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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 06:23:56 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Welcome To Da Club</title><description>The place where you can keep drinking and not getting drunk</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WelcomeToDaClub" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-7066666722837813044</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 06:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T14:39:52.140+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Downfall</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I was at my desk, catching up on Crohn's Disease and Ulcerative Colitis, slowly sipping a cup of coffee while listening to Natasha bedingfield's songs when suddenly my mind roamed away. One thought led to another and now here i am, writing on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Come to think of it, i was so active 2 years ago. Ideas would just come to me, activities properly planned and jotted down in this small blog of mine. From a simple project like buying a speaker to a big event like traveling all the way to Sunway Pyramid to meet the casts of Why Why Love, this blog would always be updated every 3 days or so. Visitors also increased to all time high, sometimes hitting 30 a day (not many to some but hey, good enough for me). It got so active to the point that i could easily earn money through my blog, more than 100 US Dollars for that few advert posts on my blog. I even won something from a blog writing competition (albeit consolation), a package that includes a series' OST CD, a bottle of beauty lotion (which i later sold for RM50), a polo shirt and some other small goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I wonder what changed. Busy? Not really, since i still got the time to sleep 10 hours today and watched lots of series. Lack of activities? No way, i think i go out for more gatherings and hang out with friends more than when i was back in KL. Take this 2 weeks break for example, countless birthday dinners attended (and will attend as well), 2 paintball sessions, and lots more random dinners with mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I think it goes down to lack of passion. Guess i am not as passionate in writing as before. Used to snap pictures from my good ol' Sony Ericsson W700's 2MP camera wherever i go, thinking of pictures to put in my post. Not anymore, even when i have an Olympus u1040 10MP now at my disposal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Can't even be bothered to check how many people visited my blog, even deleted any advert opportunity from my inbox when the rare occasional offers come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least you guys get to dive into my mind this time round, and get to read what i'm thinking at this very moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SsbwmJC8_iI/AAAAAAAACK4/rAjzPBoFKzY/s1600-h/PA010876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SsbwmJC8_iI/AAAAAAAACK4/rAjzPBoFKzY/s320/PA010876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388258542249377314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-7066666722837813044?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/downfall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SsbwmJC8_iI/AAAAAAAACK4/rAjzPBoFKzY/s72-c/PA010876.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-9111951521189046862</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T00:48:19.725+08:00</atom:updated><title>I Am T-Pain</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ever heard a R&amp;amp;B song and when the singer sings and their voice sounds robotic? like when they change the key u can hear distinct robotic or metallic part in it? Well they did it with a program called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auto-Tune"&gt;Auto-Tune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. Auto-Tune is popularized by T-Pain, and now you can hear many singers use it, from Chris Brown to Black Eyed Peas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Now that i have an iPhone, i managed to get one of these software! Called "I Am T-Pain", it allows you to sing into your phone and the output will be digitally altered to have those metallic sound to it. You can sing in a freestyle mode for songs that you create on your own, or u can download and play one of the few presets available, for example Kiss Kiss by Chris Brown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gearfuse.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/i-am-t-pain-iphone-app.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.gearfuse.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/i-am-t-pain-iphone-app.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Now that i have this software, I am free to make my own digitally altered music. And you followers of Da Club get to hear the very first song by Pyro, titled "Aaaaa..." :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://smule-media-app.smule.com/tpain/F20949C6-E95F-4A3F-9813-1B4BE7DC6989.m4a"&gt;CLICK HERE TO LISTEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Neat huh? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-9111951521189046862?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-t-pain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-2335470429736943628</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T13:05:45.467+08:00</atom:updated><title>One Step Forward</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Had my first medicine making session yesterday, and we all have to make 3! We're asked to prepare 3 Child Formulations (CF) based on information found in the guide book, so after and hour and a half of crushing, measuring, weighing, mixing and shaking, Here's the outcome:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SqXlU5pk96I/AAAAAAAACKw/cpztLoPrSMw/s1600-h/DSC01977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SqXlU5pk96I/AAAAAAAACKw/cpztLoPrSMw/s320/DSC01977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378957477199280034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Now, i wonder which children is suffering from gastrointestinal reflux disease, hypertension and anemia to take these drugs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-2335470429736943628?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-step-forward.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SqXlU5pk96I/AAAAAAAACKw/cpztLoPrSMw/s72-c/DSC01977.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-1231860777863072192</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 10:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T19:32:44.925+08:00</atom:updated><title>Weekend Comes and Goes..</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Wee, at least something worth posting about. Or maybe an excuse to not study? Hhmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, had a fun weekend this wekk. Friday night is the semester-ly Pubcrawl night, with the theme being Transpharmers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SofmxNic3sI/AAAAAAAACIQ/8TogpDvTkQg/s1600-h/P8160842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SofmxNic3sI/AAAAAAAACIQ/8TogpDvTkQg/s320/P8160842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370514813784743618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There are 4 bars to visit, but i only went to the last two, Duke of York and London Tavern. Little drinking (Mum, i said LITTLE) and more time on the dance floor, tiring myself towards the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SofnY7UTVBI/AAAAAAAACIY/6Gd7EI4Wmus/s1600-h/6770_139514933495_628623495_3307057_1508759_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SofnY7UTVBI/AAAAAAAACIY/6Gd7EI4Wmus/s320/6770_139514933495_628623495_3307057_1508759_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370515496088327186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Picture thanks to Allen from Facebook. No, i mean Allen from Pharmacy course, but the picture is from Facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After a good night of resting, head to church for Assumption Day. Then at night, i attended Nostalgia Night 09. It's a function organized by MASCA, to remember about the 50's era of P.Ramlee or something like that. Therefore the dress code is supposed to be either traditional cloths, or the 50's style. Had trouble fitting into a style that is nearly 40 years older than me, i decided to wear my shirt and tuck it in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SofnZQ_wNiI/AAAAAAAACIg/BaLu1Plp-Eg/s1600-h/5220_252242330446_816540446_8283153_2155392_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SofnZQ_wNiI/AAAAAAAACIg/BaLu1Plp-Eg/s320/5220_252242330446_816540446_8283153_2155392_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370515501907719714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Picture courtesy of Jeremy from Facebook. Again, Jeremy from Pharmacy course, but picture from facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, we were served Italian food at the Italian Centre (duh, if not what, Masala and Tandoori?). But i still find no connection between Malaysia and Italian cuisine. Nevertheless, the food was nice, at least not too cheesy that makes me nauseous if consumed too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The night reminds me of the time when i would watch P.Ramlee's movie, or in fact any other olden Malay movies (and not all of them are black and white ok??). Movies like Hang Tuah, Bujang Lapok and Ibu Mertuaku are indeed interesting and Ibu Mertuaku are somewhat touching and sad, revolving around the society's view on high class marriage. And funnily enough, i seem to be the only person from the table who can sing some of the songs played that night. Tsk Tsk table M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Speaking of table, 2 of the lucky draw prize were won by our table members, namely Siew Mei with her 1GB Pendrive and Sie Ching with her iPod Shuffle. Well, yours truly who never won anything from a lucky draw before continues his streak. But doesn't matter, the stuffs to be won doesn't seem to be able to beat those that i already have...speakers, pendrive, ipod...would probably sell the thing off IF i were to win something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Still waiting for my mugshot picture to appear. Be nice to me, and maybe i'll show u how i looked  like if i were from 1955.