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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:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440</id><updated>2009-08-10T22:35:14.295+08:00</updated><title type="text">stevblogs</title><subtitle type="html">"A blog to entertain himself... and then some"</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/stev" 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-11932440.post-7798062145016894440</id><published>2007-04-21T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:21:47.893+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Admin" /><title type="text">Moved</title><content type="html">All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please update bookmarks &amp; blogrolls to &lt;a href="http://stevblogs.wordpress.com/"&gt;stevblogs.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Stev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-7798062145016894440?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/7798062145016894440" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/7798062145016894440" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/04/moved.html" title="Moved" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-7310624141456970992</id><published>2007-04-13T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:46:19.628+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><title type="text">Knocking on Heaven's Door</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Somehow the post title above has no relation to the post below. Yet makes sense somehow (To me anyway. Sortof.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lizardkinglounge.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rh9s2V0qGRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/UBeLUhPxSvE/s1600/1995-KnockinUnplugged.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;"Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door..."&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apologies VS Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you apologize for something you've done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you apologize for something you've &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you apologize, is there a distinction between saying "I'm sorry" and "I apologize for..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random musings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: I like the song Knocking On Heaven's Door &amp; I can't actually pinpoint why&lt;br /&gt;Life: Work's been quite busy (as usual) of late; Still interesting as usual to see people growing &amp; interacting with different people with unique personalities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-7310624141456970992?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/7310624141456970992/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=7310624141456970992&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/7310624141456970992" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/7310624141456970992" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/04/knocking-on-heavens-door.html" title="Knocking on Heaven's Door" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rh9s2V0qGRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/UBeLUhPxSvE/s72-c/1995-KnockinUnplugged.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-9175542678588081010</id><published>2007-04-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:54:18.419+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants" /><title type="text">The Bierwurst Bitch</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Was out at a pub chilling after work yo with a couple of me homies when ugliness reared is head...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://adler-schinken.mindflower.de/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RiDcLl0qGSI/AAAAAAAAASA/7GASCMKTJnM/s1600/bierwurst.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;A Sample Delicious Chunk of Bierwurst&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Ode to the Bierwurst Bitch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;By Stev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was a night just to chill out and relax&lt;br /&gt;Music was alrite &amp; footy was aplaying&lt;br /&gt;Familiar faces at our drinking shack&lt;br /&gt;Mugs in our hands &amp;amp; beer kept aflowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr German dropped by with no invit&lt;br /&gt;Sat right down but seemed pretty neat&lt;br /&gt;Passed out some fine cancer sticks&lt;br /&gt;We shrugged and said "Sure, take a seat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer flowed on &amp; came some idle banter&lt;br /&gt;Learnt Mr German expat for pretty much forever&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr German guy starts going bonker&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts were "Shit, what's wrong with this fucker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started yelling at the top of his voice&lt;br /&gt;Fucking malays, fucking chinese, fucking government&lt;br /&gt;And on he droned with his lyrical tryst&lt;br /&gt;Fucking indians, fucking canadians, fucking germans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson to us he was trying to teach&lt;br /&gt;From his life story on how he was burnt&lt;br /&gt;On racism, cronyism &amp;amp; two-faced cheats&lt;br /&gt;When all we wanted was a heineken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way we understood a bit of his frust&lt;br /&gt;Of all his pain &amp; bitter bile choking within&lt;br /&gt;Yet its hard to listen to fuckedupness&lt;br /&gt;When YOU are talking while holding a pint&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Looking back it was quite funny thought. A friends girlfriend commented on hearing the story that we were verbally molested /swt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a pubs/watering hole story you would like to share?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: Bierwurst = Beer sausage&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: While stevblogs in no way supports the thoughts of "Mr German" above, like the silent majority (i hope) we do feel theres much to be then in many factors&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity: Stop the stupid bickering &amp;amp; grow up! =_=&lt;br /&gt;KTG: &lt;a href="http://waterthread.org/images/ktg/"&gt;Katrina: The Gathering!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-9175542678588081010?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/9175542678588081010/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=9175542678588081010&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/9175542678588081010" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/9175542678588081010" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/04/bierwurst-bitch.html" title="The Bierwurst Bitch" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RiDcLl0qGSI/AAAAAAAAASA/7GASCMKTJnM/s72-c/bierwurst.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-6118283641683144799</id><published>2007-04-08T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:37:47.612+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><title type="text">The Last Blessing</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;With some reflective thoughts, this will be the last BYB post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rhjgrwl4DGI/AAAAAAAAARo/1zXn2QEBw5M/s1600/bybblack.gif.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things need to come to an end. While I fully sign on &amp; support the premise of a reminder of one's blessings, I have unfortunately come to feel that this reminder for me had made the exercise a bit contrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intentions for blogging is to 'speak' when there is something worth speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I had noticed that it had been a habit of mine not to say proper farewells. Would point largely due to circumstances, but yet perhaps it is of my own doing - thus the urge, the need this time to do a proper Farewell from BYB post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://lifeamongotherthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neo&lt;/a&gt; who cooked up the original BYB idea, it has been an honor - and I will continue to enjoy your many stories of life in India&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://msdemmie.wordpress.com/"&gt;MsDemmie&lt;/a&gt;, your views, thoughts &amp; passion have had a small impact in my life I believe&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://blather-n-rants.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whatever&lt;/a&gt;, your sense of humor, humility &amp; wonderous view of the world captivates me&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://advertising-for-success.blogspot.com/"&gt;CyberCelt&lt;/a&gt;, your hardworkingness, stength &amp; sense of striving inspires me&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://www.moonlightbecomesme.blogspot.com/"&gt;KuanYin&lt;/a&gt;, your peaceful aura &amp; geniality truly makes me feel at peace&lt;br /&gt;And to the many other wonderful folk at BYB... keep on counting your blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am indeed blessed to meet many wonderful people online via BYB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-6118283641683144799?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/6118283641683144799/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=6118283641683144799&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/6118283641683144799" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/6118283641683144799" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-blessing.html" title="The Last Blessing" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rhjgrwl4DGI/AAAAAAAAARo/1zXn2QEBw5M/s72-c/bybblack.gif.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-5702143097031529722</id><published>2007-03-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:50:39.128+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><title type="text">Its a Mine!</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Updated Sat Mar 31: They say management is a mine field... Then a friend ends up actually &lt;b&gt;working&lt;/b&gt; in a mine. Well sorta anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rg3WXq7t3iI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bRlg3SIE7aU/s1600/01-minerj.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;J the cute petite miner gal ;)&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend had passed over a book on &lt;s&gt;management&lt;/s&gt; leadership by John C Maxwell. She didn't like it. And neither did I. The writer seems... can I say it? Conceited? Irreputable laws? hmm... Ok. Well a lot of other people seemed to not like Maxwell as well so let's try something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rg3WX67t3jI/AAAAAAAAARA/fzgAEWhEbnE/s1600/02-minevisit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;I came, I saw, I peed...&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up next, The Rules of Work which was lying about. Better than Maxwell &amp; with points that one could relate with. Still what turned me (my brain rather) off was the way getting ahead in the workplace was portrayed as how one manipulated one's world &amp; surroundings. How one puts up fronts &amp; tactics to use to get ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the state of world today that shapes the book? Or is everyone quite fucked up in a way? Or is it both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rg3WX67t3kI/AAAAAAAAARI/v5tDsT8RsSc/s1600/03-mineview.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Quite mine-boggling (PUN!)