<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639</id><updated>2011-12-29T22:18:21.584-08:00</updated><category term='?'/><title type='text'>Mine.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4140153904426917817</id><published>2011-12-28T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:04:27.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 40 year old me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_4jgUcxMezM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought that was a beautiful way to convey a message of checking yourself for melanoma, which is skin cancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, while not in the same, good meaning, nostalgic spirit, this post is a message for me, in 20 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear 40 year old me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would really like you to be the suit wearing, whiskey slurping, womanizer that all teenagers grow up to be, more so now with the phenomenon that is Barney Stinson. But, as the most realistic person(some may say boring) I know, I'm going to try and keep this realistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You should be a partner at a major law firm by now, or even associate partner. Your clients include some really big corporate companies, or large car manufacturers. You should be driving a Camaro, or something that goes from 0 to 60 in 3 secs. Preferably a cherry red Ferrari. Yellow's good too, but with Ferraris, the only colour it looks good in, is red. Your place, either a bohemian-themed bachelor pad, or a swanky, metallic dark colours penthouse. Whatever your preference at that time. While I may not know what the styles of 2022 may look like, I know that some classics never change, and I consider this a classic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Family is optional. Children are optional, though highly frowned upon. Here's a tip, everytime you think kids are a good idea, head to a jungle gym, or the mall. Wife (highly optional but don't let her see this) should look decent, but posses a great sense of humour. Or one that's unique, like yours. Funny, charming, knows how to take a joke, and knows how to dish one out too. I'm really trying to downplay my expectations here, so you better be overachieving! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess thats mostly it. One more thing, could you send me a sign at exactly 2.05pm on the 29th of December that time travel exists? Thanks bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4140153904426917817?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4140153904426917817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4140153904426917817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4140153904426917817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4140153904426917817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-40-year-old-me.html' title='Dear 40 year old me'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_4jgUcxMezM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4576087082706389190</id><published>2011-12-27T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:22:46.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clichèd</title><content type='html'>2011, for me, will be remembered for so many reasons, on personal and international reasons.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world changed alot in the past year. We've seen the uprising of the the people that were once content with their lives and just skating by with what little they got from their governments. That all changed, when the now famous Mohammad Bouazizi set himself alight and drew the attention of the world upon Tunisia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That the protests were sufficiently consistent to force Ben Ali was testament to the power that people previously never knew they had, or knew, but never forced the issue consistently for any significant result to manifest itself. Opression has always been present in somewhat poorer countries, but never have revolutions taken such a large share of media attention as it has this particular year, so much that it has prompted to TIME Magazine to name The Protestor as its annual Person of The Year contest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't only in Tunisia that revolters made headlines. All over the world, people were drawing inspiration from each other, and social media was at the epicentre of it all. Facebook, Twitter and Skype, once meagre communication tools used by bored teenagers to connect with their equally bored friends, was used to spread the fire that was lighted by the Tunisian people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Tunisia, the desire for better government went on to Egypt, Libya, Spain, Italy, America, Russia, and most recently, Syria. Mubarak and Gadaffi were ousted through peaceful protests, which were made violent by the government's brutal efforts to crackdown on these protests. Bersih 2.0 might have been bad, but compared to the tear gas, rubber bullets and pepper spray that the enforcement officers used, it seemed much less violent, although still uncalled for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the methods were the same, the cause was different, none more so evident than in America, where Occupy Wall Street inspired countless other movements, like in Oakland. The growing disparity between the insanely rich and desperately poor was enough to drive the people of America to start the movement, camping out on the now infamous Zuccotti Park. It wasn't only one class of people that supported thier cause, people from all walks of life were joining in, including retired police officers who were arrested by those previously his colleagues. What irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closer to home, Bersih 2.0 showed that Malaysians too, were capable of forcing change. While it may not have been as widespread or influential as the protests in the Middle East, it certainly made headlines for several weeks. While newspapers covered the major events, Twitter and Facebook were awash with news, some true and some quite unlikely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Protests aside, on a personal level, 2011 was a major crossroads moment for me, especially in my education. Completing A Levels was only part of it. That I have finally decided on Law at Monash University is a major decision, and one no doubt I will regret(at some point) in the future. I never gave much thought to choosing a career previously, I always thought it would all fall into place eventually, as has been the case since the beginnning of my education. Having to make a life defining choice at the age of 19 may be one of many flaws in our education system, but it is one that I am glad to have made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world's changed in so many ways, and I for one, am excited to see what 2012 holds. Speaking of evil dictators, how about one more protest to overthrow Sepp Blatter? How about it, world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4576087082706389190?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4576087082706389190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4576087082706389190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4576087082706389190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4576087082706389190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/12/cliched.html' title='Clichèd'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-380371736293857234</id><published>2011-12-12T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:33:46.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devotees of Little faith</title><content type='html'>We've all grown up being taught that we have freedom of choice in this country. In most democratic countries even. We're granted the freedom of speech, the freedom of choice, the freedom to go anywhere, do anything, provided it doesn't break the law. It's all stated in the Federal Constitution by which the laws must abide.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which obviously includes the freedom to select a religion one chooses to put his or her faith in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That brings me to the headache of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ponder this: Given that we are free to choose a religion, why is proselytizing illegal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know, proselytizing is the act of attempting to convert a person from one religion to another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ATTEMPTING. Proselytizing is an attempt to get one to switch faiths. but faith is not as fickle as a light bulb switch. We don't believe in a religion one minute, and then in another the next. If that really is the case, then that person never truly put his faith in his religion. Makes sense, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The raid on the Damansara Utama Methodist Church on the basis of prostelysizing Muslims seems like a plot. By who? Don't know. For what? Will never know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted, places of worship can be used as foils for crimes, and has been in previous years. But if one is to perform a raid, one should do it respectfully, at the very least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, there should be less fault on the part of the prostelysizer than the prostelysizee. Excuse the language, it probably isn't accurate, but you get the point. If you put your faith in a religion, you should be committed wholeheartedly to practising said religion. There should be no doubt in your mind and heart that said religion is the best fit for you, that its principles resonate with your very own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if a person were to lack faith in his/her religion, it is due to the fact that he/she is not committed fully to practising the teachings of his religion. Don't blame others for your own devotee's shaky religious beliefs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't be preaching freedom of choice on one hand, and then say you cannot choose your own religion on the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abort all beliefs, become an agnostic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-380371736293857234?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/380371736293857234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=380371736293857234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/380371736293857234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/380371736293857234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/12/devotees-of-little-faith.html' title='Devotees of Little faith'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-6166799379952414214</id><published>2011-12-07T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:23:28.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting to pull my hair out</title><content type='html'>Every once in awhile, the stars align to give the perfect arrangement and outcome of events that lead to the seemingly improbable. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;United, on paper, really should have had this group done and dusted. A group containing Basel, Benfica and Otelul Galati, should not have posed so many threats to Manchester United, the biggest club of all time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what was perceived to be a walk in the park, a piece of cake, quickly transcended into a farce of epic proportions, United will not be involved in the knockout rounds of the UEFA Champions League.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gravity of that statement has yet sunk in with me, and I think it will when the draw is made for the last 16. Knowing that Manchester United will not be in any one of those tiny balls that they use, absolutely kills me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, the autopsy begins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What on earth happened? United seemed to be cruising in the early stages of the campaign. They were sweeping all before them in the Premier League, with Wayne Rooney scoring back to back hat tricks. United even pounded Arsenal 8-2. (The fact that Arsenal qualified doesn;t take away the fact that it happened. Grow up, Piers Morgan.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even after the opening draw with Benfica, there was no panic, as we were all so certain that United would recover from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The events that took place after gave so much to be expected. The wins against Otelul, even the draw against Benfica at home, I thought United had played reasonably well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, what is more infuriating, is not the fact that United are out of the Champions League, but the way that they exited Europe's top tier competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was no drive in their game, no hunger to win the ball back, no invention in midfield. Even though he remains a creative force, Giggs did not have the legs to track back and left all his defending duties on the shoulders of Phil Jones. While this boy is one heck of a defender in central defense, in midfield, he was definitely overrun by Basel's trio of midfielders. If that wasn't bad enough, no one picked up Shaqiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Floating from left to right, popping up all over the pitch, the kid was a constant threat, running at the United back four and keeping the ball very well for Basel. No one picked him up. SAF, as respected as he is, didn't do much to counter that threat, which is disappointing, to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in the last ten minutes, when they needed a goal to salvage that elusive point that would  have put them through. Yet, they stood back, probably stunned by the fact that Basel were outplaying them. It was frustrating, very frustrating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By last night's performance, United deserve to be out of the competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-6166799379952414214?