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-1231860777863072192?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-comes-and-goes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SofmxNic3sI/AAAAAAAACIQ/8TogpDvTkQg/s72-c/P8160842.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-1985514944948476178</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-29T20:29:44.741+08:00</atom:updated><title>*Gasp*</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hhhmm, it's been nearly 3 weeks since my last post, and i barely realized it. I guess there's been quite some activity during the holidays from then till now, from going out with mates to my trip to Sydney, then back to Uni. At this rate, my yearly post will still be less than my monthly post back in 2008! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, just a short post to tell you that i am still alive. Uni started, and after a barely above par result last semester, i am hoping to step up my effort in studying, but as always it's probably all talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Guess i really have been losing the will to blog anymore. Now i am perfectly fine by not blogging, while a few years back i would get restless if my blog is not updated after 5 days. I wonder if i should continue with writing posts, or finally hang up my boots or rather, keyboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;That, i will leave for next time to think about. As of now, in the process of applying a work permit for a possible future work experience, plus a resolution of at least a light study every night about the lectures. Trying to get the most out of life rather than spend in under my quilt, albeit tempting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Will try to update more often in the future! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-1985514944948476178?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/07/gasp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-266760500895363368</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 08:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-11T17:12:04.222+08:00</atom:updated><title>Meeting Ian Rush</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Wow, i think this is a record barren run without a post for this blog so far. No new post at all for the month June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, To get back on track, here's something that happened quite a while ago, only feel like blogging about it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Remember the time i went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-legends.html"&gt;Masters Tournament&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; to watch a football match and bumped into a couple of football legends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/ST7DTX3YO8I/AAAAAAAABxg/AP6N8u8tdOs/s320/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/ST7DTX3YO8I/AAAAAAAABxg/AP6N8u8tdOs/s320/DSC01550.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, this time one visited me! Well not exactly Me me, but Adelaide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Well the thing is Ian Rush head down to Adelaide for his autobiography signings, and thosewho spend over AUD100 in a shopping center called Myers will get free passes to the event. One of my mates are Liverpool fan, so we decided to go together to meet him, being the second time for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SlhVkQLCUdI/AAAAAAAAB8I/tRBLwv1EmGg/s1600-h/p6070416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SlhVkQLCUdI/AAAAAAAAB8I/tRBLwv1EmGg/s320/p6070416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357125838062113234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;We arrived at around 9.40am and there is already quite a long queue. After waiting for quite some time, Ian Rush arrived. With a cup of coffee in his hand, he walked up the stage, make himself comfy and start signing stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SlhWGV2qasI/AAAAAAAAB8g/0jAyUNYea6I/s1600-h/n720080960_3260939_7890642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SlhWGV2qasI/AAAAAAAAB8g/0jAyUNYea6I/s320/n720080960_3260939_7890642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357126423702825666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;After 30 minutes or so, it's my turn to go up the stage. Now, I'm pretty sure u know i'm a Man Utd fan, and must be wondering why the heck would i want a Liverpool's legend to sign my stuff. Well, this is a chance not to let go, not to mention a signature on a jersey would increase it's value by a lot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SlhWF7aLSGI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/nrgXeD9To7k/s1600-h/n720080960_3260947_5030700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SlhWF7aLSGI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/nrgXeD9To7k/s320/n720080960_3260947_5030700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357126416604022882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I also got him to sign the pass i've got and also a personal message on his autobiography, which costs me AUD30 to buy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SlhWF4Y3wvI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/a0kdZwELc0Q/s1600-h/n720080960_3260953_4442513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SlhWF4Y3wvI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/a0kdZwELc0Q/s320/n720080960_3260953_4442513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357126415793242866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Before i leave the stage, i showed him the picture we took during our first encounter, and he seemed (or pretended) to recall that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Now the shirt is nciely framed on my wall: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SlhWGSJgNuI/AAAAAAAAB8o/nxZF9M0t7X4/s1600-h/6496_143504175960_720080960_3491628_6274506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SlhWGSJgNuI/AAAAAAAAB8o/nxZF9M0t7X4/s320/6496_143504175960_720080960_3491628_6274506_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357126422708106978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-266760500895363368?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/07/meeting-ian-rush.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/ST7DTX3YO8I/AAAAAAAABxg/AP6N8u8tdOs/s72-c/DSC01550.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-7363274927450490321</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-30T09:50:32.876+08:00</atom:updated><title>Back to Life!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The straight line appears to turn into one with peaks and trophs, and the machine starts to make beeping sound at a constant rate. A few adjustments are made, then it's time. Time to lift the lever. Sparks flying, electricity running through the thick copper wire lying around the room. A monstrous figure rose up, and from within a room, a cackling laughter is heard and then an exclamation "IT IS ALIVE!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, good news is i finally managed to log into my Blogger to write something. Bad news is, 4 weeks to my final exam, so expect the same state the blog is in now for the next 1 month or so. Honestly, nowadays i lost the will to blog. Even taking pics out of my camera and put watermarks on it seems so tedious to do. Not to mention studying whenever there's time, and when it's a bit free, i'll take that time to rest so i can concentrate on studying at other times. Blogging seems to be a task now, rather than a hobby i used to indulge in. Maybe it really is time to stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, i'll post something interesting when i rediscover the will to blog, as of now i am going to prepare for the football match against Bradford Lodge in 2 hours time. Wish me luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-7363274927450490321?