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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983</id><updated>2008-01-28T21:11:23.261+08:00</updated><title type="text">énigme de mes coeur</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/muronaldo07" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-2002041730031347626</id><published>2008-01-28T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:11:23.287+08:00</updated><title type="text">Team Hoyt!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Mariah Carey - Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not known of Team Hoyt, you MUST know of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Ricky Ho emphasize on &lt;em&gt;"a father's love"&lt;/em&gt; yesterday during sermon and it has touches the life of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In John 3:16, it says:&lt;br /&gt;"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was reminded to memorize this verse ever since young. It does indeed tells about the love of our beloved Father up above us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready to be touched and inspired through the 9min clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see people without any signs of disability just wasting and throwing away their lifes while people like Rick Hoyt, who doesn't have a chance to live a normal life, struggle for independents and mobility, yet continue to never give up to TRY to live and lead a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trully it was... &lt;em&gt;impossible is nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we have &lt;em&gt;the world greatest dad&lt;/em&gt;. A dad sacrificing his entire life &amp;amp; career for the upbringing of his own son. A commoner who doesn't find favor in atlethic running in an IRONMAN aka triathlon. Carrying his son through every stop... just wanting to reach the finish line which signify victory over disability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh... God is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyiApzjIuzw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyiApzjIuzw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you find peace in the fact that we're in fact... a class above Rick. If he can achieve what he ought to achieve, there's no reason unto ANY of our failures. Treasure life!! Do not throw your future away. Mull over consequences and start acting upon your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/_VPP55jJd40/team-hoyt.html" title="Team Hoyt!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=2002041730031347626" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/2002041730031347626/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2002041730031347626" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/2002041730031347626" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/team-hoyt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-7985017798464723023</id><published>2008-01-27T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:57:27.382+08:00</updated><title type="text">Justice? Pardon Me...</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Jonas Brothers - When I Looked Into Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/1/27/nation/20144848&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;headlines on The Star &lt;/a&gt;might suggest, "A joyful mood has turned sour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when I was 10, my dad came home after work with a dull emotions. He later told about the story where his superior (Mr.Chan)'s wife was shot from point-blank somewhere near the Istana Negara. "She just happend to be at the wrong place &amp;amp; the wrong time." That's the only statement released by his superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police caught the culprit (grandson of the former Finance Minister) almost instantly and was placed in jail. In 2005, he was found guilty and was imposed DEATH SENTENCE upon his act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years down the road, 8 years after the incident. Just when Mr.Chan &amp;amp; family moved on from the incident (recently re-married) the King... PARDON the offender's DEATH SENTECE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we wonder is there even justice within the country. Think of it this way, by law, a life taken with malice aforethought shall repay with his/her own life. A life for a life i believe. But it isn't the case as of now. Why's there loopholes within the law? Why isn't the death sentence ALREADY executed? Why do people like him deserve a second chance at life?! Did the offender even give the victim a second shot at life? How's it fair?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawddd... I'm left wondering would a king ever understand the heart and thoughts of a commoner. Or will the king continue to do whatsoever in favor of his personal terms. The decision of a King is vital unto the entire country, and if this sort of decision come by, you worry if it might affect you somehow. I'm convinced there's something behind it. I don't believe the offender deserve a second chance in life neither do I believe that the King will grant clemency just because the offender's name was suggested unto the King. There's no free meal in this world. The death of Mr.Chan's wife was worthless and to many, as if nothing had happend. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by law, the offender's a freeman. Maybe serve another 1/3 of his time in jail and he'll be out walking amidst us. A killer amidst us. Wowww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm once again amazed by this country's government and King's decision. I'm speechless as gutted as I'm today. My thoughts are with Mr.Chan's family and that I'm happy to say that, at least, I won't be around to face the fact that a killer is freed from his death sentence and that my life will be at risk. All it takes is to be at the wrong place, and the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware fellow mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/Yzxq2Sy6tG8/justice-pardon-me.html" title="Justice? Pardon Me..." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=7985017798464723023" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/7985017798464723023/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7985017798464723023" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/7985017798464723023" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/justice-pardon-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-292400664225601652</id><published>2008-01-26T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:15:22.871+08:00</updated><title type="text">Forever Could Start TODAY!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;26th January 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2z4GNGOJ9wY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2z4GNGOJ9wY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each happy ending's a brand new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I wonder which one of the many All American Girl will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/qvYfFAgYJr0/forever-could-start-today.html" title="Forever Could Start TODAY!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=292400664225601652" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/292400664225601652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/292400664225601652" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/292400664225601652" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/forever-could-start-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-5511087773069389918</id><published>2008-01-24T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:14:40.474+08:00</updated><title type="text">CONNIE TALBOT! Awhhhhh...</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Connie Talbot - I Will Always Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't contain the joy in me to have found such amazing talent till I burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MUM!! You've gotta look at this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too much, too adorable, too amzingly amazing... Just simply AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, I'm not easily please as I always am, this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONNIE TALBOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158920089612138498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5gqfQX1OAI/AAAAAAAAA6s/VfbyJNSxGrA/s320/67440006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Born on the 20th of November of 2000 in Streetly, Metropolitan Borough of Wallsall, West Midland. She shoot to fame during last year's &lt;em&gt;Britain's Got Talent&lt;/em&gt;, competing against talents from all over the country age range from as young as... CONNIE to contestants a 2 dozen of her age!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although she lost out not by much during the finals, nonetheless, she still lasted till the finals! Not bad for a 6 year old eyh? Singing the famous &lt;em&gt;Somewhere Over The Rainbow&lt;/em&gt; since audition, her adorable yet amazing voice touched the heart of many. Her confident level inspired millions. And her gracious, sweet smile makes billions of people goes... "AWHHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Cowell was the man behind Connie drive. She practically "idolize" him, no thanks to American Idol. During audition, when Simon Cowell called her SIMPLY MAGICAL, it shifted her confident level to another level which contributed much to her awesome run in the competition. Take a look for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWNoiVrJDsE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWNoiVrJDsE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even American Idols winner don't get such remarks from the ever-so-mean Simon Cowell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnUOJonRcCw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnUOJonRcCw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She's singing Ben! That's howww Michael Jackson got famous! No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2cnRXmMn2Ag&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2cnRXmMn2Ag&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;During BGT final. It's sad that she didn't get the notch. While many were gutted by the results, she was still beaming with a wide smile on her face. Unbelievable! =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_5W4t_CBzg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_5W4t_CBzg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJ0nS7jVE3A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJ0nS7jVE3A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Winner of BGT - Paul Potts. Not too bad la.. He's being compared to the likes of Pavarotti. Comparable? You tell me. But if Simon Cowell and the judges believe so, no-one should protest and question. =) Ohh, just a thinker, do you think the queen will prefer young Connie or tenor Paul instead? haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, Connie manage to get on with an album despite some dispute with Sony BMG. This is during her recordings. Lydiaaaaaa... I want one! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158920403144751122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5gqxgX1OBI/AAAAAAAAA60/VIMzlNex0fg/s320/DSC_5254.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wN5FmiWmc10&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wN5FmiWmc10&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, there you have it, young &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Connie Talbot&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure her adorable voice and sweet smile touches you somehow. COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply facinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, if you people haven't know yettt, her idol is none other than LEONA LEWIS! Hah... Another firm favorite of mine! Gawdd... British singer gets me going frenzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her interview at her &lt;a href="http://www.connietalbot.com/aboutme.php"&gt;webpage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out! &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/GtPl910_MHM/connie-talbot-awhhhhh.html" title="CONNIE TALBOT! Awhhhhh..." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=5511087773069389918" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/5511087773069389918/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5511087773069389918" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/5511087773069389918" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/connie-talbot-awhhhhh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-3314746644700825655</id><published>2008-01-20T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:53:37.709+08:00</updated><title type="text">B'day Bashes @ Alam Suria</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Ashanti - The Way That I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Zen celebrated his 19th b'day in Alam Suria today. Sure was an unusual place for a b'day party. Nonetheless, it was nothing short of fun! I was late this time round due to my community service (street feeding) at YMCA, brickfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you were curious and I end up explaining it over and over and over and over and over..... again! phewwww. Anyhooo, it's nothing like what I expected it to be. Not one bit! Simply cos I expected the place to be dirty, and that I'll have to get my hands all dirty with food all over and stuffs. Ahhh... much to my surprise, my hands were all CLEAN and shiny mannn! haha... Shiny cos' the guharajan family kept giving me an antibacteria thiggy that acts as water. Oh well... So yea, I had my fun with the blinds, deaf, dumb, poor, and lil' ones! You just feel the joy in you whenever they say thank you whole heartedly. It's just feel so fulfilling! It certianly was a tremendous experience. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to took any pictures - although I got my camera with me - due to a few significant reasons:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I was busy serving and cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;2) It'll be rude to take photo while those people are eating.&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't feel nice taking photo during my community service hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I believe those reasons are good enough. But I'll still try to get some when times come cos you people should see it for yourself! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was much of a rush for me travelling all the way back. With the heavy jam in Mid Valley &amp;amp; Bangsar sure didn't help but heap more anger into my already cranky mood. Besides, I was already uber late for the party. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Alam Suria at about... 4pm? Met up with the peep and... we had fun once again! It was more like a farewell party I should say. Many of them are leaving already. Ming Zen himself is leaving on the 31st along with Carolyn I believe. Cerys will also be going back to NZ soon, I believe while the other few of us are just enjoying our last few months back at M'sia before we ALL go our seperate ways. Let's not get all emo and crazy now. So okay, the only reason the party was held in Alam Suria was because it was a joint party with Cerys. Met her quite sometime ago through Juss. Andd yea, MZ &amp;amp; Cerys just decided to held the party together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh... you know what people? It's getting booring. Lets just let the pictures tell the story shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Feel free to grab if you see yourself in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157247717608160434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5I5eZK6fLI/AAAAAAAAA40/cg4_PNksazQ/s320/IMG_2223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157248387623058626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5I6FZK6fMI/AAAAAAAAA48/jSOsLYgrmQI/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So, there were people playing bball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157249882271677666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5I7cZK6fOI/AAAAAAAAA5M/LNeuYm4vG0k/s320/IMG_2205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157249126357433554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5I6wZK6fNI/AAAAAAAAA5E/EloIdi2o6QE/s320/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157250900178926834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5I8XpK6fPI/AAAAAAAAA5U/k5n0tT-ogM4/s320/IMG_2218.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Some playing football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157252081294933250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5I9cZK6fQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/6pTcg_BoXbk/s320/IMG_2195.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Some just sat and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157252845799111954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5I-I5K6fRI/AAAAAAAAA5k/pFhiEJP-gyo/s320/IMG_2224.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And some swam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157253906656034082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5I_GpK6fSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/FLUZWuWHID8/s320/IMG_2225.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sean reminds me of Isaac Mendez's drawing of Peter Petrelli first flew! No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157254701224983858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5I_05K6fTI/AAAAAAAAA50/wEzF5P__dQc/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Apparently, JerMayn likes my glasses. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157255457139227970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5JAg5K6fUI/AAAAAAAAA58/LRQHSGX48cw/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157256552355888466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5JBgpK6fVI/AAAAAAAAA6E/aAHkeyKMssU/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157257338334903650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5JCOZK6fWI/AAAAAAAAA6M/rBVYvRxGWvE/s320/IMG_2289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157257969695096178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5JCzJK6fXI/AAAAAAAAA6U/i7vb4ec__2U/s320/IMG_2300.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The four monkey were jumping in and out of the pool! haha... Real livewire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157258635415027074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5JDZ5K6fYI/AAAAAAAAA6c/akILmM0NAm8/s320/IMG_2304.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Last 3 b'day babies! Sean cheated! He's a Dec' baby. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157259249595350418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R5JD9pK6fZI/AAAAAAAAA6k/AocCV3ZZghA/s320/IMG_2307.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Juss &amp;amp; Cerys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... Certainly was my picture of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out! &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/ePE1DmkTo2w/bday-bashes-alam-suria.html" title="B'day Bashes @ Alam Suria" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=3314746644700825655" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/3314746644700825655/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3314746644700825655" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/3314746644700825655" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/bday-bashes-alam-suria.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-1015589661110919743</id><published>2008-01-20T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:13:55.058+08:00</updated><title type="text">Paradox!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Carrie Underwood - Sometimes You Leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;: Jammy, where got chicken wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Small Giant la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Un.James&lt;/span&gt;: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Snowman&lt;/span&gt;: Yea la, small giant got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Un.James&lt;/span&gt;: What'd you mean by &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;GIANT? Giant is giant la, where got small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Ohh... I didn't know it was contradicting! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Un.James&lt;/span&gt;: haha... You should've just said... Baby giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/Iq4Irvo5sGw/contradictory-statements.html" title="Paradox!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=1015589661110919743" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/1015589661110919743/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1015589661110919743" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/1015589661110919743" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/contradictory-statements.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-1311421347244342719</id><published>2008-01-17T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:57:25.259+08:00</updated><title type="text">Queer Job For The Queer Guy</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Faber Drive - Tongue Tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156471574068100258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R493k5K6fKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/L3zQHfPAnGs/s320/jpcalderon1up3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J.P Calderon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/idP-_PaYrKc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/idP-_PaYrKc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trully emotional wreckking.&lt;br /&gt;It's tough to come clean all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;It was never gonna be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My full admiration to JP Calderon for all the guts he has. He might be gay, but gays does have feeling as well! With such, we shouldn't discriminate gays!! You see, JP was a national volleyball player and he was more of a comformist - afraid of being different (just like many of us) from the public and what'd or will people think of us - just being scard to be DifFRenT in a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; environment. To the extend, he even dated a woman and insisted that he was &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; when he was working in a gay bar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd... To many of you who ASS-U-ME that Janice Dickinson is such a bitch, take a look at the following video and... think twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVO9alT1rHg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVO9alT1rHg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so lovely and comforting. She may looks like some angry woman who lost her husband to another woman at times, but she's just being her. She continuously stress on the point on "BEING ONERSELF", don't you think she's just being herself afterall? She shouts, she yells, she swears, she forces... but heck! All those are just what SHE wanted to do. And trust me, she's not one-bit concern on whether or not what we think about her. Her modeling agency remains one of the world most renowned. What'd you think will happen if there isn't such strong character leading the charge up in the agency?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Put yourself in JP Calderon's position, and that you've come to the decision to accept the offer and come clean. To be in the shoot alone, having all that thoughts and saying of others just running through his mind? Mannn, that's insane. Really. There's where Janice Dickinson comes into play. My gawd she's one heck of a comforting individual. At one point, where JP was struggling to get into the right fit for the shoot, she went straight into what she does best - support and care for her models. I trully believe in her words that says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Family and friends. Family, friends, student of your volleyball, will only respect the fact that you've become honest with yourself, and everybody else. Live for youself, not through other people's eyes in the way you think you should be in their eyes. Otherwise, you will be a very unhappy old person. Trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-direct quote of Janice Dickinson herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is she such a dick afterall? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To me, JP Calderon's an inspirator. He might be gay, but so what? We shouldn't discriminate the gays. Gays are still humans. And so is the lesbians. They're special in the sense that they are only interested &amp;amp; comfortable with people of the same sex. As much as it's a sin in the eyes of the Lord, I strongly disagree that people as such should rot in hell and be dubbed a social outcast within the social hierachy of a country. Afterall, it's a personal choice. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an inspiring epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should be oneself regardless of what the world might think or believe in. One shouldn't live in a life full of lies. One shouldn't be a comformist. We should claim our indentity! Why live your live just like any other? Think of it this way, we should live our life the way we want it and who knows? One day others will be looking unto us? Be original. Time spend on trying to fit into an environment isn't wise. One should spend those time being creating a new model unto others... YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aaron wants to embrace unabashed enthusiasm from now on. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and that goes again to remain you that all hot guys are, well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aaron wants to embrace unabashed enthusiasm from now on. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- jammy - Candle light &amp;amp; soul forever `satisfied says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so the only reason we aren't gay is cos we ain't hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aaron wants to embrace unabashed enthusiasm from now on. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha, yeah, sort of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What're your thoughts? Ohh, even Wentworth Miller from prison break is gay, so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out! &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/ZUPxCyhrDvA/queer-job-for-straight-guy.html" title="Queer Job For The Queer Guy" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=1311421347244342719" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/1311421347244342719/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1311421347244342719" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/1311421347244342719" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/queer-job-for-straight-guy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-6326916517739640331</id><published>2008-01-15T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:42:07.406+08:00</updated><title type="text">Reminder For All Unmarried-Couples!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : The Kiranas - Eagles Wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear IT Support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a slow down in the overall performance, particularly in the flower, gifts and jewellery applications that had operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Husband 1.0 un-installed many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, but installed undesirable programs such as Formula One 5.0, NBA 3.0 and World Cup 2.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Conversation 8.0 no longer runs and House Cleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system. I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Housewife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Desperate Housewife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First keep in mind:&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend 5.0 is an entertainment package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try entering the command C:\ I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME and download Tears 6.2 to install Guilt 3.0. If all works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the&lt;br /&gt;applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5. But remember, overuse can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5 or Late Night Teh Tarik 6.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Night 6.1 is a very bad program that will create SnoringLoudly. wav files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-Law 1.0 or reinstall another Boyfriend program. These are not supported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have a limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might consider additional software to improve memory and performance. I personally recommend Hot Tasty Food 3.0 and Tongkat Ali 6.9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck,&lt;br /&gt;IT Support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Girls will be girls &amp;amp; guys will be guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out! &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/rNI7KTxC7pU/reminder-for-all-unmarried-couples.html" title="Reminder For All Unmarried-Couples!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=6326916517739640331" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/6326916517739640331/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6326916517739640331" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/6326916517739640331" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/reminder-for-all-unmarried-couples.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-2768496540084591906</id><published>2008-01-13T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:53:19.501+08:00</updated><title type="text">I Don't Think About, Being Myself, There Ain't No Doubt About It</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : The Morning Light - Books &amp;amp; Letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many might wonder what my decision was, I choose to breakaway and keep it to myself. It was a tough call, nonetheless, I'm quite happy about it through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I've picked the States among the 3 country. Although it contrast with my personal agenda, I believe my reason is a pretty darn good one to compensate for it. I took time to get over it - the sudden change of environment and future pathway - and it has finally sank in. Thank God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the education fair yesterday for the career talk (engineering faculty). It concerns job opportunity within the country and of course, lucrative field that're worth looking into. Bio-diesle, aeronautics. I've to say, I'm quite hyped up and excited about the prospect after listening to the talkER and of course, staying in for the day and thinking over it once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yaaaaa... In choosing the states, it allows me to have an unexpected 8 months break. And I've to say, I've been very unproductive in my first week of schooless-ness. Everytime I meet up with the boys, they'll pop up the question - "What've you been up to?" Haha, quite frankly, NUH-THING! Or rather, I don't know how to explain to you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're what I've been up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154923289897499682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R4n3a5K6fCI/AAAAAAAAA3s/kJgIMfSQjrI/s320/IMG_2165.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Preparing (not studying) for my upcoming SAT in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154925836813106226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R4n5vJK6fDI/AAAAAAAAA30/mvLprqVA_RM/s320/IMG_2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting my community hours done so I can get my OSSD certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154927202612706370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R4n6-pK6fEI/AAAAAAAAA38/VX37W3PlpO4/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Signed myself up for British Council. No, waittt, I'm actually on the waiting list only. Boooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154928383728712786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R4n8DZK6fFI/AAAAAAAAA4E/dYypWqTfkok/s320/IMG_2171.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, getting my application form done in time for submission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating on my application essay has got me panic-king nowww. I've already written one, however I feel that it pretty much sucks. It's tough `cos you've to describe yourself in 150 words. Good &amp;amp; bad points. Miannn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much my week. Also, approval from my parents to join True Fitness is still pending. My medical check up for my application will be in a week time. And my tuition starts as soon as tomorrow! Tuitioning people as well as getting myself tuitionED by my neighbor on Trigonometry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! I've also got myself sign up for street feeding campaign for church! After much debating with myself, I've decided to join. No thanks for PAN-DEE aka Fishy Joe for persuading me. hees! Matter of fact, I'm pretty much looking forward to it now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another completely unrelated note, my dad's an awesome dad. Did you people knew that? haha... So okay, I jokingly told him I was bored at home the other day. As usual, he gives me that lecturing looks of "DO something for yourself! Don't waste your own time..." I got on with life and didn't bother much. Guess what?! Yesterday, he came back with 2 COMPLETE season of PRISON BREAK! Although I prefer the Hills - starring hottie Lauren Conrad &amp;amp; Heidi Montag - I'm still gonna watch how that gay-ass Wentworth Miller break out from prison to kill some boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154953474927656050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R4oS35K6fHI/AAAAAAAAA4U/UUnmt9YV1PI/s320/TheHills_flipbook_cover1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Very much attractive ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154954020388502658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R4oTXpK6fII/AAAAAAAAA4c/W5bnAR5Pi6o/s320/prison_break_tv_show.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Macho gila! Okay, that prison map tattoo looks cool la. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, so my dad's very awesome. Ohh, did I mention he got me this as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154929715168574562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R4n9Q5K6fGI/AAAAAAAAA4M/LaJ2UreyHkI/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 200ml. How awesome it's?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a good week peepz! Peace humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out! &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/oqL7_OsPKnY/i-dont-think-about-being-myself-there.html" title="I Don't Think About, Being Myself, There Ain't No Doubt About It" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=2768496540084591906" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/2768496540084591906/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2768496540084591906" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/2768496540084591906" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-think-about-being-myself-there.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-7138257553733840650</id><published>2008-01-10T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:29:11.617+08:00</updated><title type="text">Agent 007!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : All For One - As Beautiful As You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEHOLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olga Kurylenko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153865937668701202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R4Y1w5K6fBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/YcOBoBtxhxk/s320/04uu4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 22nd BOND girl! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girl that will star along side Daniel Craig in the 22nd edition of the legendary agent 007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to previous report of Gemma Arterton being the 22nd bond, Olga Kurylenko will be getting the notch instead. So it makes more sense now. Oldga Kurylenko is an international actress. Starring on gun shooting, movie chart A-lister - Hitman along side agent baldy - Timothy Olyphant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can SEEEE, Olga Kurylenko is much seductive and possess jaw-dropping "asset" which really, fits the criteria of being a BOND girl. I believe Mr.Bond needs more than just looks, don't he? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If Mr. Hitman gets to see her topless, how much more Mr.Bond will get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ohh, did I mention Olga Kurylenko has great lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As reported, the 22nd edition of agent 007 will kick off where Casino Royale left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/03w-oiA1Yyg/agent-007.html" title="Agent 007!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=7138257553733840650" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/7138257553733840650/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7138257553733840650" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/7138257553733840650" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/agent-007.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-7109094800252651770</id><published>2008-01-10T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:19:14.354+08:00</updated><title type="text">Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Faber Drive - When I'm With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the oh-so-famous pj shopping mall called ONE UTAMA today. Walking with snowman and my mum, doing some window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking. Walking. Walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in Jusco. My feet were tired. I held unto a shelf full of pitchers. Just trying to get some support - allowing my poor feet to rest a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman came from behind with her young 3 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woman&lt;/span&gt; : *Look at her son - "Say, excuse me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNCLE&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Son&lt;/span&gt; : *Look up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : *Move aside and let them pass. Thinking inside me, did she just call me an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNCLE&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt; : *Looking at me - Did she just called you an uncle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Snowman&lt;/span&gt; : *Look at me -&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; UNCLE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : *Speechless + full of rage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those for a sunglass over my head? Or because I wore shirt? Orrr... She spotted a few white hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miannnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out! &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/fK9YsPB8Fdc/grace-me-no-grace-nor-uncle-me-no-uncle.html" title="Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=7109094800252651770" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/7109094800252651770/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7109094800252651770" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/7109094800252651770" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/grace-me-no-grace-nor-uncle-me-no-uncle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-6216474410982858991</id><published>2008-01-08T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:54:40.721+08:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Ne-Yo - Go On Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let it out, son. It's the beginning of wisdom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/hoEu5npiThY/currently-listening-to-ne-yo-go-on-girl.html" title="" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=6216474410982858991" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/6216474410982858991/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6216474410982858991" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/6216474410982858991" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/currently-listening-to-ne-yo-go-on-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-4881866153443766951</id><published>2008-01-06T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:05:38.383+08:00</updated><title type="text">WWJD?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : BBmak - Ghost of You &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 days had been physically and mentally draining. I haven't felt so pressured for a long time. In fact I can't even recall my last. Anyhow, I'm not sure whether or not it's a good or bad news, but it pretty much sums up my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152394554887535586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R4D7jJK6e-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/a-bi_SgFE-I/s320/togbl5kfk11uz.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152394696621456370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R4D7rZK6e_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/LWymXkuo804/s320/unsw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been accepted to 2 of the most renowned university in Aussie land. Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology, better known as RMIT, and University of New South Wales aka UNSW. Both university have rich history of producing some of the top engineers in the present world. Regardless of which field it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit, I was stunned with what I heard from the representative in IDP. She said that my current results were good enough (I strongly disagree with her) to enter to the 2 of the most popular university (engineering field) in Melbourne. Of course, there's always ANU, UWA, Monash, etc... Much of which better off then UNSW, and RMIT as a whole. But I'm contented with my option of RMIT &amp;amp; UNSW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came really quickly and all the councellor wants at the moment was my decision. A yes will put me straight on the flight for next month's intake - which means I'll be leaving end of Jan' 08. What's standing between me and the university is my age. I've not turn 18 and I'll have to apply for guardianship, homestay and all those documentation that needs time to process. And it'll be in a rush which irritates me a little. But I found comfort with the fact that I'm accepted somewhere. A university my peers find difficulty in receiving an offer letter. A university which offers quality education. A university with wourld wide recognition. What more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder upon the choices laid in front of me. It was tough. I have Canada in my heart all this while. US's lucrative scholarship deal at the corner of my head. All closing into me. I felt very messed up inside me. The councellor looked at me and said, "I'm sorry to put you into this sort of situation, but if I were you, follow your heart. Don't be pressured to make any rash decision. Call me back on Monday if you've decided." I breath a sigh of relieved and thanked the councellor. She was a nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, aussie land's not one-bit cheappp! It's tuition fees itself could kill a weak hearted. 27k aussie dollar per year. Times it by 4, gives you close to 120k aussie dollar for my first degree. That's... INSANEE! My parents still have Jeff &amp;amp; Julian to sponsor within the next 2 years. Plus, the aussie dollar's exchange rate is rising like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course, it's the same as Canada. The recent exchange rate left many Canada bound student pondering of a plan B. It still remains the world cheapest education harb no doubt, but who knows what will happen in years to come with the exchange rate rising ever so ferociously?! Besides, I'll need to attend my 3rd sem to be able to sign up as a qualified OSSD scholar. Which means, another 6 months and that will automatically rules out aussie land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152394967204396034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R4D77JK6fAI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ermlnpAfhfo/s320/OklahomaChristianUniversityLogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the states! The land of opportunity. The country with the world most flexible education system. So you might ask, how flexible can it get? Haha. Okay, so you're allowed to enter the world SMALLEST university (just exaggerating), and get an awesome grade, transfer out to the world BIGGEST university on your 2nd/3rd year, and still attain your degree certificate from the world biggest university. In other words, you're allowed to begin your general studies (freshman &amp;amp; sophomore year) in a Christian University, and thennnnnnn, transfer to a more renowned university on your junior &amp;amp; senior year (3rd &amp;amp; 4th). Being an homeschooler graduate of grade 12, I'm allow into the land of opportunity whenever I want! How cool is that? Not to mention with awesomes scholarship as well depending on SAT results and scores. It sure seems irrisistable and at the same time, more economical unto my situation. As I've said previously, my parents still have Jeff &amp;amp; Julian to sponsor and by opting for US will sure decrease their burden massively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my parents are such loving people. Not wanting to dissapoint their platinum son (me!), they remain open unto any choices and they believe ultimately that decision belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, with 24hr left to my final decision, I pray that God will shine a light unto my life and indicate a pathway that He wants me to follow and walk on. It's sure to be the most crucial and significant day of my life - 7th January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do? Advices &amp;amp; opinion are all welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/GzDhVkkz1EM/wwjd.html" title="WWJD?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=4881866153443766951" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/4881866153443766951/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4881866153443766951" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/4881866153443766951" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/wwjd.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-8213610665092358017</id><published>2008-01-05T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:12:06.659+08:00</updated><title type="text">B2N2 In Harbin, China</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bfoCh5xlwzE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bfoCh5xlwzE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B2N2 is backkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least for now. We were at HarBin, China over New Year. Being the typical mischievous and cunning dude, he decided to go all dumb and deaf on a sales lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He've no intention whatsoever to purchase those leather glove. However, the fact that he doesn't understand Chinese stir him to pull this bargaining trick over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/PwnrGPjiAfU/b2n2-in-harbin-china.html" title="B2N2 In Harbin, China" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=8213610665092358017" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/8213610665092358017/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8213610665092358017" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/8213610665092358017" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/b2n2-in-harbin-china.