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6166799379952414214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=6166799379952414214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6166799379952414214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6166799379952414214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/12/wanting-to-pull-my-hair-out.html' title='Wanting to pull my hair out'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7014698112145208526</id><published>2011-12-05T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:48:08.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammys!</title><content type='html'>Yes, the music industry's most prestigious award is back. The best of the best will be awarded a tiny gold phonograph for their achievements in making glorious melodies. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or do they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a world where more and more music is discovered through Youtube and less through actually going out and seeing bands perform live, the condition that rules music domination, is exposure and airplay. We've seen so many artists being discovered through channels like Spotify and SoundCloud that live performance is becoming a less important avenue to music labels in looking for the next great thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, in this writer's humble opinion, it is exactly the ability to entertain and exhilarate that should be the deciding factor in signing an artist/band. Concerts are the ultimate way of paying homage to one's musical idol, especially in this day and age where music is being downloaded so easily off torrents and P2P sharing programs. Concerts are the only true way to gauge an artist's talents, and I am sure that every person that has been to a concert would agree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much is made of autotune, which is a tool producers use to enhance the tone or pitch of a singer. In other words, it is the Photoshop of the music world. Music is perhaps the one field that has gone backwards with the advances of technology. Back in the day, when large black discs were the only way of distributing music, manipulating sound was almost a miracle. Then, singers had to be really good. I mean, really! There was no distortion of melodies to ensure that they sounded perfect, it all came from the mouths. Arethra Franklin, Shaka Khan, they were ladies with amazing powerhouse vocals that earned the respect of so many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, can we really call anyone powerhouses anymore? Is there truly an amazing voice that can blow audiences away, bring them to their feet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a skeptic.  I need to see it to believe it. Or this case, hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7014698112145208526?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7014698112145208526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7014698112145208526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7014698112145208526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7014698112145208526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/12/grammys.html' title='Grammys!'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-9095941208757002185</id><published>2011-11-29T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:57:58.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the rails</title><content type='html'>If I were you, and I think its safe to assume that I am you, in terms of being a student with high hopes and bright eyes, I'd get out of Malaysia as soon as you are given the opportunity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This country has gone mad, thanks to the racial segregation, petty squabbling and monkeys as politicians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of headlines that champion our economic progress or our national football's team successful retention of the SEA Games gold, our papers are filled with stories of politicians slinging mud at each other. One even called the other a Hitler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the convenience of my memory, for I am hopeless at their names, I shall refer to them as "one".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So One1 called One2 Hitler, One3 labelled One4 metallic black, and One5 asked for One6's resignation because of her husband's antics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really begs the question, are the people my parents have put in power to run this country, running the country? Because all that seems to make the news are the squabbles that have honestly created a wedge between PR and BN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Democracy is fine and all, till it impedes the progress of the nation. Take the US for example, the Jobs bill that Obama has introduced is going nowhere because the Republicans cannot see eye to eye with the Democrats. But yet, they are making progress there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't on one hand blame Najib for the high rate of unemployment, and on the other be opposed to all the efforts he puts forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia oh Malaysia, as beautiful and as lovely a country you have been towards my child and teenhood, when I grow up, I'm getting out of here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry to say, I suggest you do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-9095941208757002185?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9095941208757002185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=9095941208757002185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/9095941208757002185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/9095941208757002185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/11/off-rails.html' title='Off the rails'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7237071819696336500</id><published>2011-11-15T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:16:27.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Herr Klose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8MJR8pjtio/TsNnRNrWP_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IUsEuoB7LRc/s1600/Miroslav-Klose-Hairstyles-Picture.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8MJR8pjtio/TsNnRNrWP_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IUsEuoB7LRc/s320/Miroslav-Klose-Hairstyles-Picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675493500843868146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else can you say about this man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miroslav Klose seems like he has been around forever, and his goal rate seems constant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere he's gone(okay granted, he has only played for 4 clubs) he has scored goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some players have a tendency to play better for club than for country(Messi), and some players play better for country than for club, but Klose has remained a model for professionals not only in football, but in sport as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Klose started his career in little known Kaiserslautern, but even then the goals came easily.In his first 67 matches, he scored 33 goals. By any standard, that is an impressive goals to game ratio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not too long after, he signed with Werder Bremen, where his reputation for a goal poacher burgeoned. 25 goals in a season is always impressive. but to call him a goal poacher, is doing the man injustice. Klose is not only up there with the great poachers like Van Nistelrooy, but he can fill the playmaker role just as comfortably, providing his teammates with 16 assists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So indirectly, he was responsible for 41 goals in a single season. Incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the move to Bayern Munich.He didnt make much of an impact on his first season, only scoring 20 goals in all competitions. If you ask me, that itself is very impressive, but by Klose's lofty standards, his debut season with Bayern was deemed a somewhat failure. The second season however, was anything but. Again, with 20 goals in a season, which could have been more had he not sustained an injury in March. He also helped himself to 7 goals in the Champions League, and was second only to the great Messi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely, he was to remain at Bayern and finish his career a legend. But surprisingly, to me at least, he's moved to Lazio. Yet, his goals have not dried up. So far, he has helped Lazio to second place, including a winner in the 93rd minute in the always fiery Rome derby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in national colours, Klose has never failed to deliver, having the distinction as the only person to score 5 or more goals in consecutive World Cups, as well as scoring 4 or more in three different tournaments. You might argue that the last World Cup was a year ago, but one need not look further than the Germany-Netherlands game last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to prove my point : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZPigFubRlm8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Klose was involved in every goal Germany scored, the first with the lay off, the second with a wonderful header(seriously, who scores a header from there??) and the third, a wonderful interchange between him and Ozil to provide his counterpart with simplest of goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why it would be unfair to call him a mere goal poacher. The way he set up both goals and took his, makes him the complete player, in my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Man United never signed him at his peak, is beyond my belief. Heck why didn't most of the big clubs even declare interest. But then again, has he peaked? The goals just keep on coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps Sir Alex will do another Henrik Larsson and rope him in when he's 35. Sir Alex does have a reputation of signing strikers well into their careers, although Micheal Owen has not turned out so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7237071819696336500?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7237071819696336500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7237071819696336500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7237071819696336500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7237071819696336500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/11/tribute-to-herr-klose.html' title='Tribute to Herr Klose.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8MJR8pjtio/TsNnRNrWP_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IUsEuoB7LRc/s72-c/Miroslav-Klose-Hairstyles-Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-5440792820463006651</id><published>2011-11-08T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:55:25.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are they to speak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;Let me first begin with an anecdote. There is a famous legend which goes like this: French society during the time of the early Bourbon dynasty was fraught with deep poverty and hardship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;The royal family and aristocracies were however blind and protected from these harsh realities. So much so that when it was related to the French Queen Marie Antoinette, that people on the street had no bread to eat, she uttered, “Let them eat cake!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;This was quoted by Nouri Farshad in &lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/sideviews/article/let-them-eat-english-nouri-farshad/"&gt;The Malaysian Insider&lt;/a&gt;. He was speaking about the PPSMI issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;As always, when a keyboard is present, everyone has an opinion. Here's mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;PPSMI, for those of you who don't already know, is basically the policy that Tun Dr. Mahatir came up with that decreed Maths and Science be taught in English in schools. At the time, it was lauded as a great move by our then Prime Minister, and it should be even now, in my eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;The world is moving forward in English, like it or not. The global medium for intellectual discussion is English, no one can deny that. International forums are being conducted in English. Even here in Malaysia, as much as they try to use Bahasa Malaysia, English always finds a way to creep into their speeches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;Thats not to say that we have totally forgotten Bahasa Malaysia. Taking a walk down any prominent street in KL and you will hear Bahasa spoken quite frequently. It is still the language of choice of Malays, and since Malays are the dominant race in Malaysia, the language is still very much alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;But English is the way to go if Malaysia wants to be seen as a truly global nation. Why does one language have to take precedence over another? I am sure Malaysians are perfectly capable of being bilingual, heck even trilingual. Being fluent in both English and Malay not only gives us an advantage, but also makes us unique in the eyes of the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;So back to PPSMI. Forget the argument of wanting to improve English through Science and Maths, because thats why we have English classes taught as a subject. Is that not the point of English class? How much English can one learn through Science and Maths? I'm pretty sure most people already know the numbers in both English and Bahasa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;It is the issue of these future students having to move on to English based tertiary education that should be the core concern of every person involved. Being a science student, as well as a great advocate of the English language, I've found my transition from secondary school to pre-university education seamless in terms of language. Everything is in English! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;The main concern is the fact that translating scientific terms would be a real hurdle. Some of these words sound complicated as it is in English, to translate from Bahasa to English would be a nightmare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;One might argue that a substantial amount of students go on to public tertiary education institutions. The main mediun there would be Bahasa. Is it? Then I say, change that to English as well! Instead of treating children like guinea pigs, why not make the ones who are mature enough change? It would serve a better purpose for them anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;This is not fair opinion as anyone who knows me would know, I live my life using English. Everything I've written is in English, save for a few "karangans" that were poorly articulated in Bahasa tuition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;But as I try to remain objective, I do stand by the fact that switching to Bahasa would not be a good idea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;That said, whats done is done. In the words of Tan Sri Muhyiddin, our dear DPM, "it might be a democratic country, but the Government's words are final." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;It really is the people's fault that this Government is in power. But who's to say that the Opposition would be any better? PAS, who wants to implement hudud law, which is basically Islamic law, would probably champion the implementation of Bahasa so really, there is no upside at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;But why is it that the people in power have made this backward decision, without consulting the people they are implementing it on? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;Let the students have a voice. Which is a totally different issue, by the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;But yes, let the students have a say. I don't mean PAGE, which are just the parents who quite frankly, probably have not considered the wishes of their children, but are more afraid of the fact that their children would not land high paying jobs if they were to be educated in Bahasa. I'm not being fickle, most parents I know have that train of thought. Mine for one probably do, although its a relief that it won't be affecting me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;Children are getting smarter and maturing at a faster pace, with the Internet and what not.(no dirty thoughts here please.) So let them decide! If they want Bahasa, go with Bahasa. If they want English, go with English. This is true democracy. Allowing old men who were educated in the 50's make this decision is beyond my comprehension. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;Let's not be old fashioned and stick the younger generation with a burden they will have to bear in the future, purely because we want to preserve Bahasa. That ship has sailed a long time ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;It really is saddening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; border-top-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-right-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); border-bottom-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(208, 208, 208); background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/1264980995152348639-5440792820463006651?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5440792820463006651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=5440792820463006651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5440792820463006651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5440792820463006651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-are-they-to-speak.html' title='Who are they to speak?'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7049958263336712045</id><published>2011-11-03T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:33:17.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tres Bien!</title><content type='html'>Its always hard to judge your life by looking at it as a whole. You either focus on the good parts, or scrutinise the bad ones. But if you examined your life really carefully, you'd realise, life is so much better than the bleak outlook we have come to associate with these three words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIFE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also realise that people tend to use that phrase a bit too liberally. I mean, does your life really suck so bad because you have a really hard exam? It always seems bleak during, but its still no reason to curse your no doubt wonderfully blessed life, with a car, loving parents, great friends. Thats all anyone could really ever ask for. A billion dollars wouldn't hurt either, but you can't have it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that brings me to the point of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes, when I have had a really high point in my life, I like to reflect on the different aspects of my life, because everything seems so rosy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is this high point you ask? *cue exasperated faces like in Big Bang Theory.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My family and I were in Kajang, or I thought we were, and Paps had been taking his liquor like he takes his medicine, as if it were necessary. But for once, I was glad he did. He then proceeded to hand me the keys to the Mercedes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*HALLELUJAH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, the ride home felt too short. It might not sound like a big deal, but to me, it is. I drive a Myvi, and the engine vibrates like it ran on nuts and bolts at 120. But the Mercedes is such a beast. It felt like I was in one of those gliders you see in The Jetsons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But besides appealing to the materialistic and vain side of me, it also showed me a new found level of trust Paps had in me. I know this sounds very tween and 13 year old girl with daddy issues like, but it did. Don't worry, it didn't unfold in the movies, where the dad smiles like an idiot for several minutes with uplifting music in the background playing before the girl runs and jumps into his arms. Not so drama, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it did. I have crashed my car once, and to allow me to drive home was a newfound sign of trust I'd do well not to misuse. CHEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I guess I won't be using "that" phrase anytime soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7049958263336712045?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7049958263336712045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7049958263336712045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7049958263336712045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7049958263336712045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/11/excuses.html' title='Tres Bien!'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-223238517251938027</id><published>2011-11-02T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:15:09.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look. Now observe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Malaysia has always been championed as a multiracial melting pot. With Malays, Chinese and Indians living with each other, we experience each other's cultures and learn and tolerate each other's beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With the tagline, "Im Malaysian before Im Malay/Chinese/Indian", its easy to believe for people looking from the outside that Malaysia is a tight knot group of different races. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just look at any mamak stall. A Malay-Indian establishment that is popular with Indians, Malays and Chinese of every age and social status. We've seen artists, businessmen, football fans, families sit and eat joyfully at these mamak stalls. It seems all really rosy, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But take a really good look at the people of each table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The chinese are sitting with the chinese. The indians are laughing and jesting, among indians. Malays enjoying their teh tarik, with their fellow malays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See the obvious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're still pretty much a segregated community, aren't we? We'd like to think that although we get along with each other, the bulk of our time is spent with friends of the same race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not being racist, neither am I trying to drive a wedge between the races, but this is the observation I got over lunch. As my eyes scanned each table, the phenomenon was true. Each table was occupied by a single race, be it Chinese, Malay or Indian. There was not one table that had a Malay, a Chinese and an Indian that sat together, laughing and joking as is portrayed in most 1Malaysia ads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why are we pulling the wool over our own eyes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its a simple reason, why this is happening. We come from different cultures. We each have different beliefs. From these cultures, come different languages, and because there are so many different languages, its making communication between races not difficult, but still inconvenient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I tried to listen in on the tables around me, the Malays conversed in malay, as they do normally. The Chinese conversed in chinese and the Indians conversed in Tamil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where's the common denominator that can bring all these races together? Where was English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thankfully, the future looks substantially brighter. When I was in school, we had no problem communicating with each other. Malays, Chinese, Indians, everyone was friends with everyone, and the trend repeats itself over the levels of education. It encouraging to see that these are the people that will make up society in the future. perhaps one which is a true 1Malaysia, rather than only in ad campaigns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are grey times, but as they say, it is always darkest before dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-223238517251938027?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/223238517251938027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=223238517251938027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/223238517251938027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/223238517251938027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/11/look-now-observe.html' title='Look. Now observe.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-2614401770577587314</id><published>2011-10-31T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:52:11.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot should be a culture.</title><content type='html'>Go to any news site these days, and they have organized their stories into columns or tabs. You have main, sports, business, all the important stuff that people need to know, but very few do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's showbiz. You wonder, what does showbiz have to do with the world? I would imagine we can live in a world without one. But then, we wouldnt have the opportunity to enjoy the works of say, Micheal Jackson or other great musicians. Fair enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thats not what the headlines there really tell you is it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A recent visit to the Malaysian Insider inclined me to pen this phenomenon. Some of the headlines include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kim Kardashian Files for Divorce After 72 Days"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Rihanna taken to Hospital in Sweden with Flu"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even on CNN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Piers to 50 Cent: I work out to "In Da Club"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not bashing these specific news channels. Don't get me wrong. Please don't sue me with defamation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are these articles really necessary for the general public? What is our obsession with beautiful people that we need to know about Kim Kardashian getting a divorce, even though that is a source of endless humour. Two stupid people getting married and thats what you get, really. Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This really, is what the world has come to. That Rihanna has got a simple flu is newsworthy is quite stunning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should get off my high horse and remind myself that I too, sometimes enjoy these fluff pieces. Its a welcome relief to the seriousness of reality, but really, it isn't a necessity at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The money that these people are paid to look beautiful is also quite amazing actually. Granted if its something they've worked for, they deserve paycheques that have the same number of zeros as the number of germs underneath my shoe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Kim Kardashian? Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between a sex tape, a really big ass, two failed marriages and a slightly dysfunctional family, I'd say she's not worth the amount she's paid. If she were a pornstar actually, the money she gets would probably be deserved, but not for whatever important work she's done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I really cannot recall anything that she has been involved in. One failed Scary Movie? Ads? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it isn't really her fault for cashing in on her fame. It really is our fault, society. We're so obsessed with their antics that fan the flame of their popularity. The media is driven by demand, and we demand that someone tell us the dating history of John Mayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps its the fame that we really crave. American Idol seemed to have hit a gold mine by taking advantage of that social need. Look no further than William Hung. She Bangs? What idiot would make such a gigantic fool of himself? Or "Pants-On-The-Ground" guy? Seriously??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laud American Idol for picking up on our retarded need to attain even a slice of the spotlight. Otherwise, they would only air the auditions that were amazing, instead of the weird Americans that are tone-deaf. How do we know that? Because out of nowhere, in the later rounds, there is a petit, average girl with an amazing voice, and everyone's wondering, from which rabbit hole did this angelic voice rise up from? All because, the producers decide that ridicule attracts viewers better than quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sadly so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a weird world out there, and I'm part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-2614401770577587314?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2614401770577587314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=2614401770577587314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2614401770577587314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2614401770577587314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/10/idiot-should-be-culture.html' title='Idiot should be a culture.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-8203360340638901745</id><published>2011-10-30T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:20:11.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are only as good as your last game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just a couple of weeks ago, Lee Chong Wei had lost to Chen Long in the final of the Denmark Open. At the time, it seemed as though he had lost the aura of invincibility he had against the world's top players, excluding Lin Dan. Errors began to creep into his game, and smashes tat routinely found the line were nowhere to be seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People started doubting his abilities. Was he past his prime, over the hill? Losing to Chen Long twice, who though promising, is not yet in the same class of Lee Chong Wei and Lin Dan, certainly seemed to suggest so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then came the semi-final of the French Open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Datuk Lee came up against Chen Long again. It looked like another tough game, as the first set had to go to extra points. Datuk Lee showed resilience in taking the first set 23-21, and eventually took the match as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet it was in the final that convinced the world that Lee Chong Wei was still a force to be reckoned with. Kenichi Tago had given him problems, but not enough to ruffle his feathers. Datuk Lee had won the previous 6 games against Tago. The first set began like a see-saw, with points going to both players like a pendulum swinging. Some of it was down to the great attacking play that Tago was capable of, but most of the points he earned had come from errors Datuk Lee made. Long clearances, wide placements and smashes that weren't hitting the target. With just enough effort, Datuk Lee took the first set 21-16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if the first set was a nailbiter, the second was anything but. Lee strung a run of 11 points together to pull away from Tago, and the Japanese was visibly frustrated. At one point, the Malaysian began toying with Tago, diving for a shot he could have easily reached. It seemed all too easy for Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps the doubts were slightly premature. Lee has after all come back from uber-demoralising losses, noticbly in the Beijing Olympic final, where Lin Dan absolutely pulverised him. The class he  showed in yesterday's final was simply outstanding, and the fact that he has reached the final of every tournament he has played in 2011 speaks for itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What he does need to do is to win a major title, i.e. the World Championships, or the Olympic gold. Reaching the final doesn't seem to be a problem, neither is winning. His biggest problem, is beating Lin Dan, wherever Lee meets him. It looks as though Lee is mentally stumped, and overcoming this block against Lin Dan will be a big step towards validating his claim as the best badminton player ever to grace the international scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-8203360340638901745?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8203360340638901745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=8203360340638901745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8203360340638901745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8203360340638901745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-only-as-good-as-your-last-game.html' title='You are only as good as your last game.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-3600041316588871194</id><published>2011-10-23T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:12:25.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stonking weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18TdDuoeapo/TqTznX19MZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XQzmOex4qnQ/s1600/Britain-Soccer-Premie_Nava.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18TdDuoeapo/TqTznX19MZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XQzmOex4qnQ/s320/Britain-Soccer-Premie_Nava.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666922088879698322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, where to begin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The game was billed as one of the greatest derbies of all time. Both Manchester clubs at the top of the table, both teams stocked with players of amazing potential and skill, both teams in the Champions League. Manchester, right now, is the place to be, in terms of football superiority. The game however, maybe showed that one team was taking over as the dominant force of Manchester. (No prizes in guessing who.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As far as changing of the guard goes, I think its too early to tell. Form is temporary, class is permanent. If the championship was based on one game, then Manchester City would be champions, by a mile. But as the saying goes, its a marathon, not a sprint. There are 29 more games to go, 87 points more up for grabs, 2610 minutes more to be played, you get the idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe this is the United fan in me speaking, although that side of me is in temporary hiding at the moment, but its is true. United have lost games before, and by big margins against big rivals as well. Yet, here they stand, as the best team in England with 19 championships. (Yeah thats right, Koppites, Im looking at you.) There is no way they could have achieved that, without learning how to bounce back from losses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps the hiding Manchester City shelled out is a blessing in disguise. United, sorry to say, while adventurous going forward, have been found wanting on many an occasion at the back. One need not look any further back than the Basel game where United went 2-0 up and eventually had to perform a United (yes Im coining the term) to salvage a point. Yes, Basel aren't exactly a force in Europe, but lets not forget that they are the champions of Switzerland and deserve a certain amount of respect. The way United let up on them suggests complacency has crept in to this young side, which hopefully will be eradicated as they mature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That it is a young team should be taken into account. Most of the players on Sunday were below 25, certainly all were below 30 bar Ferdinand. With experience, they will develop a sense of responsibility in terms of knowing when to attack and when to defend. Or how to defend. (Johnny Evans should be gone.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then there was the death of Marco Simoncelli. Poor guy, he was an upcoming star in the world of MotoGP, yet to have his life taken away at the age of 24 is disappointing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RIP Marco SImoncelli (1987-2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lee Chong Wei lost for the second time in three weeks, and for the second time to the same player. No its not Lin Dan, although he probably would have preferred to have lost to him, it would have been an excusable loss. No, this was to Chen Long. Anyone recognize that name? I thought so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would say Datuk Lee has underestimated his young Chinese opponent. The first loss Datuk Lee felt was maybe luck on his opponent's side, and Datuk Lee responded, "I know what I have to do to beat him this time." Apparently not. Maybe Datuk Lee is finally living up to his title of Datuk? The day he retires, is the day Malaysian badminton is plunged into a blackhole. There is no one singles player, men or women, who is even close to reaching the heights that Datuk Lee has. Just look at the Thomas Cup team. Wong Choong Hann? Past his prime. Hafiz Hashim? Never even reached his prime. While China are producing top class player in every category like a factory, Malaysia are scrapping in the mud, looking for rare gems. These are gloomy times ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Chelsea-QPR game was also an odd game of football. Every outfield Chelsea player was booked, and two were red carded. Yet despite having a two man advantage, QPR were on the backfoot most of the time. It just goes to show the gulf in class in the EPL. Granted, the situation is not as bad in La Liga, where two teams make up the league. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To end on a high note, New Zealand are Rugby World Champions! Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They finally won their second world title, despite being the dominant force in rugby for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-3600041316588871194?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3600041316588871194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=3600041316588871194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3600041316588871194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3600041316588871194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/10/stonking-weekend.html' title='Stonking weekend!'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18TdDuoeapo/TqTznX19MZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XQzmOex4qnQ/s72-c/Britain-Soccer-Premie_Nava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-1402742410789675065</id><published>2011-10-19T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:38:27.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never going to happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are high hopes for Malaysia to someday be rid of ethnic and religious friction, but right now, that day is nowhere to be seen. As long as there are different policies that are set aside for different ethnicities, there will always be a sense of injustice to the lesser races. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The issue of Himpun and prostelysizing Muslims has gotten a way out of hand. Whether the crime is actually being committed, no one can say. The issue here is whether there is a need to respond with a rally. The rally feels like a show of power, so to speak. Riling up the people is only bound to create a sense of conflict between the religions and intensify the already strained relationship between Islam and Christianity. While its easy to outline the intentions of the rally, what happens on the actual day might be totally different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We need not look any further than the events that ocurred on July 9. It was intended to be a peaceful march as agreed by both parties. Yet, there are reports of cops being violent towards the marchers, and tear gas being fired into the Tung Shin Hospital compound. It might not be the intention of both parties as a whole, but these parties are made up of individuals, and these individuals have minds of their own. What they never realize is that while they may act on their own judgement, they act while wearing the colours of a party. Then the entire party is blamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who's to say that events at the Himpun rally won't descend into a hotbed of violence? We've seen religious scrimmages happen before, and they have not been pretty. Suffice to say, we really don't need anymore incidents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd be glad if the intentions of Himpun are truly to reinforce the faith of its practitioners, but one bad apple spoils the bunch. With such a sensitive issue, all that's needed is a spark, a small coming together, and it could light up like the 4th of July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-1402742410789675065?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1402742410789675065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=1402742410789675065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1402742410789675065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1402742410789675065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-going-to-happen.html' title='Never going to happen.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-2762643504857134704</id><published>2011-10-19T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T01:08:35.