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-672814931226458029</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 07:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T16:22:34.323+08:00</atom:updated><title>Kangaroo Island Trip Day 1</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Darn, 1 week after my return from the Kangaroo Trip, i still have not update my blog about it. I guess i will talk about it now, but i'll make it day per day. 3 days, 3 blog posts aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The trip began at 4.30am on Monday 20th of April, that's when we all woke up after a night at Jeremy's place. Washed ourselves, had breakfast, get changed and head out at 5.30am. By 6.00am, we are already in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgFw2Bg_TI/AAAAAAAAB6w/QNuaWMI9mqU/s1600-h/P4200108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgFw2Bg_TI/AAAAAAAAB6w/QNuaWMI9mqU/s320/P4200108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330016495686712626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The coach arrived at around 6.15am to pick us up at King William Street, then head to different hostels to pick up the other member of the tour. There are the 3 of us Malaysians, a Singaporean friend, an Isreali paramedic, two English, a couple of Dutch and a couple of Germans, and also 2 locals. That makes 13 of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;by 6.30am, everyone is on their way to Cape Jervis, where we had to take the ferry over to the island. We arrived at Cape Jervis just in time to catch the 9am ferry, which will take 45 minutes to cross from Australia mainland to Kangaroo Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgGgDlcDuI/AAAAAAAAB64/d2Yq9xXdQYQ/s1600-h/P4200114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgGgDlcDuI/AAAAAAAAB64/d2Yq9xXdQYQ/s320/P4200114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330017306780896994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Since the cost to transport a car over is expensive, the tour company had a couple of coach over at the island, so we took all our stuffs and meals for 3 days into the ferry with us, leaving the coach behind. Then we enjoy 45 minutes of blue sea water, birds gliding over them with cool breeze bathing our face with occasional splash of water. From afar we can see the island, which is 7 times larger than Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgHD6yTmiI/AAAAAAAAB7A/KngoYazmnwk/s1600-h/P4200121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgHD6yTmiI/AAAAAAAAB7A/KngoYazmnwk/s320/P4200121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330017922894240290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When we reach the island, we bring all our stuff from the ferry into the awaiting coach, and then head to a nearby store to stock up on more food and to have our toilet breaks. We were instructed to buy anything we might have forgotten to bring there (toothbrush, shampoo, beers etc) because once we leave the small town, it's all wilderness. Heck, there isnt even phone coverage on the whole island except the town area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgHqb03jbI/AAAAAAAAB7I/3GMeioV2iw8/s1600-h/P4200122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgHqb03jbI/AAAAAAAAB7I/3GMeioV2iw8/s320/P4200122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330018584598384050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After everything's settled, Whales the tour guide drove a fair distance to our first sight seeing location, which is one of the viewpoints that look out at the ocean. The view is simply amazing, i have never seen any water body that sparkle as much, any sound made by waves as clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgIeU8O47I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/UAjyKAc_8iw/s1600-h/P4200130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgIeU8O47I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/UAjyKAc_8iw/s320/P4200130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330019476103422898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After a few minutes of picture taking, we head to our next destination, the Eucalyptus Oil Distillery. This is where they produce eucalyptus oil, which is said to be good for health and other usage. Many type of products were produced from them, including shampoo, perfume, balms or just the pure eucalyptus oil itself. Besides eucalyptus oil, the distillery also rear a few emus, and products like emu egg shells, feet skins and feathers were sold there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgIewPrrRI/AAAAAAAAB7g/Ur8uahFTrZk/s1600-h/P4200133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgIewPrrRI/AAAAAAAAB7g/Ur8uahFTrZk/s320/P4200133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330019483432758546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After that, lunch! we were brought to a beach which name i forgot, but it is said to be the top 10 beach in Australia. Too bad that time it's high tide, so we dun get to see much sand. But the beach is still beautiful nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgIfF2JLsI/AAAAAAAAB7o/SLGQGCNvVoA/s1600-h/P4200139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgIfF2JLsI/AAAAAAAAB7o/SLGQGCNvVoA/s320/P4200139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330019489231220418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I mean, how many beach can u see having water as clear as this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgIegiD0BI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Mz-AaEo3DVY/s1600-h/P4200138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgIegiD0BI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Mz-AaEo3DVY/s320/P4200138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330019479214870546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After visiting the beach while Whales is preparing lunch of bread, ham, chicken and other dressings, we went to Little Sahara. Basically, Little Sahara is a big pile of sand in the middle of the jumgle area, where people can run up and down them, and do stuff like sandboarding or quad biking. Unfortunately for us, the session did not go so well as the board provided by the tour company is lousy, so we did not get much of action. So Whales decided to take some money of the tour payment to rent a better sand board and sleigh the next day. So pics of Little Sahara will be on the next post ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After the trip to Little Sahara, we made our way to our cottage where we stayed for the first night for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgL7JqibLI/AAAAAAAAB74/PqEf3CTAHOg/s1600-h/P4210155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgL7JqibLI/AAAAAAAAB74/PqEf3CTAHOg/s320/P4210155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330023269827505330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;For that night, we had kangaroo meat for dinner with pita bread, and they were cook to perfection! Normally people will say kangaroo meat is tough, but I learnt that the reason it became tough is because people always overcook it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After dinner, we all head out to watch penguins! too bad i did not have any pics of them, because camera flash would cause the penguins to get stunned for a few minutes, which is enough time for predators to strike. But  witnessed how penguins swim back from the sea, climb up the cliffs, cross the road to get to the other side (Why does the penguin cross the road?), climb another set of cliffs, then enter their burrow to feed their youngs. They did it so cautiously that it took them about 3 minutes to cross a road that we humans can cross in 5 seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then we all head back to get ready for bedtime, while some of us stay out for a bit more while to sit around the campfire and talk about some random subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgMUz7VYjI/AAAAAAAAB8A/eSmK7cw_nX4/s1600-h/P4200151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgMUz7VYjI/AAAAAAAAB8A/eSmK7cw_nX4/s320/P4200151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330023710668972594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After all that, bedtime! The story of Day 2 should be the next post, so stay tuned! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-672814931226458029?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/04/kangaroo-island-trip-day-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SfgFw2Bg_TI/AAAAAAAAB6w/QNuaWMI9mqU/s72-c/P4200108.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-3003788238259333477</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-05T21:10:14.016+08:00</atom:updated><title>Of Blender and Protein</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Milkshake making with my new bought blender:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SdirkupWjBI/AAAAAAAAB6I/h1odLnMg3nI/s1600-h/P4050001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SdirkupWjBI/AAAAAAAAB6I/h1odLnMg3nI/s320/P4050001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321191607223356434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Just add ice cream and milk, blend it and pour into your glass to enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/Sdir2yMawPI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/koQnJ3Xp8JI/s1600-h/P4050002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/Sdir2yMawPI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/koQnJ3Xp8JI/s320/P4050002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321191917413384434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Damn, my blogging skill is deteriorating, what's with the 1 line blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, why did i get the blender anyway? surely not to just make milkshake. No, not to make belacan either. Well, i got it to mix my protein powder. Protein powder will get all lumpy and hard to dissolve in water. So i got this blender to mix it with milk whenever i'm done working out in the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;That's right, i'm now visiting the gym on a regular basis, like 3 times a week. After each workout, it would be best to have some proteins to build up and repair muscle cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SdismCJ2gLI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/4Sz6OWu2OPE/s1600-h/P4050006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SdismCJ2gLI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/4Sz6OWu2OPE/s320/P4050006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321192729151439026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Loaded with nothing much but proteins and some vitamins and minerals, it actually tasted pretty good. Look at the protein content of this thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SditP_SE_VI/AAAAAAAAB6o/-EwCXWKD7Ps/s1600-h/P4050009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SditP_SE_VI/AAAAAAAAB6o/-EwCXWKD7Ps/s320/P4050009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321193449935142226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And no, i am not gonna build up to be a wrestler, in fact the one i get has less protein, but it also has L-Carnitine that will metabolize excess fat. We'll see how well i do in the next few months ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-3003788238259333477?