&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A younger less jaded me most likely would have gone through the book &amp; nodding my head profoundly at the wisdom gained. But if there's one lesson in life that I learnt the hard way - it's that integrity &amp; life satisfaction comes first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rg3WYK7t3lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xgswYiGfT-o/s1600/04-moronbah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Moranbah! HAHAHAHA!! (Sorry inside joke ;)&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the post to a reasonable length, here are a few guidelines I try to uphold:-&lt;br /&gt;@ What three main rules, standards, or morals do you live by? [&lt;a name="answer" href="http://blogtalkers.wordpress.com/2007/04/08/blog-talkers-talk-15/"&gt;BlogTalkers&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Praise in public, criticize in private"&lt;br /&gt;"Be efficient in management &amp; tasks; But spend more time on relationships"&lt;br /&gt;"If you aren't moving forward, you are falling behind"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rg3WYK7t3mI/AAAAAAAAARY/FQB23mxOzFA/s1600/05-eyecandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;More candy (Really! If you look closely she's holding candy ;)&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor... Student, manager... miner?!" - What is your current occupation and what would be your preferred/dream job and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: Was going to put up some nice local spam here. But decided to put this post instead ;)&lt;br /&gt;Other: There will be of course fans of the books in question &amp; everyone is entitled to ones own opinion. &lt;font color="black"&gt;And there will be of course cults, idiots, rapists, otherfuckeduptypes...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-5702143097031529722?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/5702143097031529722/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=5702143097031529722&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/5702143097031529722" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/5702143097031529722" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-two-manage-my-shoe.html" title="Its a Mine!" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rg3WXq7t3iI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bRlg3SIE7aU/s72-c/01-minerj.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-2063655546615407447</id><published>2007-03-24T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T11:46:54.311+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Just-for-fun" /><title type="text">Bodi's Challenge</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://honestlydead.wordpress.com/2007/02/28/meme-of-weirdness-and-comment-fishing-___/"&gt;A Reply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I’ll respond with something random about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I’ll challenge you to try something&lt;br /&gt;3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I’ll tell you something I like about you&lt;br /&gt;5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;br /&gt;6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://raeesmerelda.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RgQtrNCfaaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bmwo9xvXxZE/s1600/Tree_of_Life_by_RaeEsmerelda.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Yggdrasil?&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1. You seem interested in the world around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's important to look where you are walking. Falling down a manhole without a cover is only hilarious a long time after it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2. I challenge you to write ten haikus on the blogging world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light out of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Peeking shining and feeling&lt;br /&gt;Bursting small sparklets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearls of laughter&lt;br /&gt;Rolling free nary a care&lt;br /&gt;Movement at own pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running freely wild&lt;br /&gt;Content to search learn and grow&lt;br /&gt;Not man yet not child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal grasp to achieve&lt;br /&gt;Mind set to task; passion to soul&lt;br /&gt;Real strength in believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggle up mountain&lt;br /&gt;One goal, One mind - Eye on prize&lt;br /&gt;Breathless clambering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man high on a hill&lt;br /&gt;Seeing vast as eye can see&lt;br /&gt;Proud happy content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset and sea breeze&lt;br /&gt;Joy and deep sorrow simult&lt;br /&gt;Slow old and weary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inertia and law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality and prediction&lt;br /&gt;Last gasp and sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human fickle thing&lt;br /&gt;Changes countless more than sand&lt;br /&gt;Silence lit moonbeam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Always comes to be an end&lt;br /&gt;Yet hope life and dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3. White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White is black. Or black is white. Or maybe its just all different shades of grey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;4. I like your sense of humour (not just abt trying to be funny), how you seem to like to keep things simple, and how you appreciate the diversity of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Very well said indeed. I like felines of all shapes &amp; sizes ;) On a slightly more serious note, I am a supporter of KISS. Life's already complex itself as it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5. I think it was your comment in Kyel’s blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo. Any idea what I said/commented on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;6. Male deer (too lazy to research on the specific name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No comments =_=")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;7. Are you this nice to every blogger you meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I being nice to you? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity: Leave a comment reply to the 7 questions &amp; I will reply likewise for you&lt;br /&gt;Chaos: Chaos post on &lt;a href="http://chaosboredom.blogspot.com/2007/03/challenge.html"&gt;A Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-2063655546615407447?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/2063655546615407447/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=2063655546615407447&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/2063655546615407447" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/2063655546615407447" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/03/bodis-challenge.html" title="Bodi's Challenge" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RgQtrNCfaaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bmwo9xvXxZE/s72-c/Tree_of_Life_by_RaeEsmerelda.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-4185273367970255261</id><published>2007-03-18T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:37:18.345+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><title type="text">Learning and Guilt</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;And no... the two mentioned above aren't &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; related...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://manoalada.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rf5ln6bvCCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4VaWIRHEd5Y/s1600/Guilt_by_ManoAlada.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Learning VS Guilt&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes things fall on opposing ends - on different ends of the spectrum if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post will be on Learning &amp; Guilt (and also on &lt;a href="http://lifeamongotherthings.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogroll.html"&gt;BlogYourBlessings&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://blogtalkers.wordpress.com/2007/03/18/blog-talkers-talk-12/"&gt;BlogTalkers&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I am most thankful for (for now) is that the process of learning never really ends. Despite my perceptions that after one is done with education, degrees, etc etc - learning would come to a standstill. Well... it has largely from the academia memorizing &lt;s&gt;rather crappy&lt;/s&gt; education system in Malaysia*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I find myself continuously in the process of learning now. Be it tools &amp; technology (I am in the IT industry after all...)... To picking up new skills... To lessons learnt in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply to self-reflect a little, a few small yet important things learnt of late would be that in all human relationships, dealing with each person differently is the key to being fair to all. And that while delegation, technology &amp; planning all have to do with saving time - relationships is about spending as much time as required &amp; more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q: What do you feel most guilty about?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I will list 3:-&lt;br /&gt;1) For every single time I went against gut feeling &amp; things went wrong as a result&lt;br /&gt;2) For coffee ;-)&lt;br /&gt;3) For respecting those "older" than me too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think #3 needs some explanation. Somehow (possibly due to upbringing?), I tend too treat those "older" folks with too much respect. And usually that is all fine &amp; dandy. But it becomes a problem when it causes issues with professional relationships  when too much "respect" causes a waste of time &amp; affects the quality of the relationship as you give too much "face" and lose out in effectiveness/truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stev out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: Credit must be given tho for the Malaysian Govt trying to implement &amp; develop critical thinking &amp; a less exam based education system (despite the rather not too encouraging results...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-4185273367970255261?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/4185273367970255261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=4185273367970255261&amp;isPopup=true" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4185273367970255261" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4185273367970255261" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/03/learning-and-guilt.html" title="Learning and Guilt" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rf5ln6bvCCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4VaWIRHEd5Y/s72-c/Guilt_by_ManoAlada.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-2344356285505123061</id><published>2007-03-11T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:52:50.208+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><title type="text">Walking Barefoot</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;There's something to be said about walking barefoot on the beach. The wind tousling one's hair. The feel of sand beneath your feet. The sense of peace enveloping us...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RfKS9UXCW1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/YW66MnD587s/s1600/way_to_heaven__by_malta_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://malta.