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocritical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The term hypocrisy is defined as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one's own behavior does not conform to. Thats exactly what the Malaysian government is to me right now. Hypocritical of its own policies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The government has been flaunting the 1Malaysia concept all over the place with endless ads in print, radio and television. In fact, long before 1Malaysia, it has always preached unity among the ethnicities that include Malays, Chinese, Indians, as well as the other less well known ethnicities in the country. Many policies have been started with 1Malaysia in its name, like the 1Malaysia Grocery Store, 1Malaysia clinics, and even, assigning every citizen a 1Malaysia email. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;They're all fantastic initiatives on the part of the government, trying to relieve burden on Malaysians in terms of healthcare and spending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;But the real issue I have, is that its called 1Malaysia. The name suggests that the programme is to focus on uniting Malaysia as a whole. Right now, its anything but united. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Im not saying that the initiatives that have been started are not useful. But they do go under a separate name, shouldn't they? I doubt grocery stores and clinics are tools in bringing a sense of unity to this country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;So, back to the issue of hipocrisy. The reason I've associated the government with this term is because, while they are preaching unity, there are still political parties that allocate membership based on ethnicity. Umno for the Malays, MCA for the Chinese, and MIC for the Indians. Yes, they might operate under the mast of Barisan Nasional, but the fact is that, there is inter-party separation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Why aren't the Chinese allowed to join Umno? Why aren't the Indians allowed to join MCA? As a political party, shouldn't they be invested in the importance of the people regardless of ethnicity? If so, then what is the point of having three separate bodies in a party if they share the same ideology?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;If I remember history correctly, and its a BIG "if", Umno party members were reluctant to allow other ethnicities to enter Umno. That was a long time ago. We're now in the 21st century. We have phones that can understand what we say, not just recognize it. If the human mind can produce such technological marvels, surely it should be able to comprehend the fact that any form of separation will drive a wedge between these ethnicities. As much as they try to convince themselves that being a coalition will work, it won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;So I hope that something will be done, preferably in my generation. I have made many great friends across the ethnic board, and I don't see any restrictions as to why we cannot all come together as one nation, instead of being a nation with many cliques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-2762643504857134704?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2762643504857134704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=2762643504857134704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2762643504857134704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2762643504857134704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/10/hypocritical.html' title='Hypocritical.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-3178697519073830716</id><published>2011-09-18T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T09:53:53.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a weekend of football this has been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, the highlight of the week, was Manchester United winning against Chelsea 3-1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, the icing on the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arsenal losing 4-3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liverpool getting hammered as well 4-0.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there a heaven? This looks like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-3178697519073830716?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3178697519073830716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=3178697519073830716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3178697519073830716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3178697519073830716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-1455847896022371359</id><published>2011-09-17T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T08:35:19.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of An Exodus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those times we've spoken about leaving this country. All those times we've spoken about what adventures lie ahead in countries foreign to us. Its finally on the horizon. For some, its better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Lai's the first to leave among our little group. He's gone to University of Sheffield, doing Chemical Engineering for the next 4 years. Its a little surprising that he's the first to go, he's always been the shy one among our group. But this will do him a world of good, being in a foreign country with no close friends, out of the proverbial comfort zone. Maybe he'll come back, outspoken, loud, and maybe even with a British accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels weird when one of your friends leaves. Its the same when Luther and Soon Yi left for India and China respectively. As if they weren't populous enough already. At the airport, it feels like a happy occasion. He's smiling, you're smiling. All the laughter, the jokes, the prodding and nudging. Then the walk to the departure gate. The slow footsteps. The caring questions. The quick responses. Then it sets in. As he steps pass the gate, you're not allowed to go in. You only watch as he walks in. You try your best to hold back the tears, he does too. He fakes a smile, you yell his name. But you haven't realised that he's leaving for 4 years. Up the escalators, and into the sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't really set in, till the next time you want to meet up. He's gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fact that he'll be back in a couple of years never does much other than remind you, he's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But all in all, its a great thing to have the opportunity to study overseas. Many crave it, few often obtain it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's wishing Lai a safe trip, have a great 3 years there, make plenty of friends ( or poker kaki's as Choo prefers) and come back soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-1455847896022371359?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1455847896022371359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=1455847896022371359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1455847896022371359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1455847896022371359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/09/beginning-of-exodus.html' title='The Beginning of An Exodus'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-3599080159068891359</id><published>2011-09-13T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:46:49.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving, or left behind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im at a crossroad. The decisions I make now will decide the path my life takes in the future. Such grave responsibility to place on young shoulders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny how life works. That we have to make up our minds about the rest of our lives at a time where we know so little about the world. How the world works, how it might affect us, so much that we dont know, but yet, it is at this time that we choose our future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im obviously flustered about university. As if it wasn't hard enough choosing a course to enroll, now I have to pick the correct university as well. There can be no mistake, considering the money involved in this. So I put it out to you, I'd love to have more opinions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Situation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monash is located in Melbourne. Melbourne has a high living cost. Queensland would be cheaper. Queensland also is more fun, according to a reliable source. I would like fun, but fun would mean being sidetracked alot. I get sidetracked and distracted alot. I don't want to. I want to be top of my class and graduate with first class honours. Fun would decrease that possibility. But it would be cheaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monash has also offered me a scholarship. $6000 AUD a year is no small amount. I would gladly take it, but money can't be the only factor in my choice of university, can it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I'd love to hear from everyone. Please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-3599080159068891359?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3599080159068891359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=3599080159068891359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3599080159068891359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3599080159068891359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/09/leaving-or-left-behind.html' title='Leaving, or left behind?'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-1154128299755207798</id><published>2011-09-12T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:56:23.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novak wins US Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FFpN2wYwHM/Tm6pXJqj75I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OH0y7koxqvs/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FFpN2wYwHM/Tm6pXJqj75I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OH0y7koxqvs/s320/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651640797593071506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What an amazing year of tennis its been. The fall of Roger Federer, and now the rise of Novak Djokovic. And my word, what a rise it has been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Novak's 2011 record : 64-2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats right, he has won 64 matches. That is superhuman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The final was a very peculiar game of tennis. In both the first and second sets, Rafael Nadal held his serve and broke Djokovic in the first two games. but yet, in the first game, Djokovic comes back to win the next six games. That induced a mental block in Rafael Nadal's game, especially with his serve. At this point, he was serving at 90-100 mph, where as Djokovic blasted his serves at 115-120 mph. Sensing a weakness, Djokovic preyed on Nadal's first serve, constantly stepping in and returning with interest. Rafa was stumped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second set was almost a mirror of the first set as well. Nadal broke Djokovic's serve as well as held his own, yet back came Djokovic, to level the set at 2-2. From then on, it was all Djokovic. Serve after serve, he pummeled Nadal, giving the Spaniard no chance. Even though Nadal would go on to win two more games, Djokovic never lost control of the set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then came the twist in the story. After the disembowelment of the first two sets, one might have been forgiven for thinking that the third was a forgone conclusion. But this is where Nadal is a champion, in more than one sense of the word. Mentally he was shot. Destroyed. Yet he never gave up, constantly plugging away at Djokovic. They broke each other, both playing tennis of the hightest quality. At 5-5, Nadal was broken, and it seemed like it was going to be an early night. All credit to Nadal, he broke back to level the set again at 6-6 and then in the tiebreak, raced to a 5-1 lead. Djokovic threatened to come back, but Nadal put out the fire quickly, winning the tiebreak 7-3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, the third set had taken alot out of Nadal. Out of both players, in fact. Djokovic had the trainer work on his lower back, and the crowd began to savour the prospect of another five set classic. However, Nadal was quickly broken again in the first and third game, coupled with the fact that Djokovic held serve, the inevitable was near. Djokovic broke Nadal to go 5-1 up, and the rest is history. The final game was an unfitting conclusion to a great final, with both players visibly labouring around the court. But as has been the case this entire season, Djokovic's famed gluten-free diet paid off, as he was the fitter of the two. Nadal was spent, not showing the determination and doggedness that is synonymous with his name, giving up on countless returns by the Serb. In the end, with one great swipe, Novak Djokovic became the 2011 US Open champion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next season would certainly be an interesting one. Will Roger Federer be able to compete with the younger maestros? Will Rafael Nadal ever be able to rise above Djokovic as he so routinely did back in 2010? Or will Djokovic go on to have another amazing season, maybe replicate the Invincibles that WAS Arsenal. Or will Andy Murray finally take that next step, becoming more than the "best of the rest" man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-1154128299755207798?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1154128299755207798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=1154128299755207798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1154128299755207798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1154128299755207798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/09/novak-wins-us-open.html' title='Novak wins US Open'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FFpN2wYwHM/Tm6pXJqj75I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OH0y7koxqvs/s72-c/Unknown.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-6147750914700396789</id><published>2011-07-08T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:56:38.