbvhajuPY/s800/karaoke4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q23Hg2RI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i3UbvhajuPY/s800/karaoke4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, kara'oke is not just for us to show off your great singing skills, but somehow it has got more than that. It serves a place where you get to 'shout away' all your worries, pressure, and troubles, well, at least for a while. Then, when you're happy of sad, there is always a gang of buddies around to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Shout off all your PRESSURES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QxmvHmGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vzlmhr-TlFU/s800/karaoke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QxmvHmGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vzlmhr-TlFU/s800/karaoke1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one great thing about kara'oke is, it's role of search of new talent, and a training ground for those who wanna make singing their career. Ask any contestant of the Idol series, One Million Star or China Supergirl, I can be sure that they are super fans of 'kara'oke. At least I know &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joey_Yung"&gt;Joey Yung&lt;/a&gt;, the current HK Singing Queen, is one of the super-patron of kara'oke during her schooling years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Have any idea who she is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q3wHJnUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CLK61ZWxxDw/s800/karaoke6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Q3wHJnUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CLK61ZWxxDw/s800/karaoke6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kara'oke lovers out there, just dream BIG, and you may stand a chance of becoming someone BIG, but in any case you've got the singing talent like MINE, then I suggest you just...errhh...sit aside and enjoy the singing instead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-2276255816812337638?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2276255816812337638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/07/karaoke-yo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2276255816812337638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/2276255816812337638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/07/karaoke-yo.html' title='kara’okE, yO!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QzEydDgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/V7XuspgiVqA/s72-c/karaoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-6279710080712739709</id><published>2008-07-09T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:48:05.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>Make good use of your TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Make good use of your TIME&lt;br /&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QkgUnZUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pNDpR50IKrs/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QoE5viJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DHac5MBG59Q/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME.jpg" alt="make goog use of time" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two week before this, I have been assigned by the company I am working to this very "S-H-O-R-T" assignment in Penang island, a very beautiful island here in Malaysia. Initially, I was promised by my direct boss which sounds like "It's gotta be ONLY 2 weeks job! Confirm! No more than that." (I rejected in the first place coz the pay there is even less than peanuts. And being away from home unnecessarily is just a no-no for me). And by now the assignment has already reached the span of nearly a month...and that man who say "Confirm 2 weeks!" is nowhere to be seen. T.N.S.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so lonely and bored to death, I decided to go and check one of my best buddy university mate, who coincidentally is also living in Penang. Haven't seen him for years but we do keep in touch over the phone and MSN. So we have a long chat that night about the goods and bads we went through after 4 years graduating. And in the middle of the conversation, he suddenly asked me this..."Sam, can you roughly estimate how many days were there in your life?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I began to calculate in my mind...365 days/year x 70 years assuming the rate of a normal person. Halfway through the calculation, he stopped me. "Stop it. No need calculation. "You just have 3 days in your life. YESTERDAY, TODAY and TOMORROW". Then only, I know what he meant. "Yesterday is past tense, you can't chase it back. All you have is TODAY. And TOMORROW may never exist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Past tense, Present tense, and Future tense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QqlZu0lI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Quk99cKpiK8/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QqlZu0lI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Quk99cKpiK8/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment on, I feel that I really need to cherish TIME more. All the while I have been wasting a lot of time, watching stupid TV programmes, surfing the internet aimlessly, and sleeping more than needed, procrastinate everything that is possible...the list goes on and on. Conclusion - I have very very bad time management. And I want to change this. I don't wanna regret not using my time to the fullest when I died. No! No! No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;24 hours only...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Qq8FNFhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sRZlFlE5sjM/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Qq8FNFhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sRZlFlE5sjM/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard about this phrase? "Everybody has the same 24 hours a day. Nobody gets more or less". Bill Gates don't have any hours more than you or me, but he managed to fully utilize his time to become what he is today. And I remember Andy Lau (HK Superstar) have spoken in an interview that he sleep roughly 5 to 6 hours only daily. When asked why, he replied "You can have plenty of time to sleep after you have died." At the time I heard this, I just had a good laugh. Now I truly know the true meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Take Andy Lau's advice. But don't overdo it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Qo7WZd3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/lp-AzI0-ONw/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Qo7WZd3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/lp-AzI0-ONw/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to make a promise to myself to fully utilize every moment that I have. Mark my words! By he end of this Christmas, I am gonna write a post to check on myself, whether or not I do what I say. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;My promise to myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Qp9t0VRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cvPQjcQn_mo/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0Qp9t0VRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cvPQjcQn_mo/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;You have got one whole day to plan and use your time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QsPUJI4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/56fBCoxfzpM/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QsPUJI4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/56fBCoxfzpM/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Bill gates, you and ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QpTbRYJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RJ8KQLz0bM4/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QpTbRYJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RJ8KQLz0bM4/s800/make-good-use-of-TIME2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6675955112813895951-6279710080712739709?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6279710080712739709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-good-use-of-your-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/6279710080712739709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/6279710080712739709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-good-use-of-your-time.html' title='Make good use of your TIME'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QoE5viJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DHac5MBG59Q/s72-c/make-good-use-of-TIME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-3086131009767469949</id><published>2008-06-27T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:55:48.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>Have you found your pUrpoSE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;What is your purpose...&lt;br /&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QRKcHWCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6CkaFpJLzOY/s800/what-is-your-purpose.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QI7gUJqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ykBWVfluzHI/s800/what-is-your-purpose.jpg" alt="what are you sure about" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working quite late on that night,and soon after back from work, I got myself bathed, and straight away, I headed to my comfortable bed. In my mind...I kept asking myself this 3 questions...over and over again...yet the question seemed so difficult, even harder than the hardest paper I have ever sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is my purpose?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why am I unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;3. How can I be rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later of the night, I just figured out that I had read on a book not long ago titled "Being Happy" mentioning about finding your purpose in life. I believe in the author. I believe that all the 3 questions will be answered if I can find my purpose. But the problem is...I haven't found my purpose on this earth yet! That is so embarrassing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;I am stuck here...heLP!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QM5CMALI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SzS3nmCk6RA/s800/what-is-your-purpose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QM5CMALI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SzS3nmCk6RA/s800/what-is-your-purpose2.jpg" alt="what are you sure about" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life right now, is exactly like the one in the picture above...stumbled upon a dead end with so many signboards showing you to nowhere. After all those years of hard work at school and at work, I feel like I am just a rat running in circles, getting pushed around by other people and circumstances. It just makes me feel down sometimes. Do I really have to go through all these in order for me to reach my DESTINY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English, there is one idiom that says "Every roads leads to Rome", but in my opinion, there are some faster and smarter roads. Lucky people got a better head start sometimes, the even more luckier ones may have the straight highway for them to use from the day they were born. The normal and the unfortunate ones may have to go through the longest, steepest and winding road in order to reach ROME. Some may not even make it...and that is something that I feel sad for. It is partly due to them already wasted so much of their time and energy in the beginning, until they were just too tired in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Every road leads to ROME, but there is a highway for those LucKy ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QKVwXDbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5ChCHWeKOAw/s800/what-is-your-purpose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QKVwXDbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5ChCHWeKOAw/s800/what-is-your-purpose1.jpg" alt="what are you sure about" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I do believe that we can always TRY to change for the better. You can blame on your humble beginnings and environment, but that can never change anything. Instead, it only drags you down, and people just see you as not fun at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, if you can make the best of whatever you have got, then you are already very good. Somebody once told me, we just don't enjoy when we have reached our destination, but the best enjoyment came from going through the journey with people you cared about. That is true, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;It's a matter of CHOICE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QMI_Q1JI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CRusOJ3xLS4/s800/what-is-your-purpose3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QMI_Q1JI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CRusOJ3xLS4/s800/what-is-your-purpose3.jpg" alt="what are you sure about" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who is lucky to have a straight road ahead of them, congratulations. You can now concentrate fully on what really matters to you. Saves you a lot of time. But if in any case you came across people on the other side of the road, don't bully them. Share your wisdom and moments with them, maybe in the end, you may be the one getting some better advice from...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-3086131009767469949?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3086131009767469949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-found-your-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3086131009767469949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3086131009767469949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-found-your-purpose.html' title='Have you found your pUrpoSE?'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QI7gUJqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ykBWVfluzHI/s72-c/what-is-your-purpose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-3610809367071733254</id><published>2008-06-20T06:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:01:44.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>Oil oil oil, rise rise rise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Oil Power...&lt;br /&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QEGz59ZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jd_S3TtWZYo/s800/oil-price-increase.