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-blender-and-protein.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SdirkupWjBI/AAAAAAAAB6I/h1odLnMg3nI/s72-c/P4050001.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-8387659479091082494</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T14:40:18.699+08:00</atom:updated><title>Something to Tell You..</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Okay, i can't hide my feelings anymore. i think that it's about time for me to tell you what i wanted to tell you for such a long time. First of all, i apologize if what i'm about to tell you will make you mad, or make u stay away from me. i wouldnt blame you, i know the consequences that MAY happen. Before you start wondering "who is you?", you is YOU. yes, YOU. You who is reading this. U know who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I have always wanted to tell you this for a very long time, since the first time i met you. All your actions, all your talks, all your thoughts...makes this feeling i have for you stronger and stronger each day..there is no simpler way for me to tell you, because it's hard enough to think of you this way. I don't go around telling people about my feelings, but i think it's about time to tell you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I've been planning to tell you this a long time ago, so much so that i actually made it into a short song, and you can listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.au/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.albinoblacksheep.com%2Fflash%2Fyouare&amp;amp;ei=dwvTScvDBpGktAOFyvjzCw&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFIJION06aTG-xFBZo7ODLLSvrCZg&amp;amp;sig2=cZXBFfjNFL8AuobWhGnQEA"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Hope you will understand what i tell you, and yea....do let me know what you think of it. Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-8387659479091082494?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-to-tell-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-2760059459208682477</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 08:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T17:04:09.630+08:00</atom:updated><title>20 Years Since....</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;the birth of &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://siewmeism.blogspot.com/"&gt;Siew Mei Sim&lt;/a&gt; is today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ok, i can easily said SMS' 20th birthday, i just want to make it sounded more historical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This teehee queen will always make lectures hard to concentrate in, especially the constant hehehe if you sit near her in lectures. When you turn to give her an annoyed look, she will look at you back with a "what? what did i do?" look. Then it will change to "mind your own business" look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well since today is Sunday and there's no lecture, you are allowed to teehee all you want with Bruce and Deuce. Too bad Truce won't be able to make it today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Even though i dunno whether u are still my regular visitor or  not, but since you blogged about my birthday once, I'll repay it with an exclusive though short slot in Da Club. A pint of beer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;on the house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;to everyone, wishing Sim Siew Mei a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-2760059459208682477?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/03/20-years-since.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-5758014951134934966</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-08T10:45:55.663+08:00</atom:updated><title>Luxury Business</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;During my holiday time back to home, i had the privilege of enjoying the business class section of the flight. Reason? the money provided by dad's company is sufficient, and if i don't use it, it will be gone by this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKNVYM-mBI/AAAAAAAAB4o/m6eYpMPC2rk/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKNVYM-mBI/AAAAAAAAB4o/m6eYpMPC2rk/s320/DSC01523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310462309036890130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Besides the spacious seats, there's of course the food. Damn, looks like few of the best food in the world is actually in the sky! Take this satay during the MAS flight for example, one of the best i ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKNV1bCTVI/AAAAAAAAB4w/pd-zkk0XikA/s1600-h/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKNV1bCTVI/AAAAAAAAB4w/pd-zkk0XikA/s320/DSC01524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310462316880481618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Following meals include some rice cake with wine and also rice with chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKNWOYtHQI/AAAAAAAAB44/KPbcvAtWzIE/s1600-h/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKNWOYtHQI/AAAAAAAAB44/KPbcvAtWzIE/s320/DSC01526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310462323581590786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKNWgz2aiI/AAAAAAAAB5A/4bIsZ6RTqfI/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKNWgz2aiI/AAAAAAAAB5A/4bIsZ6RTqfI/s320/DSC01527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310462328527284770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Business class passengers also enjoy the privilege of the Golden Club lounge in KLIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKNWz5IYlI/AAAAAAAAB5I/99jbTxuKu6Q/s1600-h/DSC01546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKNWz5IYlI/AAAAAAAAB5I/99jbTxuKu6Q/s320/DSC01546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310462333649707602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's big with many seats and sockets around, ideal place to use your laptops. Free food and drinks included. I can even shower there to refresh myself! just ask the guy outside the toilet for towels and he would gladly hand you the shower pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKOt9uTgjI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/9LGJABz9TiU/s1600-h/DSC01547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKOt9uTgjI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/9LGJABz9TiU/s320/DSC01547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310463830937272882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Next would be my flight from KL to Doha, let's see what Qatar Airways can offer. Although not as luxurious, their food also have the class of it's own. I mean, how often can you enjoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caviar#Cultural"&gt;caviar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, a type of expensive fish egg you spread over bread to eat? My friend Arik told me that these black caviar is the most expensive amongst the caviars. Well, he is right: The caviar of the sturgeon is the most expensive. I did some research and found out that a normal sturgeon caviar costs USD30 per pound. that would make it to be around RM200+ for a little more of 1kg. GOSH!! And that's not even the most expensive! It looks weird, slimy and all but then it actually tasted pretty good, no fishy smell or yucky taste. tasted like salty tiny jelly spread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKOtcDXhhI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/MLiiFLx0t8k/s1600-h/DSC01702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKOtcDXhhI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/MLiiFLx0t8k/s320/DSC01702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310463821898810898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Not only that, i get to eat ice cream on flight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKOuJwnLqI/AAAAAAAAB5g/-WRHVWPoIOo/s1600-h/DSC01705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKOuJwnLqI/AAAAAAAAB5g/-WRHVWPoIOo/s320/DSC01705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310463834168176290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There's also wantan noodle for Qatar Airways' flight, but the picture i took was too blur. Basically it's the oriental