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we live &amp; play. As we laugh &amp; cry. As we learn &amp; grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we feel these simple moments of blessed simplicity. When we feel really at peace. Really content. That the air we breathe in uplifts us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus we find ourselves walking barefoot. Away from the daily stress of the workplace. Away from the never-ending planning &amp; execution (no matter how much we enjoy doing it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small yet true smile creeps onto our face. And strangely we feel energized. Renewed. More alive (if that were possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For life (and money for the matter) is really to be enjoyed the way want it to be. Quiet moments of sanity. A step forward. A memory backwards. A possibility in the making. Simply. Walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RfKOxUXCW0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Wf2TmXBCt-g/s1600-h/blogtalkers-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RfKOxUXCW0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Wf2TmXBCt-g/s320/blogtalkers-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040247910911073090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h6&gt;BlogTalkers #10&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-183DE488.jpeg&amp;c1=Simply truly instantly recognizable works of art&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-0455EFC.jpeg&amp;c2=I can live without music - but it comes built in with my pc ;)&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7858FD0F.jpeg&amp;c3=The fine things in life are to be celebrated&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3024A0D7.jpeg&amp;c4=Being anywhere at any time yet doing what you want to do&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5C7BD10.jpeg&amp;c5=Ughh... no further explanations&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_60BD8C5F.jpeg&amp;c6=Close... in so many ways&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2ED3857.jpeg&amp;c7=Coffee! (I need to layback a bit ;)&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6EAA4FA9.jpeg&amp;c8=Simple and uncluttered - like life should be&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-68DE05A9.jpeg&amp;c9=Being just out there in the world&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2F50C3FA.jpeg&amp;c10=Mmm...&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2D00D6DF.jpeg&amp;c11=Open your eyes&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5562BF4.jpeg&amp;c12=Coffee! (Again!)&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_791C6076.jpeg&amp;c13=The view... breathtaking&amp;moodlabel=SOFISTICAT&amp;lovelabel=NICE N� CHEESY&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;habitslabel=BACK TO BASICS&amp;uid=166849-8cbe&amp;srv=iwebhd3" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=166849-8cbe&amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYB: Part of the &lt;a href="http://lifeamongotherthings.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogroll.html"&gt;Blog Your Blessing&lt;/a&gt; series&lt;br /&gt;Blogging: New Header &amp; slight mod to template reflecting my current (pensive?) mood&lt;br /&gt;Movies: &lt;a href="http://300themovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;300&lt;/a&gt; = 3 thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;Tech/Budget: Finally got my personal computer up again with a replacement HDD, new mouse &amp; 2G pen-drive. Total cost? &lt; RM300&lt;br /&gt;Pimpin: &lt;a href="http://dawnjeremiah.com/"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt; is posing in an &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ114ugFGtA/Re58ckoaKuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/14f1pyAqH5A/s1600-h/DJ+Life%21Session.jpg"&gt;ad for NTV7&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-2344356285505123061?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/2344356285505123061/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=2344356285505123061&amp;isPopup=true" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/2344356285505123061" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/2344356285505123061" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/03/walking-barefoot.html" title="Walking Barefoot" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RfKS9UXCW1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/YW66MnD587s/s72-c/way_to_heaven__by_malta_s.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-2599093524292488765</id><published>2007-03-07T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:23:44.797+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Just-for-fun" /><title type="text">Marketing Concepts &amp; Maxis Propoganda</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;You've probably heard this before but... SPAM FTW!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Re2jRHosUtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WKJMpWgAr2c/s1600/byb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;The not-so-well known little brother of BYB...&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;A Professor at one of the Universities was explaining marketing concepts to his Students:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" - That's Direct Marketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl.&lt;br /&gt;One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: "He's very rich. Marry him." - That's Advertising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone&lt;br /&gt;number. The next day, you call and say: "Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me." - That's Telemarketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your&lt;br /&gt;tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink, you open the door (of the car)&lt;br /&gt;for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her ride and then say: "By the way, I'm rich. Will you marry me?" - That's Public Relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says: "You are very rich! Can you marry me?" - That's Brand Recognition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" She gives you a nice hard slap on your face. - That's Customer Feedback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" And she introduces you to her husband. - That's demand and supply gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say anything, another person come and tell her: "I'm rich. Will you marry me?" and she goes with him - That's competition eating into your market share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say: "I'm rich, Marry me!" your wife arrives. - That's restriction for entering new markets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi frens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story of a young college girl who past away last month, at shah alam. her name is Priya. she was hit by a lorry. i dont wanna mention the name of the college. She have a boy friend named Shankar. he stays in johor. both of them are true lovers. they always hang on the phone. u can never see her without her handphone. she spends 3/4 of the day talking with shankar. both of them used maxis.&lt;br /&gt;Priya's family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she passed away she always told her frens "If I pass away please burn me with my handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents. after her death, ppl cant carry her coffin. i was there. a lot of them tried to do so but still cant. everybody including me, had tried to carry the coffin, the result is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, they called their neighbour, a "bomoh" from thailand (pak Darin), who is a fren of her father. he took a sit and started speaking to himself slowly. after a few minutes, he said "this gurl misses something here". then her frens told Darin bout her intentions to burn her with her phone. He then opened the coffin and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket. after that they tried to carry the coffin. it could be moved and they carried it into the van easily. all of us were shocked. (can u feel the fear. i'm shaking at this moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priya's parents didnt inform Shankar that Priya had passed away. (pity Shankar). After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom. Shankar :...."Atte (aunty), I'm coming home&lt;br /&gt;2day. cook something nice for me. dont tell Priya that i'm coming home 2day. i wanna suprise her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied....."u come home first, i wanna tell u something very important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he came to shah alam, they told him the truth about Priya. Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. he was laughing and said "dont try to fool me. tell Priya to come out. i have a gift for her. pls stop this nonsense".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they show him the original death certificate to him. they gave him proof to make him believe.(Shankar started to sweat) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said... "its not true. we were just talking yesterday. she still calls me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shankar was shaking. suddenly, shnakar's phone rang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See this is from Priya. see this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed the phone to priya's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them told him to answer. he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation loud and clear. no cross lines, no humming. it is the actual voice of Priya &amp; there is no way others could use her simcard since it is nailed inside the coffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so shocked and asked for pak darin's help again. pak darin brought his master (Tok Chen) to solve this matter. he &amp; Darin worked for 5 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok Chen was sweating. his face was red. "i just cant believe this. it's quite amazing" he said. " i didn't think that this could actually happen. unbelievable... as they discovered one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh My God! Maxis is the best line, ever! We can still keep in touch even when we're dead!! Talk about coverage!! Best coverage ever!! Where can i get the SIMpack?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Maxis propaganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; =_+" - /SWT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Note: &lt;a href="http://maxis.com.my/"&gt;Maxis&lt;/a&gt; is a major telco in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;- Content Theft: I stole the above spam from MW. But it's ok. Since I dont think he reads my blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-2599093524292488765?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/2599093524292488765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=2599093524292488765&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/2599093524292488765" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/2599093524292488765" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/03/marketing-concepts-maxis-propoganda.html" title="Marketing Concepts &amp; Maxis Propoganda" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Re2jRHosUtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WKJMpWgAr2c/s72-c/byb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-3284749049918520636</id><published>2007-03-05T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:51:06.996+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Just-for-fun" /><title type="text">Everybody Loves Wierdness</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Third. Wait. Fourth. No... five hundred gazillionth time I'm doing this similar meme. Gosh. I still recall when it was just 3 weird things. Now it's... 6?! Anyways. To celebrate my blog being unlocked by blogger (who locked my blog in the first place), we will have a short meme reply coz I am so inclined. Ahem. Oh and thanks &lt;a href="http://honestlydead.wordpress.com/2007/02/28/meme-of-weirdness-and-comment-fishing-___/"&gt;Bodicea&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RerzlIZeWFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/swVipIMTIXs/s1600/weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Need I say More?