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QFVO2COI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BPed3KIelyg/s800/oil-price-increase.jpg" alt="what are you sure about" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether you are having the problem of escalating fuel prices in your place, just in case you are living in oil producing nation that is kind enough to subsidize you. Well, I am living in a nation with some oil, but not as much as in Iraq or Middle East countries. And the people sitting on top just announced that the oil subsidy be reduced dramatically, hence we end up having to pay 40% more for fuel, and 60% more for diesel. The best part is, the announcement was made too suddenly, no warning at all...hence the condition you see in the picture below. And I am one of them stuck in the jam created by people queuing up to fill their tank. I tell you, the feeling is not good at all. You feel like being robbed, but the thing is, you have to queue up one by one...waiting to be robbed...just feels stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Damn it!...I was one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QHcOseWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sPO6CPnknVA/s800/oil-price-increase2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QHcOseWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sPO6CPnknVA/s800/oil-price-increase2.jpg" alt="what are you sure about" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil companies have been making lots of money these few years, and today I even came across this news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;BAGHDAD - Four Western oil companies are in the final stages of negotiations this month on contracts that will return them to Iraq, 36 years after losing their oil concession to nationalization as Saddam Hussein rose to power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exxon Mobil, Shell, Total and BP — the original partners in the Iraq Petroleum Company — along with Chevron and a number of smaller oil companies, are in talks with Iraq’s Oil Ministry for &lt;b&gt;no-bid&lt;/b&gt; contracts to service Iraq’s largest fields, according to ministry officials, oil company officials and an American diplomat.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/19/world/middleeast/19iraq.html?_r=1&amp;hp&amp;oref=slogin"&gt; - link to nytimes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;The 'black gold' extraction from the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QGsQUITI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BB61XRap-6I/s800/oil-price-increase1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QGsQUITI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BB61XRap-6I/s800/oil-price-increase1.jpg" alt="what are you sure about" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to stress here that oil is a lucrative business here, and the big oil companies are not going to let anything block their way of earning $$$, not until all the oilfield in this world has dried up. Don't care about pollution, don't care about the fish dying, don't care about the poor people, just make sure we make $$$!. That should be the thinking of any CEO of Shell, Exxon Mobil, etc. Well, that is what I personally think, no offense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that some Einstein out there can invent something better to replace fuel, so we can save this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-3610809367071733254?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3610809367071733254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/06/oil-oil-oil-rise-rise-rise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3610809367071733254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/3610809367071733254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/06/oil-oil-oil-rise-rise-rise.html' title='Oil oil oil, rise rise rise!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0QFVO2COI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BPed3KIelyg/s72-c/oil-price-increase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-8199395972567552426</id><published>2008-06-04T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:04:12.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sketches'/><title type='text'>It breaks my heart when I saw them…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="img_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="img_ribbon"&gt;Wish everyone could help!&lt;br /&gt;Click to view larger image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="shutterset" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0P-Q9TTaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PtThxSRvTgE/s800/china.earthquake.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0P7iFeP7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qf_st3-y83s/s800/china-earthquake.jpg" alt="what are you sure about" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the Sichuan earthquake, quake that has killed thousands and left millions homeless...The pain that these people have to go through, we just can't understand. I just can't stand watching the photos in the newspaper or in the yahoo news section...If you are a person with feeling, you will know what to do. Just remember that you are one damn lucky guy or gal not being one of them. For those of you who wants to know where to donate, here are the links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org.cn"&gt;redcross.org.cn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercycorps.org/chinaearthquake/"&gt;mercycorps.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://american.redcross.org/site/Donation2?idb=252516977&amp;df_id=3198&amp;3198.donation=form1"&gt;american.redcross.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org.uk/donatesection.asp?id=81125"&gt;redcross.org.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people in MALAYSIA, you can send cheques to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhist Tzu Chi Merit Society&lt;br /&gt;Address : Office at 316, Jalan Macalister, 10460 Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct Online Bank TT to :&lt;br /&gt;Maybank account 507013126489&lt;br /&gt;Public Bank account 3102212517&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Bank In cheques to:&lt;br /&gt;Maybank account 507013126489 at 9, Union Street&lt;br /&gt;Public Bank account 3102212517 at 87, Lebuh Bishop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR YAYASAN SIN CHEW, send/Direct Bank In cheques to:&lt;br /&gt;YAYASAN SIN CHEW&lt;br /&gt;2-12479-00043019 (RHB Bank)&lt;br /&gt;or send to 星洲日报总社义款部 19, Jalan Semagat, 46200 Petaling Jaya, Selangor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955112813895951-8199395972567552426?l=lifelikemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8199395972567552426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-breaks-my-heart-when-i-saw-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8199395972567552426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955112813895951/posts/default/8199395972567552426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifelikemovie.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-breaks-my-heart-when-i-saw-them.html' title='It breaks my heart when I saw them…'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272250727169054243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE3of7e6LyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7tYxOhm7AdA/S220/my.avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_b2id7flWXbI/TE0P7iFeP7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qf_st3-y83s/s72-c/china-earthquake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955112813895951.post-1158546504429795077</id><published>2007-10-28T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:40:43.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to WordPress. 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