noodle with wantan soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then it's the returning flight from KL to Australia using MAS again. Again there are satay, as well as some cooler beverages. I ordered a glass of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloody_Mary_%28cocktail%29"&gt;Bloody Mary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKOufSqNeI/AAAAAAAAB5o/H9JiFqR7Nng/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKOufSqNeI/AAAAAAAAB5o/H9JiFqR7Nng/s320/DSC01738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310463839948125666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Also served are otak-otak, and lamb shank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKOu81U_PI/AAAAAAAAB5w/zE2SZ3bsRak/s1600-h/DSC01739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKOu81U_PI/AAAAAAAAB5w/zE2SZ3bsRak/s320/DSC01739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310463847878163698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKQprOrflI/AAAAAAAAB54/4pJH6i0fzwY/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKQprOrflI/AAAAAAAAB54/4pJH6i0fzwY/s320/DSC01740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310465956276567634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Of course there are other meals, but those others aren't that nice or special compared to these few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey, this is not meant to brag, but just to share about what a business class flight would look like. Indeed an amazing experience, hope i will be provided enough money this year for another turn end of this year. After all, i'll be returning once only :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKQp1o6pVI/AAAAAAAAB6A/wVE7JrTdAhE/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKQp1o6pVI/AAAAAAAAB6A/wVE7JrTdAhE/s320/DSC01743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310465959070967122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-5758014951134934966?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/03/luxury-business.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SbKNVYM-mBI/AAAAAAAAB4o/m6eYpMPC2rk/s72-c/DSC01523.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-5287201914476424468</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-27T13:26:15.459+08:00</atom:updated><title>Back in Adelaide</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;After nearly 3 months of holiday which seems so short, i am back in Adelaide, ready for another term of pharma-related subjects. It feels so weird when i opened my room's door, because it is exactly how it looks like when i left. As though i have never been anywhere, as if these 3 months never happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyways, i dun feel much when i returned. Probably because i already said my goodbyes to family when i left Doha, so flying from Bintulu to Adelaide doesn't seem that heavy. Of course goodbyes to my grandma and aunts, but that's all to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Now that i am back, stuffs that i need to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;- Clean up my room a bit...when i left, it isnt exactly in a good condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;- Stock up some food. when i left, i cleaned up my fridge so that no food is in it. Not to mention my maggi kari was confiscated by customs official due to it having "mixed spices".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;- Get ready for uni. like duh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;- Plug my com to my speaker which i already did. Ooh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Lodge is pretty empty, many are not back yet, and familiar faces have either left Adelaide or moved out. Seems like i will be one of the seniors now, and probably will be given the job of a duty officer, where for one night or two in a week, i will hold the master key and a walkie talkie so that if anything happens, people can contact me to solve the problem or if necessary, call the manager. the job cuts $20 off weekly rent, which is a good deal. Maybe i should apply soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Looking forward to meet friends again in these coming weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-5287201914476424468?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-in-adelaide.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-41599146557558654</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 10:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-19T19:10:15.891+08:00</atom:updated><title>Indomie Mi Goreng</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Who could say they have not heard of this instant noodle? favourite snack to some, life savers to others. Though unhealhty, people still munch into these noodle be it at home, at work or a nigh out at the mamak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/26/Indomie_%28pack%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 319px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/26/Indomie_%28pack%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This is by far the cheapest food i can think of back in Aussie. 3 packets of these only costs AUD0.75, plus egg and some meat, total cost for a meal would only be around AUD2. it is also fast, cooking time takes only 15 minutes preparing everything. Not to mention extremely nice and addictive. If it's not because of the fact that instant noodles are generally bad for health, i would have this as my major source of food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm not doing any promotion here, i just joined Facebook's Mi Goreng fan and realized how many people from all over the world actually loved this food, including Europeans and Americans. And the biggest fan of all would of course, be this person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v361/134/85/714829424/n714829424_994306_1151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 346px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v361/134/85/714829424/n714829424_994306_1151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-41599146557558654?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/02/indomie-mi-goreng.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-4726850303136124286</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T18:04:58.430+08:00</atom:updated><title>Update!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It's been almost a week since i arrive in Bintulu. And as expected, i really have nothing to do here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;If you think my routine of wake up - lunch - com - gym - dinner - com - sleep with occasional things to do in between in Doha is boring, it's even worse here. it's wake up - breakfast - com - lunch - com - nap - dinner - com - sleep. Huh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I met my friends on Tuesday night. we went for a few games of pool at 9pm, then chit chat a bit and by 11pm, we asked each other "where to go next?". Nobody has any idea, so we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So, to kill of some time, i decided to play around with my jerseys. How to play with a shirt, you ask me? well...not exactly playing, but more like customizing. That is to mean to apply name and numbers on my empty shirts. For example, here's how a normal jersey looks in most of the shops:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SZPq_iOcvjI/AAAAAAAAB30/VrsRzAAg0Hg/s1600-h/dsc01512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SZPq_iOcvjI/AAAAAAAAB30/VrsRzAAg0Hg/s320/dsc01512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301839563585273394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tools used are a ruler and an iron. Ruler to arrange where to apply the name and number set, and iron to....well, iron it down. The result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SZPrYPjuczI/AAAAAAAAB38/67XLUjyfTpA/s1600-h/dsc01711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SZPrYPjuczI/AAAAAAAAB38/67XLUjyfTpA/s320/dsc01711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301839988070970162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SZPrYAy_NfI/AAAAAAAAB4E/dvP99WQnamU/s1600-h/dsc01712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SZPrYAy_NfI/AAAAAAAAB4E/dvP99WQnamU/s320/dsc01712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301839984108451314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Now my shirt has an identity! Applying name and number sets on a shirt ain't an easy thing. First of all, i must make sure the set are correct for that particular shirt. it varies according to teams, manufacturer of the shirt, year the shirt is used in or competition the shirt is used in, or a combination of any of those. You wouldn't want to have a BECKHAM 7 on a Malaysia jersey, it looks weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Positioning is also important, where to place the names and numbers, the gap between each letters, is it dimensionally straight and not crooked. That's not all, i'm playing around with iron, so a worst case scenario would be me burning my house down. Or i might just ruin the name and number set by melting it, or even burning a hole on my shirt. But it's fun customizing my own shirt, you may say it's some kind of a craft (and i know someone LOVES crafts) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But i only spend 30 minutes for this shirt....back to boringness again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-4726850303136124286?