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-3354380126336908606</id><published>2008-01-01T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:01:35.222+08:00</updated><title type="text">Losers Live In The Past. Winners Learn From The Past And Enjoy Working In The Present Toward The Future</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Marie Digby - Spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151497306154630082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R33LgZK6e8I/AAAAAAAAA28/mohWO8BI5EU/s320/IMG_2160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and so, just like that, 2007 is already the story of yesterday. It's somewhat hard to believe that 2007 just flown past us so quickly. Seems like just yesterday I was starting CIMP at Sunway. Come June, I'm finishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, sometime I can't help but to wish that I could stop time. So much to do, yet so little time to accomplish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had many great year; had some bad ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm happy that 2007 is behind my back now. I said earlier in the year that 2007 was a year of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REDEMPTION&lt;/span&gt;. It trully was and I'm glad that I survive through it safely and most imporatantly, alive! It was a tough year. Much tougher than I expect it to be. Making up for all the mistakes &amp;amp; foolishness of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there're good awesome moments as well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened.&lt;br /&gt;Who I've met and got close to.&lt;br /&gt;Who walked out.&lt;br /&gt;How I've changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are memories to be cherish. Bittersweet as it's, I thoroughly enjoy my 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, as we look ahead toward 2008, all I have to say is... enjoy everymoment of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theme for 2008 will be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RECKONING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reckoning of personal capabilities. No more make or break. Only acceptance of the truth and what lies ahead. No more hallucinating. Only dreams made of reality! Fantasy are just mere illutions and a naive act of boredom. Hence, reckon the truth, forget the past, work for the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all of you out there, thanks for being part of my 2007. May 2008 be filled with surprises and challenges! Afterall, every year has its story, no? Have a splendid 2008 ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A toast for the year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;golden&lt;/span&gt;yearawaits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/lkPmttdjydM/losers-live-in-past-winners-learn-from.html" title="Losers Live In The Past. Winners Learn From The Past And Enjoy Working In The Present Toward The Future" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=3354380126336908606" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/3354380126336908606/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3354380126336908606" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/3354380126336908606" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2008/01/losers-live-in-past-winners-learn-from.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-4000284383493848938</id><published>2007-12-26T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:06:24.276+08:00</updated><title type="text">Viva Forever, I'll Be Waiting</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;26th December 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m76Q8EH1fag&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m76Q8EH1fag&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lately I'm not who I used to be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone come and taken me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere I don't want to be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out! &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/4wUpr9iYXOA/viva-forever-ill-be-waiting.html" title="Viva Forever, I'll Be Waiting" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=4000284383493848938" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/4000284383493848938/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4000284383493848938" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/4000284383493848938" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2007/12/viva-forever-ill-be-waiting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-5015724515873695258</id><published>2007-12-25T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:28:17.351+08:00</updated><title type="text">Merry Christmas!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Heidi Montag - Touch Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147839617516075858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R3DM25K6e1I/AAAAAAAAA2E/Wt9Sk0cObrU/s320/IMG_0620.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay tune for update...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out! &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/n-oFGAw3It4/merry-christmas.html" title="Merry Christmas!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=5015724515873695258" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/5015724515873695258/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5015724515873695258" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/5015724515873695258" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-3978559740124363762</id><published>2007-12-21T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:08:54.998+08:00</updated><title type="text">The Worth Of A Book is To Be Measured By What You Can Carry Away From It</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Nicole Scherzinger - Puakenikeni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146472018324650818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2vxCJK6e0I/AAAAAAAAA18/AvmjhkbTHvU/s320/kafka_on_the_shore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having carried the book around for just about 3 months now, I suppose it's time to get it done and over with! To follow up on my previous post stating that I INTEND to finish up Kafka, I suposed I finally did. Adding to my "impressive" number of accomplished books. Look, I'm trying to encourage myself to read more next year so that I can sort of... beat my record? Yeaaa, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, Kafka's actually my second fictional book. The DaVinci Code was my first. No people, I'm not deprieved nor breaved. You see, I'm just not that imaginative for fictional title. People usually picture themselves within the atmosphere itself rather than just reading it blindly. That way, you'll only trully understand the emotion within and all those hoo-haa. So okay, my tiny brain can't actually comprehend those emotional effects and all. Also, probably it's due to my level of understanding and creativity as well. I've to admit I'm pretty immature for my age to be honest. There're certain things that I can't totally understand just through readings. In other words, I'm more verbal orientated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of crapsss. Kafka makes me realize what I've been missing out all this while! Harry potter, Narnia, Eragon and those shizzel. Yea, it triggers and twinkles with your left (or is it right?) brain. Creativity and imaginative skills come into play. Sounds like some intellectually challenging task eyh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a brief summary about the book. Trishhhh, if you don't want any spoiler, LEAVE NOWWWW! Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as some of you might know, there are talking cats, sudden downpours of fish and leeches, and all sorts of weird things happening throughout the entire story line. Now, when I mean weird, it's really weird! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I realize throughout the entire book is that his characters are constantly searching for something and mostly that thing is the emergency exit from his stories. I'm not sure how you explain it but it's like... the characters are very much loss. Constantly soul-searching. Very interesting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trully adore the narrative skills of Murakami. Why? It's because of his ability to link two PARALLEL narrative together. Really amazing. More or less like Tim Krings from Heroes. The way he link up all his characters. Ahhhhhh... Also, you are never quite certain where those dreams end and where reality begins. His singular skill as a novelist lies in creating hallucinatory landscapes in which everything has an internal logic and much has the cool intensity of fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, so on one hand we got a bright but unhappy 15 year-old boy named "Kafka" Tamura who runs away from home because of a repeated "nightmare" indicating that he will murder his father and sleep with his mother. He leaves Tokyo for the southern island of Shikoku and spends most of his time at a private library run by a 21 year-old unknown sex named Oshima and a mysterious, yet elegant woman named Miss Saeki - old enough to be his mother. Both of them play key roles in helping the runaway Kafka finds himself and come to terms with his dark destiny. As mentioned before, a loss soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we have an ignorant man in his sixties named Satoru Nakata, who as a child underwent an peculiar experience during World War II that erased his memory and stunted his intellectual growth. In recompense for that loss, however, he has the ability to communicate with cats and control the weather. Now how cool is that? haha. Then, he gets involved with the cat-soul collector and commits an act that forces him to flee Tokyo. He hooks up with a truck driver named Hoshino - a regular guy who favors aloha shirts, Ray-Bans and a Chunichi Dragons baseball cap - who agrees to help the old guy. They too make their way to Shikoku on a kind of unexplainable quest for an "entrance stone" that Nakata must open and close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the lives and dreams of Kafka and Nakata the rainmaker are linked. The clues seem to lie with Oshima, the unknown sex dude, who befriends Kafka, and the unsettling Miss Saeki, once Japan's Kate Bush, who is locked in the past of a murdered lover and has written a book about survivors of lightning strikes. As said, Kafka believed Saeki is his mother. He is then visited by her 15-year-old self as he sleeps in her dead lover's room and, unsure if he is awake, has amazing sex with a ghost who he knows is asleep. Pretty intersting huh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'll give it a 8/10 for the book. A book I'll recall and re-read in the future for sure. And so, if any of you fictional freaks out there who's craving for a book to read, I'll suggest you Kafka On the Shore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end, would like to thank A.Aggie for suggesting this wonderful title to me. As I once said, never been so into a fictional book. A breakthrough? Haha. Thanks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, merriest of christmas to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man doesn't choose fate. Fate chooses man. That's the basic world view of Greek drama. And the sense of tragedy - according to Aristotle - comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist's weak points but from his good qualities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Haruki Murakami, Kafka On The Shore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/VafHGWFilGo/worth-of-book-is-to-be-measured-by-what.html" title="The Worth Of A Book is To Be Measured By What You Can Carry Away From It" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=3978559740124363762" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/3978559740124363762/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3978559740124363762" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/3978559740124363762" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2007/12/worth-of-book-is-to-be-measured-by-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-3056161491948875042</id><published>2007-12-20T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:48:17.074+08:00</updated><title type="text">Wrinkles Should Merely Indicate Where Smiles Have Been</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : John Mayer - Say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My beloved mum turn glorious &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt; years old two days ago! My mum for sure don't look like one 50year old women huh? Hees! Nonetheless, we can't escape the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she's 50. A simple women with not much preferences, which makes it even harder when it comes to present selection. Yes, it was tough. Dad could only think of flowers. Really, it was THAT tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the car the entire morning. Picking up an uncle in Federal Hotel at Imbi. Then off to grandma's at Shah Alam. Then home to drop mum off. Then back to Federal Hotel to drop that uncle off. Then down to SS14 to fix my camera. Then to the sista-in-law to pick her up, then to Piccadilly for a late lunch. I swear it wasn't one-bit of fun! That's like traveling all the way down to Penang! Miannnnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of ranting. So me, the fatty, and the sista-in-law's eating away at Piccadilly. No wait, I was eating away. The other 2 kept torturing each other. Haha. Just seeing them torturing, scolding, argueing with each other makes me full. Really, it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much "conversation", we talked about mum's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy sushi? nahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Cake? nahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Then... what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fatty, you cook la!" said the sista-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;"Can I not?