&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;1. Once upon a time, I used to read ~15 books a week. Now it's ~1 book each quarter (if I'm lucky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Once upon a time, I dreamt of being an engineer/architect/lawyer. Now I'm none of those &amp; much happier (I think... or lie to myself quite successfully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Once upon a time, I drank 6 cups of coffee daily. Now my intake is reduced to just 1 (big) cuppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Once upon a time, my character/thoughts/actions would swing wildly in any direction or just for fun. Now it only happens online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Once upon a time, I was challenged to a competition whereby the rules were that the first person to call another a liar would lose. The first person told a tall story on how his grandfather was the greatest pirate in the seas who plundered the world and back again (We hardly batted an eyelid). The second person told a fanciful story on how he had superpowers like flying &amp; superhuman strength (We kicked him over the balcony). And it soon came to my turn to tell my story. So I did - a very simple story. All of you are my slaves for life &amp; must do my every bidding. Guess who won the bet. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Once upon a time, I found memes fun. I still do. &lt;font color="black"&gt;(Die memes die ;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rerz44ZeWGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/llZQWMVF0yU/s1600/bloglocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stev = Spammer (!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Misc: Yes, WTF is an appropriate response to the above post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-3284749049918520636?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/3284749049918520636/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=3284749049918520636&amp;isPopup=true" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/3284749049918520636" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/3284749049918520636" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/03/everybody-loves-wierdness.html" title="Everybody Loves Wierdness" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RerzlIZeWFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/swVipIMTIXs/s72-c/weird.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-4127983563398532131</id><published>2007-02-28T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:47:15.234+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><title type="text">War on Finances</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnywunny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bunny&lt;/a&gt; included the original Warren Buffet financial tips in her &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=5366129958016043557"&gt;comment on the last post&lt;/a&gt;. I reinterpreted them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/ReUkL8S-SFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/alOKpiSeVUw/s1600/warren.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Jolly old Warren Buffet himself&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start investing early (but its rarely too late)&lt;br /&gt;2. Properties still is one of the best forms of investment (despite the high penetration barrier nowadays)&lt;br /&gt;3-5. Do not get caught up in fads and/or lifestyle branding&lt;br /&gt;6. Hire people who are smarter than you whom you trust&lt;br /&gt;7. Know your priorities (in anything)&lt;br /&gt;8. (same as #3)&lt;br /&gt;9. Willy know when he sees a good thing ;)&lt;br /&gt;10. Live life the way you want to &amp; not by following the crowd&lt;br /&gt;11. DO not fall into bad debt. And most debts are bad debts ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with your finances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Musings: &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/2/28/nation/16996465&amp;sec=nation&amp;focus=1"&gt;Stock market plunged&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Personal: Currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.barefootinvestor.com/"&gt;The Barefoot Investor&lt;/a&gt; - a good read intro into investing &amp; nails many important points&lt;br /&gt;- Blogked: Blog got locked for quite a few days by blogger. GAH. Back online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-4127983563398532131?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/4127983563398532131/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=4127983563398532131&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4127983563398532131" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4127983563398532131" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/02/war-of-finances.html" title="War on Finances" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/ReUkL8S-SFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/alOKpiSeVUw/s72-c/warren.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-5366129958016043557</id><published>2007-02-25T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T04:21:06.413+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><title type="text">Freedom of Choice</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;(Part of the &lt;a href="http://lifeamongotherthings.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogroll.html"&gt;Blog Your Blessing&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://blogtalkers.wordpress.com/"&gt;BlogTalkers&lt;/a&gt; syndicate)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newatlanta.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/ReEsUvWEfII/AAAAAAAAANY/XUa_k1FZKtI/s1600/choice.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Choice is GoOd&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogtalkers.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/ReHuofWEfLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ndflDjVBVlg/s1600/blogtalkers_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Talk is GoOd&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With money comes the freedom of choice. Rather than the conventional argument of good money vs bad money, money is simply a means to an end. And putting in the fact that humans can think &amp; make choices of our own, this is a powerful tool indeed - this freedom of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the short bottom line is that freedom of choice means we can do what we want to do. And pay others to do the rest ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... what are you going to do with your freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just signed-up for &lt;a href="http://blogtalkers.wordpress.com/"&gt;BlogTalkers&lt;/a&gt; after found it pretty intriguing from &lt;a href="http://msdemmie.wordpress.com/"&gt;MsDemmies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogtalkers.wordpress.com/2007/02/25/blog-talkers-talk-9/"&gt;Question #9: So, you think you know me, eh?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really knew me you would know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I embrace change. Yet the more I change, the more I stay the same."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Musings: Freedom of choice is not to be confused with greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-5366129958016043557?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/5366129958016043557/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=5366129958016043557&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/5366129958016043557" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/5366129958016043557" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/02/freedom-of-choice.html" title="Freedom of Choice" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/ReEsUvWEfII/AAAAAAAAANY/XUa_k1FZKtI/s72-c/choice.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-26078026186478374</id><published>2007-02-22T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:47:40.648+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games-and-tech" /><title type="text">PlanesWalker TD Map for Warcraft III: TFT</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Did you know that Stev makes &lt;s&gt;games&lt;/s&gt; Warcraft3 maps?! For all War3 gamers who need a bit of time away from pwnage in &lt;a href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2006/08/stevs-guide-to-dota.html"&gt;DotA&lt;/a&gt;, here's presenting &lt;b&gt;PlanesWalker TD&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.worldofwar.net/forums/downloads.php?do=file&amp;id=351"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/ReIR8vWEfNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/W0dJ1_uXAEA/s1600/PlaneswalkerTD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Not just another Warcraft 3 map...&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PlanesWalker TD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Version:&lt;/span&gt; 1.83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Category:&lt;/span&gt; Defense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Players:&lt;/span&gt; 1 to 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PlanesWalker, choose your magic specialty, and summon towers, heroes &amp; spells to stop wave after wave of The Invasion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 12 Schools of Specialized Magic&lt;br /&gt;- 12 Powerful Distinct Heroes&lt;br /&gt;- 88 Plane-Shattering Spells&lt;br /&gt;- 120 Devastating Unique Towers&lt;br /&gt;- 40++ Levels of Utter Mayhem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inspired By:&lt;/span&gt; Burbenog &amp; MTG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feedback Thread:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.worldofwar.net/forums/showthread.php?t=40580"&gt;http://maps.worldofwar.net/forums/showthread.php?t=40580&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Download Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.worldofwar.net/forums/downloads.php?do=file&amp;id=351"&gt;http://maps.worldofwar.net/forums/downloads.php?do=file&amp;id=351&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/ReH02fWEfMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nS4cayIz4c0/s1600/pwned.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Check out my new tee&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;- eProps &amp; ePeens: To the testers including &lt;a href="http://arcranix.blogspot.com/"&gt;arc&lt;/a&gt;, xhin (weisionggoh), etc...&lt;br /&gt;- Comments: Love it or Hate it? Found any bugs? Comments motivate me! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-26078026186478374?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/26078026186478374" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/26078026186478374" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/02/planeswalker-td-map-for-warcraft-3-tft.html" title="PlanesWalker TD Map for Warcraft III: TFT" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/ReIR8vWEfNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/W0dJ1_uXAEA/s72-c/PlaneswalkerTD.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-5902099967011292842</id><published>2007-02-21T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T12:53:15.659+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Events" /><title type="text">The Last Twelve in Snapshots</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;The past one year...