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SZPq_iOcvjI/AAAAAAAAB30/VrsRzAAg0Hg/s72-c/dsc01512.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-5752479638782499446</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 20:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-06T05:04:06.989+08:00</atom:updated><title>In A Blink of An Eye...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm now sitting in the lounge in Doha Airport, surrounded by men with suits. Would have preferred sitting at Costa, can have a cup of coffee while writing this post, seems more "professional" ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, it seems like it's just a few days ago i reached Doha. 2 months just past like that, it's 1/6 of a year for crying out loud! Now i'm on my way back to Bintulu for a little more than 2 weeks, then off back to Adelaide, back to studying, back to routinized life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;From now on, no more sitting in the living room from morning till night, no more playing around in the playground at night, no more basketball session at the basketball stand that belongs to someone else, no more going out in the morning to shopping malls &lt;s&gt;looking at girl's stuff&lt;/s&gt;, no more random cakes and titbits from mum or other aunties, no more movie nights or game sessions, no more gim rummy session as well. I guess i can still do those in 10 months time when i return end of this year, but 10 months is definitely a long wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Special thanks to mum and dad who either cook food or bring me out for dinner, so i have 2 months off from cooking. Thanks to my siblings as well, spending time with me whenever possible. Also thanks to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://lifedayemotions.com"&gt;Jas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sherlenetsy.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sherp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://anelyna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ivy&lt;/a&gt; who will organize or join stuffs to do or else it will be a boring holidays, and also thanks to Auntie Vera for all the wonderful food, especially the Peking duck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;On the bright side, going back to Bintulu means i will get to visit grandma and aunts, as well as friends who are still not back to their respective places of study. Other than that....i guess there's nothing much to do either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Till next time, logging off from Doha, marking an end to this chapter of my journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-5752479638782499446?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-blink-of-eye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-221714066396119566</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 19:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T04:09:17.847+08:00</atom:updated><title>Chinese New Year Post</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This is the very first time i celebrated new year without my other relatives. Since my family will still be in Doha for the next few years, i guess for the years to come it will be the same too, celebrating Chinese New Year just like any other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;A few nights before the new year itself, my family organized a dinner at our place. Rare i tell you, i never really remember any time in my life when family friends are invited over for dinner, usually it's us who were invited. At least we had that experience, and i must say it sure is a tiring thing to do, especially for my mum. So hard to imagine family like &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://sherlenetsy.blogspot.com"&gt;Sherp&lt;/a&gt;'s who always invite people for lunches and dinners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SYC3ZiKLHjI/AAAAAAAAB3s/YcPXW8Svmro/s1600-h/DSC01672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SYC3ZiKLHjI/AAAAAAAAB3s/YcPXW8Svmro/s320/DSC01672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296434811081793074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;On the eve of CNY, we're invited by dad's friend for dinner together. that's three families, including &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://lifedayemotions.com"&gt;Jas&lt;/a&gt;' and mine. Eating is the thing to do, but the finale of the night would be the contest between 2 sisters to see who can finish a piece of large currypuff-like dim sum the fastest. They took almost 4 minutes to finish something that i can finish in 1 minute...without trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And finally, the big day itself. Woke up at 9, wear my usual jersey and a short pants as my casual wear, and walked to Villa 14. Played cards, eat, play cards again, basketball, dinner, played those small sparkling thingy when you light it and swing it around (whatever you call it), played more cards, go home and sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;After that, its usual routine again till today. Unsatisfied with not having the most of CNY, i decided to buy this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SYC3ZRVrJLI/AAAAAAAAB3k/LtFTPHMqekI/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SYC3ZRVrJLI/AAAAAAAAB3k/LtFTPHMqekI/s320/DSC01681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296434806566626482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;England away kit 2008-2010! Retail price: RM259. Bought it for QR80 = RM80. It's new, and it's red, what better CNY shirt can i hope for? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Nonetheless, CNY wishes still must be wished. May the year of ox provide us with more food like beef soup noodle or beef steak. Oh, and a more prosperous year ahead after the rat churned all the food it ate and the shit came out in the form of global economy crisis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SYC3ZQ04nhI/AAAAAAAAB3c/rH3aJF6Bbn8/s1600-h/DSC01664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SYC3ZQ04nhI/AAAAAAAAB3c/rH3aJF6Bbn8/s320/DSC01664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296434806429097490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="title_div3192891359" property="dc:title"&gt;年年有鱼, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-221714066396119566?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SYC3ZiKLHjI/AAAAAAAAB3s/YcPXW8Svmro/s72-c/DSC01672.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-3516493504012409443</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 10:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-20T19:40:47.450+08:00</atom:updated><title>Randomness</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bleh...nothing to blog now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Life here in the second month of my 2 month stay is not as lively as the first, all thanks to the kids going to school. So life's pretty much a routine, wake up, do stuff until evening, then go gym, come back and eat, then do something until bedtime, repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I've also enrolled in 2nd year's courses a week ago, so uni related stuff should be settled by now, all i need to do now is to pay my fees when i get back to Adelaide. Not to mention this year i only have 3 subjects, so less contact hours, means more free time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SXW1gEV8kxI/AAAAAAAAB0s/GnyaBM_XPkg/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SXW1gEV8kxI/AAAAAAAAB0s/GnyaBM_XPkg/s320/Presentation1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293336499570119442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I've also been playing football with a bunch of kids. I admit, playing football with boys 5-7 years younger than me seems.....sad. But that's the only time i can play football, plus it may be good in improving my confidence ;) . So there's this kid who asked me what's my name, so i told him i dont have a name, and in class, teacher calls me "boy number 12". So from then on, whenever i try to nick the ball away from that boy, he would shout "Boy number 12, please don't take my ball!"  or something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Seems like recently, SOMEBODY had Krispy Kreme...been wanting to have KK since i came, but always forgotten...then they reminded me about my intentions :P. So hopefully by this weekend or so, i'll get myself some...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-3516493504012409443?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/01/randomness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SXW1gEV8kxI/AAAAAAAAB0s/GnyaBM_XPkg/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-4035938802304331368</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 08:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-15T19:55:34.488+08:00</atom:updated><title>Harmonious Malaysia? Think Again..</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I've just read this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/7816455.stm"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; from BBC about Malaysia's current situation. Seems like after almost a year away from the country, the situation did not even change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Its funny how within a country that is always promoted with smiles and warmth to outsiders, there's still turmoil amongst the different race of a country. To think that we categorize each other according to their ethnicity, calling each other based on racial background instead of the land where you are born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It just doesn't make sense when you call each other chinese or indians, because those two words represent people of China and India nationality respectively. People are just proud of the colour of their skin, thus trying to label themselves differently. Not wanting to categorize with others under the group "Malaysians".