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two sides to every story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As everyone knows, the Bersih rally is on the 9th of July. And surely by now, everyone knows what the issue at hand is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone's got an opinion, and this is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe, both sides are at fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(how typically me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets start off with the government. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words can only go so far as to state one's intention, but actions go further, infinitely. They say that this rally is allowed so long as it is peaceful and does not cause public unrest. Yet, their actions simply show that they are unwilling to give them a chance. Yes, it is better to evade than to cure. However, as the government, do they not have and control the means to a peaceful rally? If due concern had been given to these complaints when they were just political embers, would they be facing a wildfire right now? Same goes with the denial of a stadium. Bersih applied for a permit to hold this rally in Stadium Merdeka, so they have gone through the proper channels. And as expected, they have been denied. The official reason? "Internal sporting event". Seriously? I honestly wouldnt be surprised if they created an event that just so happened to fall on this date, and just so happened to be at Stadium Merdeka, where, COINCIDENTALLY the Bersih rally was to be held. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Democracy is a practice, labelling oneself democratic, really has got to be backed up by actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There really is nothing much about Bersih's demands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;ul style="line-height: 1.5em; list-style-type: square; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-image: url(data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAAAUAAAANCAYAAABhPKSIAAAAGXRFWHRTb2Z0d2FyZQBBZG9iZSBJbWFnZVJlYWR5ccllPAAAACtJREFUeF7NjbEJAAAIw7zRu/w5ouBUBEeHDM2QGiA8kObBULuFcJbSXN8T78SqnpKltAIAAAAASUVORK5CYII=); "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;The use of permanent ink to ensure that voters may only vote once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;A clean out of the electoral rolls to remove entries that are no longer valid such as deceased people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;The abolition of postal votes on the basis that they are easily abused.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Perhaps most importantly, &lt;i&gt;Bersih&lt;/i&gt; demands that all candidates and political parties have equal access to print and broadcast media.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;How hard can it be to practice that? In fact, why hasnt it been practiced since the beginning? Elections are meant to be fair, are they not? What problems can there be in implementing these steps to ensure that a fair election is carried out? Cost? Please. There is a 100-storey mega tower being built for 5 billion, yes BILLION. If they took out 2 floors, they'd probably have enough to fund these changes already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With these changes in place, wouldnt a victory be even sweeter? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they lost, then so be it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Democracy, remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, a really interesting video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K0ND7EadIIg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah well, you decide if that was necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And on a related note, THAT WAS OUR FUCKING INFO MINISTER?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COULD WE NOT HIRE SOMEONE WHO CAN ACTUALLY SPEAK PROPER ENGLISH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is not discrimination, this is malaysia projecting a bad image. I am ashamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AKU TAU KAU MARAH, TAPI PROFESSIONAL LA SKIT BANG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, enough government-bashing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The people at Bersih arent exactly too pristine as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, laws are to be abided by, regardless of which government is in power. And the law states that, unless you are registered as a society with the Registrar Of Societies, you officially are not a society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bersih is not registered. Hence, whatever gatherings that they organize, technically is illegal. Does this not make it easy for the government to label them illegal? Yes. And this has to be a fault on the hands of the people at Bersih. If you claim to be peaceful, there is no reason to not abide by the rules. This just plays into the hands of the government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bersih is also backed by, SURPRISE SURPRISE, Pakatan Rakyat. This is, honestly, the biggest problem that stands out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IF Bersih was an impartial, independant committee, it would have so much more conviction. It would be much more believable as a reforming agent, but as it is backed by Pakatan, one cant help but wonder if it is just a facade that Pakatan is using to pressure the government. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We need to consider as well, the people who make up the numbers. There are those who are genuinely concerned with Bersih's cause, and there are those who are there to make a scene and create mayhem. And the worst part of it is, they do it in the name of Bersih. Bersih might be peaceful, but its members may not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We need not look far for an example, i.e. our former information minister (refer to video above). A simple interview that should have been conducted in a professional manner turned into a venting session, which really is a shame. That is what he has portrayed to the millions that watch Al-Jazeera. He claims they are portraying Malaysia as Myanmar. I say, he is portraying Malaysia as immature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, what Im trying to say is, it only takes one to start a riot. And there will certainly be a few "one"s on Saturday. And when that happens, the government is forced to react. Can we really blame them then? The means of dispersing a riot is not the issue, tear gas and water cannons are used all over the world, most recently in Egypt, Libya, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are two sides to every story. In politics, there are massive grey areas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, this is just an opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-6147750914700396789?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6147750914700396789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=6147750914700396789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6147750914700396789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6147750914700396789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-sides-to-every-story.html' title='Two sides to every story'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K0ND7EadIIg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-2516601322395243875</id><published>2010-01-20T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:34:24.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;College has finally started. Last Monday was orientation. Which we duly skipped. Cause we're "cool" like that :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead we went to a mamak stall in BA. And then Cue Ball in Ampang Point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Classes started on Wednesday. I have to say that I didnt really like it at first, cause everyone always stuck to themselves and it felt so quiet in the classes. Made it boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But after a week or so, its really beginning to get better. Mike, some funny chinese kid, is a loudmouth who really helps liven the class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hardesh, Farhan and I recently discovered the computer lab, which is absolutely FREE, or paid for in our fees, and now, I think we'll be on the computer a lot more. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The quirkiest thing, Amelia hangs out with us now. Yeah, THAT AMELIA. She's common sense to our stupidity. Which is necessary cause we dont wanna degenerate too quickly ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Untill next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-2516601322395243875?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2516601322395243875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=2516601322395243875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2516601322395243875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2516601322395243875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-1784527943658287936</id><published>2010-01-06T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:44:17.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/S0S9rtfyTSI/AAAAAAAAADc/WAt1vtETZzU/s1600-h/0000050380_20080724094445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423668409905859874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/S0S9rtfyTSI/AAAAAAAAADc/WAt1vtETZzU/s320/0000050380_20080724094445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the black dude's Joshua btw. Who's damn good as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHELSIE AND MARK WERE ELIMINATED OFF SYTYCD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Im just pissed that Chelsie is off. She's fantastic. And hot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-1784527943658287936?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1784527943658287936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=1784527943658287936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1784527943658287936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1784527943658287936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2010/01/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/S0S9rtfyTSI/AAAAAAAAADc/WAt1vtETZzU/s72-c/0000050380_20080724094445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-8788293503729950325</id><published>2009-12-28T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:16:03.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For once, I had fun during Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Leon's house. In freaking SHAH ALAM. Last time I ever drive down there. Though we made so many wrong turns that I think I know the whole place already. It was me, Hardesh and Douglas on a roadtrip. It was pretty fun riding with these two. Hardesh was our navigator. Lucky I stopped to pee. Otherwise we would have ended up in some weird kampung. After like 2 hours of searching we found Leon's house. And if it wasnt for Douglas and his "never give up attitude" we wouldve found it waaaaaaaaaaay sooner. DUMBASS. We passed by his house twice! But because GENIUS here didnt allow us to call Leon, we spent half an hour going round the taman, not realising that his house was right there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate at his house. This is the first time Ive seen parents allow us to drink. Heck, t was in the punch. Thanks Leon. Then we went out to SACC after waiting for Jon, Yusoff, Aliff and Johan. Thats was time wasting, since they had to go home early. Bowled at SACC Megalanes. We got our asses kicked by a girl man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then lepaked at her house. Damn pool table had like mountain terrain man. Lepaked in the playroom. We started rambling and stuff. Leon (another GENIUS) decides to prank call Abigail. but she could tell. Im one and only, dude. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched TV at 4 and fell asleep. We were supposed to sleep, but Hardesh, Leon and I started talking and we end up sleeping at 7. And woke up at 8. ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got lost trying to send Leon home again, but in the end, Hardesh and I got home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ROAD TRIP WAS FUN DUDES. LETS DO IT AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-8788293503729950325?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8788293503729950325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=8788293503729950325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8788293503729950325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8788293503729950325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-3011067643811193530</id><published>2009-12-25T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:14:47.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea what Im still up for. I think I have insomnia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to India in case you guys didnt know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three things that are essential of India:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 GREAT FOOD. Symren should know. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Traffic is a fuck there. They will shove their vehicles into every micromolecule of space there is. But surprisingly, I did not witness a single accident. Maybe theyre that good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 There's shit on the floor. Literally. Id show you disturbing visual images, but I think you would want your dinner to stay in you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SzUL-CMHcII/AAAAAAAAADE/I708YkqU9A4/s1600-h/IMG_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419250886977745026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SzUL-CMHcII/AAAAAAAAADE/I708YkqU9A4/s320/IMG_0194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tv. Essential.