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cook la!"&lt;br /&gt;"... okay." that was after much hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we quickly call daddy and the plan was set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off to get the required ingredients and material from Subang Carefour. Then off to Uncle Sunny's restaurant to get the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home about 6pm and the kitchen "messing up" begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you people with pictures to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145924607562906018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2n_KpK6eaI/AAAAAAAAAys/IqORP3wILes/s320/DSCN8229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145925578225514930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oADJK6ebI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-_q3COzIKBQ/s320/DSCN8230.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;First up! Boiling potatoes for mash-potato. Brocolli specially made for the sista-in-law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145924397109508498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2n--ZK6eZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/EkzOdVf53ds/s320/DSCN8228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then some drama happen. The chef got hurt by his "friend" mr.knife!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145925775794010562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oAOpK6ecI/AAAAAAAAAy8/CmnBBHK0MiQ/s320/DSCN8231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145925956182637010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oAZJK6edI/AAAAAAAAAzE/DY77sJReMgQ/s320/DSCN8232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Moments later... The brocolli looks done. Also, the infamous potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145927270442629634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oBlpK6egI/AAAAAAAAAzc/q74OH65Kikc/s320/DSCN8233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145927781543737874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oCDZK6ehI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ptAN7yKXVvI/s320/DSCN8234.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So we tried to smash the potato. And soon found out... it's too hard. Even the fatty tried with his elephantine arm. Yet, it doesn't work... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Owh! I forgot... Need to cut into pieces first, THEN only boil."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145927966227331618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oCOJK6eiI/AAAAAAAAAzs/rkt6lJosBHw/s320/DSCN8236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145928155205892658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oCZJK6ejI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IrEynVlgZkQ/s320/DSCN8237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So we attend to the brocolli. Mix it with ice to make sure it stop cooking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145928503098243650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oCtZK6ekI/AAAAAAAAAz8/YTAokQSEJDs/s320/DSCN8238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Ohhh, now it looks much cooked!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145928739321444946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oC7JK6elI/AAAAAAAAA0E/gigAlPlBtlU/s320/DSCN8240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145928893940267618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oDEJK6emI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8xv8rqN6IWg/s320/DSCN8241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145929078623861362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oDO5K6enI/AAAAAAAAA0U/9pVnHXaPWXo/s320/DSCN8243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sure looks tasty! Homemade mashed-potato! hmmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We all have our fair share to smash it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145929447991048834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oDkZK6eoI/AAAAAAAAA0c/-bHUurJdgsQ/s320/DSCN8245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145929598314904210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oDtJK6epI/AAAAAAAAA0k/LaH5v2hGNWg/s320/DSCN8246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the meantime... the sista-in-law heat up the black-pepper sauce and mushroom soup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145929946207255218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oEBZK6erI/AAAAAAAAA00/HMQ-hlrn4uc/s320/DSCN8250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oFVZK6ezI/AAAAAAAAA10/DKEkPrLL2-s/s1600-h/DSCN8276.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brocolli was placed into microwave box to heat up with salt and butter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sure looks good. But still... nuh-uh for me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145929770113596066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oD3JK6eqI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Ep0FznwZagU/s320/DSCN8247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145930203905293010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oEQZK6etI/AAAAAAAAA1E/1lsHBsMuud0/s320/DSCN8255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145930324164377314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oEXZK6euI/AAAAAAAAA1M/35zfwyruDBs/s320/DSCN8256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then.... the meritorious main dish of the night - cajun chicken chop and sirloin steak!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145930075056274114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oEI5K6esI/AAAAAAAAA08/8IkghtCO4k0/s320/DSCN8253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's nothing like a fine dining atmosphere. We not so rich laaaa. Btw, credits to snowman for arranging the tables and apparatus!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145930457308363506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oEfJK6evI/AAAAAAAAA1U/n-Bv4fLDxaQ/s320/DSCN8262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145930603337251586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oEnpK6ewI/AAAAAAAAA1c/rWDGqv7d7k0/s320/DSCN8265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nothing beats a swell ice-wine all the way from canada given by Un.Jeff &amp;amp; Aunt.Pearl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145930745071172370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oEv5K6exI/AAAAAAAAA1k/5fQAbw7UR9k/s320/DSCN8272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145931256172280610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oFNpK6eyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/HKf-zoX6HTw/s320/DSCN8273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhhhh... dinner was awesome! Mummy seems to love it. At the end of the day, I believe it's not about the taste, rather... the hard work and contribution of all. I love you mummy! Thank you for sacrificing the t-200 just so I can get my SLR, I know you'll definitely enjoy your b'day even more with your t-200, but I promise I'll get you a better one before I leave Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, thanks for everything you've provided unto us on a daily basis mum. May you live another 50 years healthy and prosperous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 50th B'day once again mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So it was CLEANING UP timee... The part we hated most! haha. Special thanks to the sista-in-law for willingly washing almost ALL the cooking appliances, and of course, the chef... Chef Jeff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145931389316266802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2oFVZK6ezI/AAAAAAAAA10/DKEkPrLL2-s/s320/DSCN8276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/Gw-kLaZq1Kc/currently-listening-to-john-mayer-say.html" title="Wrinkles Should Merely Indicate Where Smiles Have Been" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=3056161491948875042" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/3056161491948875042/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3056161491948875042" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/3056161491948875042" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2007/12/currently-listening-to-john-mayer-say.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-8632369058784007939</id><published>2007-12-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:00:27.342+08:00</updated><title type="text">Take A Chance, Make A Change!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Colbie Caillat - Mistletoe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thoughts were... is it really a coincident or was it planned by those "word maker" all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, it's hilarious. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DORMITORY:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;DIRTY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESBYTERIAN:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONOMER:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;MOON STARER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EYES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THEY SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE BUSH:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORSE CODE:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HERE COME DOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOT MACHINES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;CASH LOST IN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTION RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;LIES - LET�??S RECOUNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z �??S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DECIMAL POINT:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/JAulIkxRcXw/take-chance-make-change.html" title="Take A Chance, Make A Change!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=8632369058784007939" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/8632369058784007939/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8632369058784007939" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/8632369058784007939" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2007/12/take-chance-make-change.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-4690936658105187521</id><published>2007-12-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:44:23.191+08:00</updated><title type="text">My Baby-Sitting Crusade!