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It isn't help by the government at all. Whenever we are filling forms, these details came up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Date of Birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;RACE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And we would gladly fill in MELAYU, CINA, IBAN or INDIA based on what we are. Heck, even babies are taught how to be racial, if you don't believe go check your birth certificate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SW8SRd7YtaI/AAAAAAAABz8/tC5LwPYC1TM/s1600-h/Form1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SW8SRd7YtaI/AAAAAAAABz8/tC5LwPYC1TM/s320/Form1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291468178484409762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;First of all, what does a race have to do with say, applying for a driving's license? I've never known a particular race is better in driving than others, do they have statistics that shows such? They might as well arrange university application forms to such way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;RACE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;D.O.B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Education qualification (optional):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then there exists certain individuals or groups that still trying to hold onto such pre-civilized thinking. Take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_depth/7816686.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; individual for example. Look, i have nothing against the Malays. In fact, i have lots of malay friends, people that i know through uni or forums. But it's this small group of people that is afraid of change, afraid that they will not survive without the privilege given. To hell with your privilege! Saying stuff like "This is our land basically. And we have already given one special privilege to the non-Malays, that is citizenship,". Filthy bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Again, why categorize into Malays and non-Malays? and don't think that citizenship is being "given", that just shows how much he lacks in his history knowledge. Citizenships are granted just because everyone wanted to be indipendent. It is required in the constitution before being approved by the British, don't make it sounded like it's out of your own generousity. If we were not granted indipendence in the first place, chinese would have done better in the business world, looking at the power of China now. If such people are future leaders, sorry to say i see no future in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SW8kGIeSPlI/AAAAAAAAB0M/WxA1_TCKssk/s1600-h/merdeka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SW8kGIeSPlI/AAAAAAAAB0M/WxA1_TCKssk/s320/merdeka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291487774955945554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And not to be biased, the same goes to other races. I grew up in a chinese community, knowing friends and people that have the mentality that everything we earn are for our own sake. That means whatever i earn, i have to keep to myself and my family. The more i earn, the better i will be. Chinese is superior because there's 1.3 billion of us. Chinese &gt; Malays &gt; other races. Screw Malays because i pay tax to government, and government = Malays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Again, why dragged racial sentiments into this issue? I was given the excuse "They did nothing to us, why should we do something for it?" when people are asked about being connected to the country. Sad to say, this is how majority chinese thinks, and i admit i used to think this way before looking at it in a wider view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The thinking is simple. I study, i grow up and work, i save money for my children, then i die. This is all thanks to my parents and relatives, so they deserve my respect. Also have to thank business counterparts who make good deals. All these are not wrong at all. But don't you think i left out something important? Did i mentioned about the land that i was born in, grow up in, and for most, study, work, grow old and die in? Did i mention about the air that i breath is being released by the trees grown on this land, the water i drank runs in the river of this land, food that i eat grown on this land? This piece of land is called Malaysia, in case you are just concentrating on the history of Mainland China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know we chinese and also fellow minorities Indians feel we are being under-treated by the government, because we are not malays. And then we start saying government = malays. And then we start to shun the malays. Think again. We always say that rich malay leaders got their money from the money paid from tax, while rich chinese leaders earn their hardwork. Bull la! This is all down to individuals, stop stereotyping just because Zakaria owns a mansion and Ong Tee Keat does not have one. Stop justifying your argument based on the colour of their skin and the size of their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SW8TUtLh08I/AAAAAAAAB0E/D0PeUV-_hDM/s1600-h/IstanaZakaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SW8TUtLh08I/AAAAAAAAB0E/D0PeUV-_hDM/s320/IstanaZakaria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291469333629883330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And then there's political party based on race. UMNO for malays, MCA for chinese, MIC for indians etc etc. Grouped together as BN, but everyone minding their own business. No difference with the Malaysia we all know now. While other countries have political groups based on how the country will be run, we have political groups that decide which towns or cities are being overlooked by which race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The solution is simple: erase the word Race from our dictionary. What we try to keep alive, what we try to keep as a tradition, what we are proud of is not our race, but in fact our culture and heritage. In fact, i can't seem to think of any benefits of being categorized into races. If you start to call me a chinese outside Malaysia, i would probably be offended because for me, chinese is not a race, but a nationality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sad to say i can't see that happening in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-4035938802304331368?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/01/harmonious-malaysia-think-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SW8SRd7YtaI/AAAAAAAABz8/tC5LwPYC1TM/s72-c/Form1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-2738481923377765116</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-11T23:21:45.544+08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday Auntie!!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I will feel guilty if i dun post this hoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Today a certain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://meeyien.blogspot.com/"&gt;Auntie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; celebrates her &lt;s&gt;96th&lt;/s&gt; 21st birthday!! Old already, yet still actively posting on her blog. Although i am waaay younger than her, i can be considered as her blogging senior, so u should visit here often to learn tips and tricks ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Besides blogging, her hobby includes punching or slapping people on the arm, talks like the auntie u always meet at pasar tamu and smile sheeply whenever taking pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sorry ya, no pic for this post...dunno which pic to post...all smiling sheeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, have a good holiday, and enjoy the gang's Sarawak tour! Too bad i'm not back there, less 1 people for u to punch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: take note i say sheeply, not sheepishly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-2738481923377765116?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-auntie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-8811402187571892522</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T00:18:26.846+08:00</atom:updated><title>So Near yet So Far.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Without me noticing, tennis top stars have already landed in Doha yesterday. Ever since i found out tickets for semi finals onwards are sold out, i did not bother much about the updates on the Qatar Open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tournament is starting today, with Roddick having an easy game against Navarro, now tv is showing doubles involving Nadal. They are just 20 minutes driving away from me, yet  i dun have the chance to see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh well, i will definitely be here again this time around next year, so as soon as the ticket is out, i'll definitely be getting them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-8811402187571892522?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-near-yet-so-far.