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl4v_WEezI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Uvm7nvF3Ulc/s1600/2006-02-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suet Yan gets cake-dunked on her birthday (2006-02-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl4v_WEe0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/PZ43YKMmat8/s1600/2006-06-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel squeezing balls &amp; showing off his ass during Customer Service course (2006-06-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl4wPWEe1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/LSbv1gSuTzg/s1600/2006-06-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby G *happies* with her bday prezzie (2006-06-15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl4wPWEe2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HZVY9FUi0jI/s1600/2006-06-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous so-called king of fruits (durian). Photo take during community service visiting an orchard at a village rebuilt after hit by the Dec 2004 tsunami. (2006-06-26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl4wfWEe3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YFfudXNKoIk/s1600/2006-08-09-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alva sticking out her tongue when we tried taking pictures of her eating bday cake (2006-08-09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl7l_WEe4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/7_sMdaP2p3Q/s1600/2006-08-09-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma doesnt have any reservations... (2006-08-09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl7mPWEe5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/_PgERe4RAvE/s1600/2006-08-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some wild specimens at the &lt;a href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2006/08/taiping-zoo-night-safari.html"&gt;Taiping Zoo&lt;/a&gt; (2006-08-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl7mPWEe6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/7lBVORl3rg8/s1600/2006-08-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alban climbing Mount Kinabalu (2006-08-26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl7mPWEe7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/PRIuZ0EPcjE/s1600/2006-09-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang Bridge (longest bridge in Asia) taken during Car Treasure Hunt (2006-09-24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl7mfWEe8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/2uxicQEPv2I/s1600/2006-10-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei blowing candles after making a birthday wish (2006-10-03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl8uvWEe9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/wKmm85FPYPo/s1600/2006-10-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tradition to use cake icing to warpaint one's face (Ethan on birthday) (2006-10-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl8u_WEe-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/hHohC-49y6g/s1600/2006-11-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls backstage during IT dinner (2006-11-06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl8u_WEe_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/L-QxmSLF6Do/s1600/2006-11-13.jpg "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel when asked to act cute with her twin birthday elephants (2006-11-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl8u_WEfAI/AAAAAAAAALE/X5hedhVDxCA/s1600/2006-12-18.jpg "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous TGIFs from the &lt;a href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2006/12/monday-blows.html"&gt;infamous outing&lt;/a&gt; (2006-12-18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl8vPWEfBI/AAAAAAAAALM/m8Nb0Iip-YI/s1600/2006-12-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What someone got during the gift exchange held during Christmas (2006-12-23) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl-7fWEfFI/AAAAAAAAALs/zNyS5SUKFvA/s1600/2006-12-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are trying to spell out something... (2006-12-31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl9yvWEfDI/AAAAAAAAALc/zcUqu3Vdxz0/s1600/2007-01-10.jpg "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fieryprincess.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt; says "I NEVER roll my eyes!" during her visit to Penang (2007-01-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl9yvWEfEI/AAAAAAAAALk/HtlMcvcOZJo/s1600/2007-02-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancers posing before performance (2007-02-03)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogging: 'Borrowed' a few quotes featured on &lt;a href="http://ianliew.blogspot.com/2007/02/quotes-150207.html"&gt;IanLiew&lt;/a&gt; into the magic quote cycle script (it's right at the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;- Chatbox: Chatbox removed as too many viruses/pop-ups/attacks when on IE. heh.&lt;br /&gt;- JustForFun: I did a &lt;a href="http://drawahouse.com/houses/show.asp?houseID=462064&amp;houseHash=0c566439720b49c4a4f3be75a994fb0e"&gt;DrawAHouse.com&lt;/a&gt;! (credits to &lt;a href="http://sneexe.blogspot.com/2007/02/drawahousecom.html"&gt;sneexe&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://drawahouse.com/houses/show.asp?houseID=462064&amp;houseHash=0c566439720b49c4a4f3be75a994fb0e"&gt;&lt;img src="http://drawahouse.com/houses/2007/2/20/462064_t.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-5902099967011292842?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/5902099967011292842/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=5902099967011292842&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/5902099967011292842" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/5902099967011292842" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-twelve-in-snapshots.html" title="The Last Twelve in Snapshots" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rdl4v_WEezI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Uvm7nvF3Ulc/s72-c/2006-02-10.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-4165199191178228650</id><published>2007-02-21T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:56:27.776+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advert" /><title type="text">Back to PPP Too</title><content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Had been away from PayPerPost &amp; generally advertising in general. Besides that's not the point for *this* blog anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on the other hand, blogvertising is still proliferating. And of course with time, comes change (and we mean change in the sort of winds of change NOT chump change change).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPP now has &lt;a href="http://www.alexaranking.com/"&gt;Alexa Ranking&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/help/faq.html"&gt;Technorati Ranking&lt;/a&gt; (?) in addition to its originally used &lt;a href="http://www.prchecker.info/"&gt;Google PageRank&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirements for adverts are set by advertisters &amp; PPP still remains one of the easiest to startout with. (Although their &lt;a href="https://payperpost.com/blogger/opportunity/help"&gt;Help&lt;/a&gt; &amp; FAQ could do with some updating). PPP has its rivals as well including ReviewMe right at its shadow (yes they are competing for ad-market position &amp; competition is good... for us bloggers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, the trend of the &lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com"&gt;blog ad network&lt;/a&gt; is definitely here to stay. Stay safe &amp; happy blogging all whether or not you *do* PPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to go find some things to buy with my &lt;a href="http://www.paypal.com/"&gt;online wallet&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;font color="black"&gt;Dammit. Paypal. Let me withdraw $$$ from Malaysia!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/ys95m7" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-4165199191178228650?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4165199191178228650" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4165199191178228650" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-ppp-too.html" title="Back to PPP Too" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-1951831591996134471</id><published>2007-02-19T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:01:00.707+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title type="text">Brief Sorta Post</title><content type="html">Works been crazy hence no updates&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year / Happy Holidays to all celebrating&lt;br /&gt;Personally not celebrating CNY this year&lt;br /&gt;My paternal grandmother passed away peacefully yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back to regular postings (soon) hopefully&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;After the Funeral Wake &amp; Cremation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was 79 years old&lt;br /&gt;Had 7 children, 6 survived to adulthood&lt;br /&gt;Has great-grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;Drank a cup of coffee every morning without fail before doing anything else&lt;br /&gt;Strict to her children; Spoilt her children's children&lt;br /&gt;Moved a lot of houses during her adult life&lt;br /&gt;Had a band playing at her funeral as per her request&lt;br /&gt;Died and was cremated according to her wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Personal: Was an interesting experience being Christian yet going through a traditional Chinese hokkien funeral. On leave this Friday to place her remains in her new 'apartment'.&lt;br /&gt;- Blogging: Slightly ironic that the last post was titled &lt;a href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/02/immortal-forever.html"&gt;Immortal Forever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Musings: The thing I remember most about her is her smile, totally joyous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-1951831591996134471?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/1951831591996134471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=1951831591996134471&amp;isPopup=true" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/1951831591996134471" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/1951831591996134471" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/02/brief-sorta-post.html" title="Brief Sorta Post" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-3067112905439312599</id><published>2007-02-09T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T13:55:29.314+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><title type="text">Immortal Forever</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bikemenu.