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SzUNE8NmwLI/AAAAAAAAADM/FHGJEiXtVWc/s1600-h/IMG_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419252105144090802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SzUNE8NmwLI/AAAAAAAAADM/FHGJEiXtVWc/s320/IMG_0247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;adidas in india. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419253044326702706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SzUN7m8MHnI/AAAAAAAAADU/SPPxGczEEq4/s320/IMG_0397.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lighthouse. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-3011067643811193530?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3011067643811193530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=3011067643811193530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3011067643811193530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3011067643811193530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/12/3am.html' title='3am'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SzUL-CMHcII/AAAAAAAAADE/I708YkqU9A4/s72-c/IMG_0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7132652495231616421</id><published>2009-12-10T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:15:26.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post SPM</title><content type='html'>^^&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well as for most of us, SPM's over.  Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I planned to do, I dont remember. Thats really awesome. I should make a new list then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a drum set.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn the drums.&lt;br /&gt;3. Play lots of basketball.&lt;br /&gt;4. Clean my room. Though however unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;5. Fix my PS2&lt;br /&gt;6. Get a PS3. Depending on number 5.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pick a college.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pick a course to study.&lt;br /&gt;9. Party&lt;br /&gt;10. Not hit anymore cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of which 2 are likely to be done. ==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7132652495231616421?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7132652495231616421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7132652495231616421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7132652495231616421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7132652495231616421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-spm.html' title='Post SPM'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4304186226545048697</id><published>2009-10-11T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:42:33.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come. Almost.</title><content type='html'>Just sitting around thinking just exactly how near SPM is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 38 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 912 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 54720 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3283200 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to put it into perspective. Mine, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my trials, I guess im not in that bad shape. Just need a little, (who am I kidding)&lt;br /&gt;A LOT of work on my history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY. How DOES one study for it.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4304186226545048697?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4304186226545048697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4304186226545048697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4304186226545048697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4304186226545048697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-has-come-almost.html' title='The Time Has Come. Almost.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7795351411641629793</id><published>2009-10-08T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:44:38.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So EFFING ADDICTIVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/Ss4Wf1NGzwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KM3CuHaZzJk/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390270540122869506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/Ss4Wf1NGzwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KM3CuHaZzJk/s320/Picture1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THIS GAME IS SO FUCKIN ADDICTIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT WHY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DID THIS APPEAR A MONTH BEFORE SPM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7795351411641629793?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7795351411641629793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7795351411641629793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7795351411641629793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7795351411641629793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-effing-addictive.html' title='So EFFING ADDICTIVE.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/Ss4Wf1NGzwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KM3CuHaZzJk/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-492744430463969958</id><published>2009-09-24T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:48:12.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I agree. ^^</title><content type='html'>Why Men Are Happier Than Women&lt;br /&gt;1. We keep our last name.&lt;br /&gt;2. The garage is all ours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wedding plans take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate is just another snack.&lt;br /&gt;5. We can be president.&lt;br /&gt;6. We can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.&lt;br /&gt;7. Car mechanics tell us the truth.&lt;br /&gt;8. The world is our urinal.&lt;br /&gt;9. We never have to drive to another gas station because this one's just too icky.&lt;br /&gt;10. Same work, more pay.&lt;br /&gt;11. Wrinkles add character.&lt;br /&gt;12. Wedding dress - $5000; tux rental - $100.&lt;br /&gt;13. People never stare at our chest when we're talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;14. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.&lt;br /&gt;15. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle our feet.&lt;br /&gt;16. One mood, ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;17. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;18. We know stuff about tanks.&lt;br /&gt;19. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;20. We can open all our own jars.&lt;br /&gt;21. We get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;22. If someone forgets to invite us, he or she can still be our friend.&lt;br /&gt;23. Our underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.&lt;br /&gt;24. Everything on our face stays its original color.&lt;br /&gt;25. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;26. We don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.&lt;br /&gt;27. We almost never have strap problems in public.&lt;br /&gt;28. We are unable to see wrinkles in our clothes.&lt;br /&gt;29. The same hair style lasts for years, maybe decades.&lt;br /&gt;30. We don't have to shave below our neck.&lt;br /&gt;31. Our belly usually hides our big hips.&lt;br /&gt;32. One wallet and one pair of shoes, one color, all seasons.&lt;br /&gt;33. We can "do" our nails with a pocket-knife.&lt;br /&gt;34. We have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.&lt;br /&gt;35. We can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives, on December 24, in 45 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-492744430463969958?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/492744430463969958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=492744430463969958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/492744430463969958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/492744430463969958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-agree.html' title='I agree. ^^'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-1631554174535283157</id><published>2009-09-21T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:30:03.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night delirium.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/Sre3imH-TNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmaSLYr9VFc/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383973684522142930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/Sre3imH-TNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmaSLYr9VFc/s320/Picture1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hardesh and his antics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-1631554174535283157?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1631554174535283157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=1631554174535283157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1631554174535283157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1631554174535283157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/09/late-night-delirium.html' title='Late night delirium.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/Sre3imH-TNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmaSLYr9VFc/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7293760421033385541</id><published>2009-09-18T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:53:53.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Maths.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SrRVWDxYe0I/AAAAAAAAACs/KlYz00y7pxc/s1600-h/funny-math-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383021292072500034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SrRVWDxYe0I/AAAAAAAAACs/KlYz00y7pxc/s320/funny-math-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Somehow this works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383021094672918546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SrRVKkZp6BI/AAAAAAAAACc/_cQC7ByGdx8/s320/funny-math-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weeeeelll, they DID say "expand".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383021178166197442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SrRVPbcAPMI/AAAAAAAAACk/cpUTe13YbJE/s320/funny-math-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, scientific proof that women are evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7293760421033385541?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7293760421033385541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7293760421033385541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7293760421033385541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7293760421033385541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-maths.html' title='Funny Maths.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SrRVWDxYe0I/AAAAAAAAACs/KlYz00y7pxc/s72-c/funny-math-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-6119240688078930960</id><published>2009-09-16T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:43:35.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hOLIDAYS</title><content type='html'>Holidays are here again. This time its Raya. Its sad that Raya has to come now for the Malay from 5's with SPM looming and all. PMR even worse. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently Taylor Swift got upstaged by Kanye West. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say good. Its not like Taylor's video was good anyway. Im surprised it actually won something. Who the heck selects these winners anyway? It seems like everyone in the world is hating Kanye for what he did. Admittedly, maybe he could have spoken out after the show and not upstage her like that, but what he said was true wasnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels Kanye was mean. I say fuck that. Just because its Taylor Swift. Poor 17 year old white girl, BOO HOO. The truth is the truth. Her video just wasnt as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I dont hate Taylor, but she didnt deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-6119240688078930960?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6119240688078930960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=6119240688078930960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6119240688078930960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6119240688078930960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/09/holidays.html' title='hOLIDAYS'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-1824485545833231571</id><published>2009-09-12T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T04:32:57.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies. Pre-U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dudes, Im sure im not the only one who has been fretting about further studies. So in an effort to reduce confusion, I found a site that might help make up minds in further education. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.malaysia-students.com/2007/12/popular-pre-university-programmes-in.html"&gt;http://www.malaysia-students.com/2007/12/popular-pre-university-programmes-in.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-1824485545833231571?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1824485545833231571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=1824485545833231571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1824485545833231571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1824485545833231571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/09/studies-pre-u.html' title='Studies. Pre-U'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4952576957806908272</id><published>2009-09-11T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:52:55.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just cleaning up the old blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4952576957806908272?