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Carrie Underwood - Ever Ever After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been absent from the blogging world for almost a week now. The sudden lost of contact with the outside world makes me feel so weird, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so as some of you might know, I've been baby-sitting through the entire December till date. My youngest cousin from my mum's side - Mark-ie came over from Sarawak due to the year-end break, and of course, loneliness as all his siblings are gone to further their higher education else where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to say, I was pretty excited of his coming weeks before his arrival. In fact, I was pretty much looking forward to bring him out for movies almost on a daily basis cos I just had my finals over and also, was pretty back-to-date when it comes to movie. Also, I remembered Lynda told me once before that he enjoy going to the cinema and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... things didn't turn out to be so awesome afterall my initial thoughts and hope. It was rather, to the extreme otherwise. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left jaw-dropped and astounded numerous time. Then again, maybe it's due to... culturer shock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my full-report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely washed-out after just spending 2 weeks with him. Food problem was MAJOR! Then it was socializing and going out. I thought coming to KL was like going to OBS for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of headache moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I baught KFC for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;"Markie, come and eat! I've got KFC. =)"&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh, okayy."&lt;br /&gt;"How many chicken you want? Which part?"&lt;br /&gt;"1 only. I don't like."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?! 1 chicken? It's KFC."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't eat KFC. I eat Ayam Mas."&lt;br /&gt;"-_-' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty frustrating. I thought it was everyone's&lt;br /&gt;favorite to have KFC. Finger licking good. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went for chicken rice in a beautiful Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said, "Chicken rice okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"okay."&lt;br /&gt;Food comes. Take the meat. Sniff sniff.&lt;br /&gt;"Pu yao!" *Don't want&lt;br /&gt;"Chua se mo?" *Why&lt;br /&gt;"Pu hao chi" *Not nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. Me and snowman end up eating more that day. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went for dinner @ mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Markie, yao che se mo?" *Want to eat what?&lt;br /&gt;"You chi fun mah?" *Got chicken rice or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fainted. Literally. So he didn't eat that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want roti canai?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know roti canai?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Se muo li de?" *What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faint again. He doesn't know roti canai fellow malaysians. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sniffs at every new food he sees which really annoy me, really. If he dislike, he'll have this face which will make my mum feel bad and down cos she didn't manage to cook up a meal for the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to say he pushed me to my maximum. I love kids, personally, but I've never get so frustrated with kids EVER before. I try to plan as much activity as possible, he refuse. Every outing with my friends, I try to convince him to come along. Yet, he doesn't entertain my attempt. I was idea-less after a week. I gave up. But much to my dismay, he was GLAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up convincing him to go out with me and my friends. I gave up bringing him to cinemas after golden compass. I practically leave him alone and he was... glad?!Matter of fact, I dare to say he enjoy himself even more. Talk about irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he generated a routine for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakes up around 10am.&lt;br /&gt;Eat kampua as b'fast.&lt;br /&gt;Plays kingdom heart &amp;amp; watch disney channel till evening.&lt;br /&gt;Goes out of the house, play with the dog.&lt;br /&gt;Comes back and play kingdom heart.&lt;br /&gt;Dread to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Play kingdom heart again till late night. 2am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he does that almost everyday which pretty sums up his 2 weeks break in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as what Lydia might put it, it really doesn't make much of a different if he stayed back in Miri. Nonetheless, I believe he have his moment in KL. Golden Compass &amp;amp; Sunway Lagoon was probably his main highlight of the entire trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, he's a fine boy. A boy very much different from the norms. Maybe because he grew up in Miri? Maybe because he's lonely back at home? Or maybe because he's too pampered? Whatever the reasons, I believe it's a matter of time till he mature to his age. Once again, I've to agree that females do mature faster than males. Especially modern boys! I see little male "kids" going to secondary school. Childish and imature. On the other hand, the females begin to be aware of their appearance. Fashion, looks, pose. Which really make the guys look all the more... childish! For instance, Mark and Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144257301258598786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R2QSwpK6eYI/AAAAAAAAAyc/TimH9WG6yXY/s320/Summer+%26+Markie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here's an interesting comparison! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Summer can LECTURE me man! And she's 12 as well! She even wears DKNY! So rocking la SummerGan. Okay, just a simple comparison between male and female. No offence to anyone. To me, it's about maturity of age. And we see that in both Lydia &amp; Lynda che-che as well. They both were brought up in Sarawak. They were very influencial in process of coming to age, really. New year in Sarikei was vital someway or another. Not to mention, my spiritual growth as well. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my stance. Female mature much earlier than males. Final. Period. Fullstop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I believe that Mark will begin to change and start eating all sorts of crap as soon as he begins to realize what he's really missing out. Nasi lemak, roti canai, hokkien noddle, satay. Wahh! I'm sure he'll begin to learn those soon. I trust my prediction. Time will prove it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's back to Miri now. Lydia, and aunt Siew Har went back along him. I just want to say that... he has thought me alot in his 2 week stay at my place. I've learn how to be MORE patient with kids. How to put their wants and needs before mine. The feeling of sacrificing. The feeling of giving in. All in all, the way he strecthes my limit indeed helped makes me a better caretaker, or rather... baby-sitter. haha. And I'm proud to say that I've made it through the 2 weeks alive and still well! Although it's mission fail for me according to Lynda's given mission, I believe I've tried my best. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you little boy, be advanturous! Be daring to try new things and experience what's recommended. You're a fine boy. Just try not to isolate yourself from the world. Don't stay at home 24/7. Go out! Go crazy! Socialize, girls aren't your enemy. They are to be... LOVE! haha. You'll know exactly what you're missing out one fine day. I love you Markieeeeeee. See you during CNY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/7qHpyNzJYsQ/my-baby-sitting-crusade.html" title="My Baby-Sitting Crusade!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=4690936658105187521" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/4690936658105187521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4690936658105187521" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/4690936658105187521" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-baby-sitting-crusade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-3154169227593098994</id><published>2007-12-10T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:23:25.451+08:00</updated><title type="text">Inadequate</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Jordan Pruitt - Jump To The Rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel uber bad to turn down the sista-in-law for prom. No wait, I just haven't confirm with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's make this straight. Not that I don't want to. I'm just scard of being left out. Besides, you guys staying back in Istana Hotel. All couple couple in different room. What about me? No transport home la. The fatty driving the fairlady, tak-kan he let me drive right? bahhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How la?! Crisis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24hours left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/_t-O9mUkCs8/inadequate.html" title="Inadequate" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=3154169227593098994" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/3154169227593098994/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3154169227593098994" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/3154169227593098994" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2007/12/inadequate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-5831018471002214228</id><published>2007-12-09T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T03:27:43.507+08:00</updated><title type="text">Can Mixed Emotion Peacefully Coexist?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To : Tank - I Love Them Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title might suggest, I had a mix-emotion-day. But I believe it isn't so for many couples. Somehow, it's a special date in the Chinese calendar and couples are tying the knot on thie special day! So congrats to all you newly weds. Cluedos to my cousin as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141670829223364690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R1riYJ_YyFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/MWANn5jTMmk/s320/marriage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it has been a while since I last had a bad day, but I saw the storm coming closer as time passes by. As always, all good things come to an end. Absolute nothing to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to say I enjoy this week. Lots of games to play. Badminton... futsal... badminton... futsal. Wahhh, syok-nya! Just the perfect tonic I presumed. But amidst of all the fun, I supposed I overplayed. It's like... when I got time, I'm injured. But when I can play, I got no time. I can't help but to be frustrated. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, this morning's futsal was of great fun. Finally back and running. Pretty rusty bones I have there I must say. First step was a joy. 10mins later was agony! I was left gasping for air. Yesss, I'm no longer fit as I was. How sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, lots of late challenge during the games and I got a few bruises for memory as well. Not that I want them bad. However, it's all worth it. Although we ended up at the losing end, we enjoyed ourselves. Ultimately, it's what matters most. No? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141672925167405186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R1rkSJ_YyII/AAAAAAAAAxs/N6O3_plVs2w/s320/SP_A0180.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141673921599817890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R1rlMJ_YyKI/AAAAAAAAAx8/5b1v314pv5o/s320/SP_A0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141674870787590322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R1rmDZ_YyLI/AAAAAAAAAyE/pn4_OKbSXXI/s320/DSCN9769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess, it hurts like &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;%$"&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;%$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, waittt! Macho man not pain one. So yes, it's nothing. hees! If only I possess the power of Takezo Kenzei, or rather Claire's power. Speaking of them both, is there any possibility that they both are related? Well, you see, Adam Monroe is 400years old. He might just be Claire's forefather! Who knows? Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back to my bad day. So I was on my way home after b'fast with juss and b2n2. I had to pack branch back for the kids at my place (Snowman, IanBoi, &amp;amp; Markie), and I decided to do my "job" at Taman Megah. Due to large variety of food in Ming Tien, I thought it might just be the perfect spot. Much to my dismay, it was packed with people this particular morning. I parked my car, and went of to do my "job". Just when I locked my car, this camry parked beside me. I saw it was very near indeed. However, I let it be as he/she might just be for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10minutes later, I got back to my car. Guess what I saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141678697603451074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R1rpiJ_YyMI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Xf-Kib9ncvU/s320/SP_A0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cat claw marks. Trust me, I was furious. I swear my way home. It certainly ruined my day. All those marks remind me are, "You're grounded from DRIVING!!" I was as scard as a rat when it meets a cat. Honestly, my dad will kill me! He protects all the car at home very dearly. I prepared myself. Draw enough courage. Pick up my hp, and dial my mum's number. Much to my surprise, she asked me almost instantly right after I broke the news to her, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU OKAY? NEVER INJURED RIGHT?!".&lt;br /&gt;"Mum, I wasn't in the car. I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay, next time, just be careful. Want to speak to dad?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay. I'll tell him later. Bye mum." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I call.... POWER OF LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;*Voices from everywhere shouting... "MUMMY'S BOY!!"&lt;br /&gt;Whatever guys, I'm happy to learn the outcome. My ever forgiving mum. Love you mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got home, send the little ones off to cc, and I was back home nursing those injured wounds. Mum and dad came home around 5pm after attending cousin's wedding and visitting grandma. Mum said that daddy baught a Sony t200 for her! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; somemore!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141682606023690450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R1rtFp_YyNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/DiOU--TxL0Y/s320/41OKc8YjRJL__AA280_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, I had other thoughts apart from being ecstatic. What about my SLR? Am I still getting my camera? I didn't wanted to questioned and spoil my mum's mood. So I'll just ask daddy some other time. Hopefully I'll still be getting my SLR. I've been waiting for God-knows-how-long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy ain't it? hees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that certainly made my night. A new camera for a new dimension of photography adventure! Higher resolution along with higher magnitude of roaring quality! Thank God things got better. Man Utd romp to a 4-1 win against Derby County. While Liverpool slump to a 3-1 defeat to Readings. Hopefully, Arsenal suffer the same fate as the Merseyside club tomorrow and we'll be a point away from top spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, every cloud has its own silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend homosapiens. Long day ahead! God blessssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry my dear, didn't meant to rub salt into your injured wound. I'm just... HAPPY! =) SAYANG laaa. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/1CS9kQxCorc/can-mixed-emotion-peacefully-coexist.html" title="Can Mixed Emotion Peacefully Coexist?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=5831018471002214228" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/5831018471002214228/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5831018471002214228" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/5831018471002214228" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2007/12/can-mixed-emotion-peacefully-coexist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-8054595570416707394</id><published>2007-12-06T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T01:23:22.159+08:00</updated><title type="text">You Play It So Cool, Won't Let Nothing Show Through</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Elin - Colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING!&lt;br /&gt;Read no further if you have not watch Heroes Season 2 Episode 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140907585075674530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R1gsNf-L_aI/AAAAAAAAAw0/nMZ3N9f6mf4/s320/heroes-season-2-cast-promo-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... just like that, Heroes season 2 comes to an abrupt end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left unsatisfied. Really. 11 episode doesn't make up 1/3 of a complete series/season. Question was left unanswered once again. Hanging by a threat, and all we grave for is more weekly heroes fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, all good things have to come to an end. And so it was. As per the spoiler given by Kristin from E! news said weeks ago, "2 hero will fall, 1 villian will rise." It certainly turn out to be. Question remain, why the two of them of all originals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strand-136, as predicted, destroyed, becoming nothing but dust in thin air. Adam Monroe, got the appropriate punishment. Sylar - our favorite villian stage a remarkable come-back! Gorgeos, badass Elle got the taste of becoming a real HERO, defying the purpose of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the conclusion of our 3months hardwork. Catching every episode dilligently on a weekly-basis. After a dismay-slow-heavily-critisize start to season, I believe it ended very well and satisfying to all. Yes, we'll all miss it for the next 12 month or less. Last report from NBC state that we'll have to wait till Sep' 08 for season 3, entitled "villian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know why season 2 is in such condense structure. Yes, due to the ongoing writers strike in the states. Till date, I personally still don't get what is it all about. But I suppose we seemingly "innocent" viewer will have to suffer and wait longer than before for the sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize a few funny fact after watching parts of season 2 again. One of the significant fact is West. Yes, West. In the onset of season 2, West seems like a suspicious character. A character much more than just being Claire's flying-boyfriend. He have constantly carry this suspicious look. He spies on Claire. And what makes us think that he wouldn't spy on someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Elle. On episode 5 when Elle make a comeo in Cork, Ireland. While talking on the phone with her &lt;em&gt;dad&lt;/em&gt;, it doesn't seems one-bit like it was Bob. If it was, why didn't they review the voice? Besides, heroes doesn't seems like a very predictable series, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the Haitian. In episode 8 - four months ago, he was seen working with Elle. Also, he was the main cause of Peter losing his memory. What happen to him next? Did the company inject him with the Shanti virus? If so, why did they? If no, how did he lose his power? Why is he working for HRG later on, killing HRG's sensei in Ukraine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's these unconnected loopholes within season 2 which leave me unsatisfied. I did a research on it today. And guess what I found of heroesrevealed.com? These:- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was Changed During Volume 2:&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: These changes occurred for various reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kristen Bell was originally suppose to be in 8 episodes and then killed off but due to fan support they are keeping her around for a bit longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Elle was setup as a Bob�??s step daughter and the daughter of Meredith which in turn would have been Claire�??s SISTER but they dropped it due to lack of storyline and plot holes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140908791961484722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R1gtTv-L_bI/AAAAAAAAAw8/yIdCOfJ9sKc/s320/2054727688_52208cdb22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Stephen Tobolowsky (Bob) also had a slightly different story, he was supposed to be more evil then he is now and even recruited his SON WEST to make Claire turn against her father this was dropped early in Volume 2 for �??various reasons�??. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R1gnfv-L_ZI/AAAAAAAAAws/UahbY287VcM/s1600-h/cast_sylarMain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140902401050148242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R1gnfv-L_ZI/AAAAAAAAAws/UahbY287VcM/s320/cast_sylarMain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) �??Sylar getting his power back does not bode well for our heroes,�?? says Kring, who admits there is one upside to the writers�?? strike: Originally, Quinto was not going to be available for much of Volume 3 because of his commitment to the new Star Trek film. Now, with the strike dragging on, he�??ll likely be done playing young Spock by the time Heroes returns to production. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I guess from the above, I got my answer for West and Elle. Maybe not for the Haitian, but I've to say, I'm at least... satisfy! So I guess it's due to the writers strike again. Season 2 will definitely have the same intensity, magnitude, and hyped as season 1 if the 3 point above did materialize. Really! I believe it's the endless mystery surrounding each character every episode that makes heroes stand out from the other series. Not to mention, addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I guess all we can do now is to wait patiently for Season 3. Yes, Juss &amp;amp; I admit that we might not even be around to watch, but... who knows? Hopefully, the writers strike will come to an end as soon as possible and we'll have our weekly dosage back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140909711084486082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KVqMGgcnZxI/R1guJP-L_cI/AAAAAAAAAxE/_OFAKDtgDv8/s320/heroes-volume-three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/AvJ-iUZvWtw/you-play-it-so-cool-wont-let-nothing.html" title="You Play It So Cool, Won't Let Nothing Show Through" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=8054595570416707394" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/8054595570416707394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8054595570416707394" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/8054595570416707394" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-play-it-so-cool-wont-let-nothing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38873983.post-1177126714871403771</id><published>2007-12-04T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T12:41:39.273+08:00</updated><title type="text">Hairflip!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently Listening To : Trina - I'm Single Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHAIVXIjRmw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHAIVXIjRmw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and you flip that hair till that b*tche is gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness is only a hairflip away!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lmao!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muronaldo07 ~~~~out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/muronaldo07/~3/JmndAGGghtw/hairflip.html" title="Hairflip!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38873983&amp;postID=1177126714871403771" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/1177126714871403771/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1177126714871403771" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38873983/posts/default/1177126714871403771" /><author><name>j3MeRy!</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://muronaldo07.blogspot.com/2007/12/hairflip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