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-5472057934300502086</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 22:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T06:19:44.625+08:00</atom:updated><title>Another New Year??</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yet another new year. It is supposed to be the time to be celebrating, managing to finish the year 2008 alive and kick start the year of 2009. Also this is the last year of the 200x decade, as next year will be categorized in 201x series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I will spare you guys with all my trackbacks of the year 2008, not that i'm implying it is boring, so no offense to those who did. Rather, i just want to wish all of you a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;, and may everything you believe in take its correct course. Maybe this year's feng shui talk may be accurate? I remember this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; charismatic lady called Lilian Too always with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;crap&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; feng shui talks. Did it come true for 2008? and what is her new prediction for 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;On the other hand, i probably did bring in some bad luck from 2008 all the way to 2009. i slightly sprained my ankle while playing football, stepping awkwardly on a water sprinkler and heard a crack sound. Nothing big though, as i still can walk and jump and run, but i bandaged my ankle to minimize movement, but i think its not going as planed, as i played ping pong with my leg bandaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SVvvF36R1zI/AAAAAAAABzU/oWjsrZEK5DI/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SVvvF36R1zI/AAAAAAAABzU/oWjsrZEK5DI/s320/DSC01606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286081471836182322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, hopefully after ending the year 2008 with an injury, maybe the whole 2009 will be full of blessings. We will slowly wait and see what will happen in the next 365 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-5472057934300502086?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SVvvF36R1zI/AAAAAAAABzU/oWjsrZEK5DI/s72-c/DSC01606.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-7889599975208879035</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 08:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-26T16:52:34.573+08:00</atom:updated><title>Tracking Down Sponge and Star</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm sure most of you must have watched Spongebob Squarepants, our friendly underwater sponge friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SVSZigp7qtI/AAAAAAAABy8/Sbqxc7mcQLM/s1600-h/door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SVSZigp7qtI/AAAAAAAABy8/Sbqxc7mcQLM/s320/door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284017080972847826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I've made a huge discovery here. Apparently, they dun live in the sea. They are on land, and i have just found them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SVSag9Lax3I/AAAAAAAABzE/ERfrjCPsVEQ/s1600-h/DSC01603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SVSag9Lax3I/AAAAAAAABzE/ERfrjCPsVEQ/s320/DSC01603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284018153781380978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And if you look closely, you can actually see Spongebob taking a nap outside Patrick's house. He's there just outside the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What? you can't see it? Wait...let me zoom in for you and post the zoomed in picture of Spongebob..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SVSbAjuIPlI/AAAAAAAABzM/1QnvUbnTP3o/s1600-h/spongebobisdeadwy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SVSbAjuIPlI/AAAAAAAABzM/1QnvUbnTP3o/s320/spongebobisdeadwy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284018696703458898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Next thing i'm gonna do, i'll try to find a giant pineapple around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-7889599975208879035?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2008/12/tracking-down-sponge-and-star.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SVSZigp7qtI/AAAAAAAABy8/Sbqxc7mcQLM/s72-c/door.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-2208951777758550574</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 23:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-25T07:49:28.019+08:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Christmas Everybody!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just came back from church for the Christmas midnight mass, and i have to say this is one of the biggest mass i have ever attended! Due to traffic, we arrive at the church at 9.50pm for the 10pm mass, even though we left the house at 9pm! when we arrive, not only the main church is full, even the chairs outside are also all occupied! So we ended up standing outside in the cold winter night for the mass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mass ended at around 11.45pm, and then the nightmare began....massive traffic again! we only arrive home at past 1am, meaning we were in traffic for 1.5 hours, when the journey from the church to my house normally take 15 minutes. Sorry no pictures for everything, i forgot to bring out my phone as it was still charging when i left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just a short post this time, to wish all of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A B&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;D C&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-2208951777758550574?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everybody.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34043715.post-7224806477966064977</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T04:43:33.201+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sponsored post</category><title>Got a Wish!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Recently i entered this site called CEIVA Digital Photo Frame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=28957&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.sitonsantaslap.com%2F%3Futm_source%3Db" rel="nofollow"&gt;got a wish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, where i get to upload my pictures into a movie on that website!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;CEIVA Digital Photo Frame basically provides you with photo frames that allows you to put digital pictures in it. It's like a photo frame, except that the image inside the frame is graphics. Honestly, this is the first time i heard of such things, but they are cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;anyway, about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.sitonsantaslap.com/?utm_source=b"&gt;the website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, the video will start playing about Santa and his elf showing you pics on the digital frame, and then they will request you to insert your picture to put into the frame. So i did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SUlh8OGRBZI/AAAAAAAABxs/Zy92G7LZXIE/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SUlh8OGRBZI/AAAAAAAABxs/Zy92G7LZXIE/s320/Slide1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280859725273040274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I just chose this pic because it's something legendary that happened to me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Not only that, Santa will check whether you are naughty or nice, so you have to insert your name, as well as what you want for Christmas. As i am an unselfish person, i put "World Peace".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then Santa will look up your name in his book, and check whether you are naughty or nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SUlitIw3crI/AAAAAAAABx0/RoC7uYqcYwk/s1600-h/Slide2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SUlitIw3crI/AAAAAAAABx0/RoC7uYqcYwk/s320/Slide2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280860565654696626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So head over to the site, and have fun with it! You might get lucky, as one random entry per day will be drawn, and you will stand a chance to win $500!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;map name="map2068"&gt;&lt;area href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=28957&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.sitonsantaslap.com%2F%3Futm_source%3Db" shape="rect" coords="0,0,206,45" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;area href="http://socialspark.com/code_of_ethics" shape="rect" coords="207,0,225,45" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;img alt="Post?slot_id=28957&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fsocialspark" src="http://socialspark.com/metrics/view/post?slot_id=28957&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fimages%2Fdisclosure_badges%2Fdisclosure_badge_grey.png" usemap="#map2068" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34043715-7224806477966064977?l=wtdaclub.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtdaclub.blogspot.com/2008/12/got-wish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pyroboy1911)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBCW4_T3hVQ/SUlh8OGRBZI/AAAAAAAABxs/Zy92G7LZXIE/s72-c/Slide1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