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RcxNMOFqIlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/K4TIuxf6888/s1600/james-dean-marilyn-monroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Dean &amp; Monroe Immortalized&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It seems like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But it was long ago&lt;br /&gt;Janey was lovely she was the queen of my nights&lt;br /&gt;There in the darkness with the radio, playin' low&lt;br /&gt;The secrets that we shared&lt;br /&gt;Mountains that we moved&lt;br /&gt;Caught like a wildfire out of control&lt;br /&gt;'Til there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember what she said to me&lt;br /&gt;How she swore that it never would end&lt;br /&gt;I remember how she held me, oh so tight&lt;br /&gt;Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind&lt;br /&gt;We were running against the wind&lt;br /&gt;We were young and strong and we were running&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years rolled slowly past&lt;br /&gt;And I found myself alone&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends&lt;br /&gt;Found myself further and further from my home&lt;br /&gt;I guess I lost my way&lt;br /&gt;There were oh so many roads&lt;br /&gt;I was living to run and running to live&lt;br /&gt;Never worrying about paying or even how much I owed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time&lt;br /&gt;Breaking all of the rules that we bent&lt;br /&gt;Began to find myself searching&lt;br /&gt;Searching for shelter again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind&lt;br /&gt;I was running against the wind&lt;br /&gt;I found myself seeking shelter&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those drifter's days are past me now&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much more to think about&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines and commitments&lt;br /&gt;What to leave in, what to leave out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind&lt;br /&gt;I'm still running against the wind&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm older now but still running&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bob Seger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by each &amp; everyone of us. Like the tales of the Norse Gods of old, we can be the strongest &amp; most powerful yet we will always lose when wrestling against old mother time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes us by, we start to realize that perhaps we weren't &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; as impenetrable as we once thought we were. All nighters out partying have all but lost its lustre. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep soon becomes a precious commodity coveted like no other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we exhaust ourselves to the limit, we find that we take that extra few seconds more to recover this time. Hairs continue to gray yet concealed by applying fresh colors every couple of months. On cold days, bones &amp; wounds never fully 100% recovered start to ache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look at ourselves in the mirror and realize we seem somewhat... (in kind words)... wiser. The 52 man-made weeks every year continue to pass us by... and we wonder where the years have went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immortality which we thought we had has slowly slipped away without us noticing sometime when we were busy chasing our youthful dreams. Immortal Forever... No More...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Musings: In a pensive mood this week&lt;br /&gt;- Apologies: Work has been crazy &amp; have not had much time to blog (both read/write)&lt;br /&gt;- Best Wishes: Good luck to &lt;a href="http://arcranix.blogspot.com/"&gt;arc&lt;/a&gt; with his job search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-3067112905439312599?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/3067112905439312599/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=3067112905439312599&amp;isPopup=true" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/3067112905439312599" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/3067112905439312599" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/02/immortal-forever.html" title="Immortal Forever" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RcxNMOFqIlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/K4TIuxf6888/s72-c/james-dean-marilyn-monroe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-155128432695448204</id><published>2007-02-04T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T06:12:04.224+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><title type="text">On Love</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;This Sunday on the top-rated &lt;a href="http://lifeamongotherthings.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogroll.html"&gt;BYB&lt;/a&gt; blogshow, let us talk about something close to many of our hearts - LOVE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nevosoft.com/3d-screensavers/en/screensavers/love-screen-saver-(dedicated-to-st--valentine).html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RcUIeeipEpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1k96PDa23fE/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Love is in the (helium) air...&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is patient, Love is kind,&lt;br /&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast,&lt;br /&gt;It is not proud, It is not rude,&lt;br /&gt;It is not self-seeking,&lt;br /&gt;It is not easily angered,&lt;br /&gt;It keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does not delight in evil,&lt;br /&gt;but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always protects, always trusts,&lt;br /&gt;always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love bears all things, believes all things,&lt;br /&gt;hopes all things, endures all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Corinthians 13 : 4 - 8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Personal: Back after company's annual dinner (was grand despite not getting a chance to eat as too busy making sure things were running smoothly...)&lt;br /&gt;- Musings: Love is a many-splendour thing. Sometimes in life there's a need to live, to learn, to let go of regrets &amp; to love&lt;br /&gt;- JustForFun: Or maybe this is what &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RcUH4-ipEoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S8Roxy0pDcg/s1600/the-real-love.gif"&gt;love is really about&lt;/a&gt; (provided by &lt;a href="http://www.shadowculture.com/wtbr/books.html"&gt;shadowculture&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- DinG!: Oh yeah Valentines this month...&lt;br /&gt;- Wishes: Have a great week ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-155128432695448204?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/155128432695448204/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=155128432695448204&amp;isPopup=true" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/155128432695448204" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/155128432695448204" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-love.html" title="On Love" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RcUIeeipEpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1k96PDa23fE/s72-c/love.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-4415584751204115681</id><published>2007-01-31T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T02:55:33.819+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Just-for-fun" /><title type="text">Oh So Wrong Nursery Rhymes</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;When nursery rhymes go wrong... very wrong... &lt;font color="red"&gt;(Warning: Possibly unsuitable sexual-hinted/politically incorrect content within)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parrish-house.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rb-UJpEELFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yPxFytyIbEE/s1600/polly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Polly wants a jello?&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baa Baa African Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Have you any wool?&lt;br /&gt;Yes maam yes maam&lt;br /&gt;3 bags full.&lt;br /&gt;One for the dom&lt;br /&gt;One for the sub&lt;br /&gt;And one for the little boy&lt;br /&gt;Who lived down the lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and Jill went up the hill&lt;br /&gt;To fetch a pail of water&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what they did up there&lt;br /&gt;But they came down with a daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man he played one&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack on my thumb&lt;br /&gt;Dig dug putty whack give a goh a bone? &lt;br /&gt;This yaoi mistress went rolling home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinker, tailor,&lt;br /&gt;Soldier, sailor,&lt;br /&gt;Rich man, poor man,&lt;br /&gt;Blogger, content-thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love little pussy,&lt;br /&gt;Her coat is so warm,&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't hurt her,&lt;br /&gt;She'll do me no harm.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll not pull her tail,&lt;br /&gt;Nor drive her away,&lt;br /&gt;But pussy and I,&lt;br /&gt;Very gently will play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(History: This poem was first seen in 1830 and its popularity has it appearing in almost every nursery rhyme collection. The rhyme tells a child how to treat his/her pets gently.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Scream,&lt;br /&gt;You scream,&lt;br /&gt;We all scream,&lt;br /&gt;For ICE CREAM!&lt;br /&gt;(You need to be a fan of Todd McFarlane's Spawn to get this one)&lt;br /&gt;But for the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rb-ToJEELEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hljZ9z_K-Oc/s1600/icecream.jpg"&gt;rest of you&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trivia: Idea for this originated off from &lt;a href="http://chaosboredom.blogspot.com/"&gt;chao&lt;/a&gt; from some weird yaoi-slave-mistress banter between HMoYM, weisionggoh &amp; BurgerKing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-4415584751204115681?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/4415584751204115681/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=4415584751204115681&amp;isPopup=true" title="25 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4415584751204115681" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4415584751204115681" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-so-wrong-nursery-rhymes.html" title="Oh So Wrong Nursery Rhymes" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rb-UJpEELFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yPxFytyIbEE/s72-c/polly.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-214552975907213541</id><published>2007-01-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:58:34.876+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><title type="text">Paris Sexposed!</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;This blog was recently exposed on &lt;a href="http://iwillfuckingtearyouapart.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-we-have-here-is-failure-to.html"&gt;IWillFuckingTearYouApart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://iwillfuckingtearyouapart.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-we-have-here-is-failure-to.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rb4MBJEELDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ICQlSRGya_A/s1600/ask.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a number of links coming from aforementioned site while checking on &lt;a href="http://statcounter.com/"&gt;statcounter&lt;/a&gt;. And lo &amp; behold this blog was reviewed by the friendly folks at IWillFuckingTearYouApart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the uncommunicative communicate review &lt;a href="http://iwillfuckingtearyouapart.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-we-have-here-is-failure-to.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nonsensicalness: I'm a genius? Woot! Things you learn two decades down the road...&lt;br /&gt;- Personal: Extremely busy week(s) once again due to that dreaded 4-letter word - W.O.R.K.&lt;br /&gt;- BYB: Check out the other &lt;a href="http://lifeamongotherthings.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogroll.html"&gt;BYB bloggers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color="black"&gt;As for me, I'm happy to be alive &amp; for... work (!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sample BYB quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It is the duty of every cultured man or woman to read sympathetically the scriptures of the world. If we are to respect others' religions as we would&lt;br /&gt;have them respect our own, a friendly study of the world's religions is a sacred duty." ~ Mahatma Gandhi &lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://advertising-for-success.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-your-blessing-sunday-gandhi.html"&gt;AdvertisingForSuccess&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"One With Life. Being one with life is being one with Now [or, the present moment, or Presence]. You then realize that you don't live your life, but life lives you. Life is the dancer, and you are the dance." ~ Eckhart Tolle&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://moonlightbecomesme.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-your-blessings-sunday_28.html"&gt;MoonlightBecomesMe&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-214552975907213541?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/214552975907213541/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=214552975907213541&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/214552975907213541" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/214552975907213541" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/01/paris-sexposed.html" title="Paris Sexposed!" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Rb4MBJEELDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ICQlSRGya_A/s72-c/ask.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-4483182647521442751</id><published>2007-01-22T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T03:11:49.080+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><title type="text">Individuality</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;What does it mean to be an individual? Does it remain a cliche to hear that you are unique - just like everyone else?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://krash.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RbY2VJEELBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wWUGNjl8b60/s1600/Individual_by_krash.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;I am so glad to be a unique individu... Whoops!&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the cynics among us say that individuality is over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet on the other hand statistics tell us things such as 95% of people are wrong. So to succeed, you just have to do the opposite of what everyone else is doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also there's the middle path of being balanced favored. Meaning that each &amp; every one of is unique in a way &amp; of course we have parts of us that are very much part of a group or crowd since Homo sapiens are social creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very compelling discussions indeed from various viewpoints. Still the keyword here would be 'viewpoints'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each &amp; everyone of us as we know sees things through our own eyes. And with that comes our own various interpretations of what makes an individual an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individuality can mean many things from the role we play. Anyone remembers the past hit song by Meredith Brooks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child, I'm a mother&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner, I'm a saint&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel ashamed...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an individual means knowing &amp; growing with who you are, and includes being malleable to change. To be able to walk in a crowd without the need to do anything special (or stick out like a dumb halfwit prick). Yet to sometimes know when we need to voice out in a crowd despite going against the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not mistake individuality for pompousness or standing out of the crowd. (Do not mistake a crowd for always being a mindless mob.) Individuality is simple - it's who you are (really) isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I don't mind being a not very unique individual... as long as I look HAWT! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesafehouse.org/mugshots/album12/Female_Blood_Elf"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RbY2VZEELCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6kvPmoxjSaI/s1600/female_bloodelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Welcome to BC&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What says you on individuality?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Personal: Lying to myself that I am handling increased workload better of late due to transition; Still trying to make sure "I" give enough quality time alone with "myself" ;) &lt;font color="black"&gt;(and no we're not talking about masturbating)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nonsensicalness: I love &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rocky_road"&gt;Rocky Road&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;- Thoughts: &lt;a href="http://www.newsdaily.com/TopNews/UPI-1-20070119-16293700-bc-turkey-journalistshot-1stld-crn.xml"&gt;Hrant Dink&lt;/a&gt; remains in our memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-4483182647521442751?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/4483182647521442751/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=4483182647521442751&amp;isPopup=true" title="28 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4483182647521442751" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4483182647521442751" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/01/individuality.html" title="Individuality" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RbY2VJEELBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wWUGNjl8b60/s72-c/Individual_by_krash.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-5000004707291101760</id><published>2007-01-21T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T02:56:36.482+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Events" /><title type="text">Air &amp; Air</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;A slightly more serious post on the serious problem of flooding. Makes one give thanks to be safe, dry &amp; breathing...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kukujiao.com/2006/12/28/flood-havoc-down-south/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RbH837AKKWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gETCiwF3KEE/s1600/johor_flood.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;One shoplot level goes submarine&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post title 'Air &amp; Air' comes from a play of words in both English &amp; Malay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air = The invisible substance we breathe to live&lt;br /&gt;Air = (ah-yer / ah-yek) Water we drink to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both air &amp; water are important parts of our life. And while I recognize that this being a &lt;a href="http://lifeamongotherthings.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogroll.html"&gt;BlogYourBlessings&lt;/a&gt; post should be focused on our blessings. Sometimes we need to look at things comparatively in order to count our blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VKI_gTNoy44/RbMDUO2w33I/AAAAAAAAACE/Ld-yb1sKwFc/s1600/Blogyourblessings-1.gif" width="50%" height="50%"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I may be personally currently overworked &amp; feeling like a clown juggling knives in the circus. Yet it pales much in comparison to many others worldwide who are in need of real help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oft disasters that strike seem so far away &amp; we view things from a distant observer's viewpoint. Recall reading up on the tsunami that afflicted many in 2004 does help us to emphatize &amp; view things more on a human(e) level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally was fortunate enough to be help out a small scale as part of the organizing committee for a visit/helping hand to a village damaged by the tsunami previously. Looking forward to helping out at least once to charity this year as part of this year's goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those suffering from wars, disasters &amp; hunger - our hearts go out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at a nearer local front in Malaysia, too much water becomes an issue. The floods are receding in Johor down South. Yet a lot of assistance is still required to assist with many rebuilding their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Extracts from local publications)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/1/9/nation/16513922&amp;sec=nation"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those interested to help or donate can contact The Star’s hotline at 03-7967 1697 (for public), and 03-7967 1238 (for corporate donors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/nst/Tuesday/Frontpage/20070116075308/Article/index_html"&gt;New Straits Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donations via cheque, bank draft or postal order made out to The New Straits Times Press (M) Bhd can be sent to: The New Straits Times Press (M) Bhd, c/o Finance Department, 5th Floor, Balai Berita, 31, Jalan Riong, 59100 Kuala Lumpur (Attention: Aidah Nordin). Kindly write on the back of the cheque donor’s name, address and contact number. Or done at NSTP branches. All donations collected will be channelled to the National Disaster Relief Fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pop.bluehyppo.com/flood/index.asp"&gt;Other Help Options&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Links: &lt;a href="http://www.kukujiao.com/2007/01/18/update-on-kota-tinggi/"&gt;More help says kukujiao.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gaming: Up at the wee hours again after a couple of hours pwning at DotA... err... dedicated to ong2 whos leaving to start his career at s'pore (the escape from work was good &amp; much needed)&lt;br /&gt;- Personal: Will be sending a cheque over via NST (feel free to let me know if you'd like to arrange to contribute together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-5000004707291101760?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/5000004707291101760/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=5000004707291101760&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/5000004707291101760" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/5000004707291101760" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/01/air-air.html" title="Air &amp; Air" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RbH837AKKWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gETCiwF3KEE/s72-c/johor_flood.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-4632949765873200055</id><published>2007-01-17T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T18:40:43.905+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><title type="text">Confessions of a Blogger</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;It's time to confess. This does not come easy to me actually. But I feel I should come clean. I am actually...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RbHw6bAKKVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ix6CVWhCWPQ/s1600/confessions.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Words to 'fess&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="+3" color="red"&gt;Just Kidding!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Gotcha there didn't I! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it wasn't for no reason. It was a ploy to get more people to click on the "Read full entry" link from the &lt;a href="http://stev.blogspot.com/"&gt;mainpage&lt;/a&gt; to be able to read the post in its entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is of course a REAL confession to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today in public &amp; online on a blog - I'm posting a confession of my habits as a blogger (in both the Author / Writer / Visitor / Blogder) points of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stev the Blogger-Author&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blog only when inspiration strikes - sometimes streaks followed by silence...&lt;br /&gt;2. Usually compose &amp; keep a copy of blog entries in Notepad&lt;br /&gt;3. Post usually begins with a singular theme/idea before the rest comes up&lt;br /&gt;4. Rarely blog on personal stuff (to avoid Google caching / mundaneboringblogitis)&lt;br /&gt;5. After a very long continued dry spell will resort to posting spam (sry!)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;s&gt;Comment whore&lt;/s&gt; Enjoy discussing on various issues on varying levels&lt;br /&gt;7. The Feedburner gives a superficial ego boost ;) &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/stev"&gt;CLICK ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pictures are usually spam, from uncle google, or the amazing deviantart&lt;br /&gt;9. Blogging hours somehow tend to be in the wee hours of the morning...&lt;br /&gt;10. Most posts have some side-humor or inside joke hidden &lt;font color="black"&gt;(or I could be lying ;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stev the Blogder-Visitor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Usually will comment on blogs visited (unless really have no idea...)&lt;br /&gt;2. Blogs on the Friends list are visited daily (when work doesnt kill me)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-link-this.html"&gt;Other bLinks&lt;/a&gt; are visited regularly&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends list depends on site relevancy to mine &amp; interesting factor&lt;br /&gt;5. Recently started list of blogders to vist them back as a courtesy call&lt;br /&gt;6. Prefer to visit sites manually anyway &lt;i&gt;despite&lt;/i&gt; using Google Reader&lt;br /&gt;7. There is no spoon&lt;br /&gt;8. My full Bloglist has 98 blogs&lt;br /&gt;9. Blogs are sub-divided into: Directories, Friends, Others, PhotoBlogs, Tools, Visitors&lt;br /&gt;10. Main reason I visit blogs is to &lt;s&gt;laugh at others&lt;/s&gt; view things differently ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Any confessions YOU would like to make?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trivia: This post was going to be "Tastes like cabbage" (where I put up lots of pretty oh-so-beautiful-yet-useless spam pictures) till inspiration suddenly err... yeah. struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Raz7K7AKKTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o3fdOydqgrg/s1600-h/kimono-dog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/Raz7K7AKKTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o3fdOydqgrg/s320/kimono-dog.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020663849666881842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Example of Spam&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogging&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;: Lots of people seem to be having trouble categorizing this blog... Which is something / humor / musings / spam / something... Check out the &lt;a href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2005/03/about.html"&gt;About page&lt;/a&gt; dammit! ;)&lt;br /&gt;- Blogging&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;: The site slogan/description/sub-title has been changed from "Simplicity is life's greatest sophistication (Leonardo da Vinci)" to "A blog to entertain himself... and then some"&lt;br /&gt;- Music: One of the rare days I blog while listening to music (Currently Weirdly Playing: Beck - Cellphone's Dead)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Discuss:&lt;/b&gt; Any thoughts on the new site description?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-4632949765873200055?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/4632949765873200055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=4632949765873200055&amp;isPopup=true" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4632949765873200055" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/4632949765873200055" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/01/confessions-of-blogger.html" title="Confessions of a Blogger" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RbHw6bAKKVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ix6CVWhCWPQ/s72-c/confessions.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-1271746547929202689</id><published>2007-01-10T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:26:58.624+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title type="text">Pandamonium</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Forecast: Less blog-related activities this week till early next week. Currently experiencing periodic heavy rains &amp; random doses of chaos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.headinjurytheater.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RaS47rAKKRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GPrr8v4OP_M/s1600/head-injury-panda-attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Head Injury Theater...&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;TIRED OUT!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If only I can primal split myself into three... ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RaS55LAKKSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/F30IEgn92ck/s1600-h/pandaplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RaS55LAKKSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/F30IEgn92ck/s320/pandaplane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018340276654713122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;s&gt;Snakes&lt;/s&gt; Pandas on a Plane&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blogger: This should be the shortest post ever on StevBlogs&lt;br /&gt;- Personal: Tired. Dead tired. Eats, shoots and sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;- Trivia: Sky-high pandas are actually quite common in some parts of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-1271746547929202689?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/1271746547929202689/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=1271746547929202689&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/1271746547929202689" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/1271746547929202689" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/01/pandamonium.html" title="Pandamonium" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RaS47rAKKRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GPrr8v4OP_M/s72-c/head-injury-panda-attack.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11932440.post-5272694002921943840</id><published>2007-01-07T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:42:12.004+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Just-for-fun" /><title type="text">Time &amp; Friends</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Today on this wonderful beautiful Sunday... I am thankful for Time &amp; Friends (!) This &lt;a href="http://lifeamongotherthings.blogspot.com/2007/01/byb-sunday-travelling.html"&gt;BlogYourBlessing&lt;/a&gt; has been proudly brought to you by yours truly in conjuction with the other BYB group of &lt;s&gt;hippies&lt;/s&gt; happy folk... (Updated Jan 7 - err... same day later time)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeamongotherthings.blogspot.com/2007/01/byb-sunday-travelling.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VKI_gTNoy44/RaBtGFA7RpI/AAAAAAAAABg/sR7RWFIFwlQ/s320/byb-banner.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RZ_y8EFtcoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Fulcf8kwwgU/s1600-h/timefriends-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RZ_y8EFtcoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Fulcf8kwwgU/s320/timefriends-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016995623617786498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Click on pic to enlarge&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RZ_y8EFtcpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OuzATAWwNc4/s1600-h/timefriends-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RZ_y8EFtcpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OuzATAWwNc4/s320/timefriends-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016995623617786514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RZ_y8UFtcqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VzxvOy1tQBQ/s1600-h/timefriends-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RZ_y8UFtcqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VzxvOy1tQBQ/s320/timefriends-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016995627912753826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RZ_y8UFtcrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x9MLlLsq_4Q/s1600-h/timefriends-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJKjGuCrwwI/RZ_y8UFtcrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x9MLlLsq_4Q/s320/timefriends-04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016995627912753842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puns aside, Time &amp; Friends are indeed two important parts of our lives. In fact we can even view it as a chain cycle - more time allows us to be with friends more. Having more friends allow us to spend out time better. Everyone's a winner then! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TimeFriends courtesy of HalfPixel.com's fan &lt;a href="http://www.halfpixel.com/tfmaker"&gt;TimeFriend Maker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BYB: It's a Blog Your Blessing entry! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;- Pimpin: Incidentally Bodicea blogged on a more err... intellectual look at &lt;a href="http://honestlydead.wordpress.com/2007/01/06/time-lover/#more-278"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Other: On a more serious note, Cat wrote on being a &lt;a href="http://aspenleafhosting.com/cat/?p=692"&gt;pregnant teen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trivia: Posting this entry after a few hours of fun nonsense playing LAN games on &lt;a href="http://hamachi.cc/"&gt;hamachi&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://arcranix.blogspot.com/"&gt;arc&lt;/a&gt; &amp; weisionggoh&lt;br /&gt;- PornFriends: Eric, comic no.4 is &lt;a href="http://arcranix.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-zero-zero-seven.html"&gt;specially for you&lt;/a&gt; *cough* *milf* *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11932440-5272694002921943840?l=stev.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/feeds/5272694002921943840/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11932440&amp;postID=5272694002921943840&amp;isPopup=true" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/5272694002921943840" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11932440/posts/default/5272694002921943840" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://stev.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-friends.html" title="Time &amp; Friends" /><author><name>stev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08460377979651900000" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VKI_gTNoy44/RaBtGFA7RpI/AAAAAAAAABg/sR7RWFIFwlQ/s72-c/byb-banner.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total></entry></feed>