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4952576957806908272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4952576957806908272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4952576957806908272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4952576957806908272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-cleaning-up-old-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-3317878744287853595</id><published>2009-09-08T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:38:28.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well. Trials have been, I wouldnt say easy, but it doesnt feel like the end of my academic world. Which is a good sign considering the bad marks Ive been getting lately. PAPER 3's which arent that tough but tough enough to motivate me to hit the books. Chemistry is a breeze. =) Although I just know Im going to fuck my Physics up. Oh well, never been my favourite anyway. If only I could go back in time and introduce video games to Isaac Newton, my life would be sooo much easier right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realised I never blog about the birthday parties that made up my holiday. (Dont laugh, exam period.) So Adeline's birthday was up first. Pretty fun. Picked up Kyren at 7.30 eveb though the party was at 7. Yeah well, WE ARE MALAYSIANS. Not the best timekeepers. We get there after numerous calls trying to find her place. And there's food and the usual. Michelle, her sister, who happens to be in the same year as my sister, was there as the BBQ MASTER(I dont know what to say.) Then the usual, cake, Sherlie running around like a chicken that lost its head, not to say she had one, Fabi and co in an ass smacking marathon( I would have joined) and pictures. We had family portraits and all. Im the father who has a black son, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the father with a white daughter. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The there was Jayshree's birthday. Had a little trouble looking for her place. I turned round and round and turns out, her house was at the first turning. == So I get there at 7.30? Yeah well, once again, MALAYSIAN. I saw Jayshreee's mum and thought that was her, till I saw the actual JAYSHREE. I almost went up to her mum and said happy birthday. == Flying solo this time. Kyren couldnt come. So basically lepaked, went to the playground, bla bla bla. And I was playing around with this chocolate that had liquor in it. So when Jayshree's dad asked, I said it had liquor. Ooops. Lets just say, her dad isant as liberal as mine. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-3317878744287853595?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3317878744287853595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=3317878744287853595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3317878744287853595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3317878744287853595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-1214289710097159847</id><published>2009-08-30T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:36:39.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not bad for Malaysians.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malaysians are a creative bunch. I have to admit, music wise, our talent pool is growing. Although Yasmin Ahmad passed away recently, her ads and movies were like no other. And now, a new wave of artists will take the responsibility of developing Malaysia as a creative force, as proven by the winning videos of the Corntoz challenge thingamajiggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corntoz.com.my/"&gt;http://www.corntoz.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-1214289710097159847?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1214289710097159847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=1214289710097159847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1214289710097159847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1214289710097159847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-bad-for-malaysians.html' title='Not bad for Malaysians.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-8308048365339406823</id><published>2009-08-30T08:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:03:50.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is pretty cool. PLAY IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wyvN0LzXxrI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wyvN0LzXxrI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-8308048365339406823?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8308048365339406823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=8308048365339406823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8308048365339406823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8308048365339406823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-pretty-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4080494008055688026</id><published>2009-08-29T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T03:51:52.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I JUST had to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. I was bloghopping and I came across a particular picture which I thought had to be shared with the world. Hence, I put it up here, as I thought one blog isnt enough to spread the "loooooove" portrayed in this photo. Enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375336507673521618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SpkIEvARrdI/AAAAAAAAACU/aDJAnB2u9r4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA. SORRY CHRISTINE. I JUST HAD TO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4080494008055688026?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4080494008055688026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4080494008055688026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4080494008055688026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4080494008055688026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-had-to.html' title='I JUST had to.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SpkIEvARrdI/AAAAAAAAACU/aDJAnB2u9r4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-6647596234589330006</id><published>2009-08-28T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:13:54.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This movie is super duper awesome. The plot is a tad predictable but anyways, its about guns and killing and snipers so whats not to like? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know its old, but if its good, its good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-6647596234589330006?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6647596234589330006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=6647596234589330006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6647596234589330006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6647596234589330006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/shooter.html' title='Shooter'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7305008857137731544</id><published>2009-08-23T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:31:37.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X Factor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello kiddies. :) Just a few awesome auditions from the UK talent show, The X Factor. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I cant show you the vid here. But click the links.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2C2ALlxnAlw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2C2ALlxnAlw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rv6xnt_i-A8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rv6xnt_i-A8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uz0GOlLoeBQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uz0GOlLoeBQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7305008857137731544?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7305008857137731544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7305008857137731544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7305008857137731544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7305008857137731544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/x-factor.html' title='X Factor.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-5534266624345084199</id><published>2009-08-23T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T03:51:52.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome music by Jet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVA799gKNzo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVA799gKNzo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-5534266624345084199?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5534266624345084199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=5534266624345084199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5534266624345084199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5534266624345084199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome-music-by-jet.html' title='Awesome music by Jet.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-3868854729818088361</id><published>2009-08-21T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:08:52.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Despite all the stick she got for pole danccing and all, I'd say this is a pretty solid performance. Her vocals are good, better than some live acts Ive heard. Im not one to point fingers but..... (Fergieee) haha. See for yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uIoIwqNItCE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uIoIwqNItCE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-3868854729818088361?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3868854729818088361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=3868854729818088361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3868854729818088361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3868854729818088361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/despite-all-stick-she-got-for-pole.html' title=''/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-5676953512404300304</id><published>2009-08-21T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:23:01.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usain Bolt is superhuman. In fact, he's not human at all. He's just super. Cut .11 of a second off the world record in the 100m and now this!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-z3UEL2xCO8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-z3UEL2xCO8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-5676953512404300304?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5676953512404300304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=5676953512404300304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5676953512404300304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5676953512404300304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/speed.html' title='Speed.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-346934506689005587</id><published>2009-08-15T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:39:10.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dick.</title><content type='html'>His name is Elya. And he's too full of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE THAT GOOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THINK AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im sorry Mum. I know you're head over heels for him, and I cant say anything about that. But when he cari pasal with Felix, I think he's just being a spoilt brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-346934506689005587?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/346934506689005587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=346934506689005587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/346934506689005587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/346934506689005587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/son-of-dick.html' title='Dick.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-222196922613979637</id><published>2009-08-15T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:31:48.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist ah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I just came back from the dentist's office. And when I get in, she tells me I havent been to the dentist's for 3years!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha. But after she's done, she says my teeth are SURPRISINGLY fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wazzat supposed to mean ah!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Im gald there arent any holes to fill cause I had horrible teeth when i was young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not gonna gross you guys out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-222196922613979637?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/222196922613979637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=222196922613979637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/222196922613979637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/222196922613979637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/dentist-ah.html' title='Dentist ah.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-8851254979156962462</id><published>2009-08-08T03:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T03:28:08.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/Sn1TFKn-x8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Sa5WQD7imFA/s1600-h/Synchiropus_splendidus_2_Luc_Viatour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367537679111997378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/Sn1TFKn-x8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Sa5WQD7imFA/s320/Synchiropus_splendidus_2_Luc_Viatour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its called a Mandarin fish apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-8851254979156962462?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8851254979156962462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=8851254979156962462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8851254979156962462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8851254979156962462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-called-mandarin-fish-apparently.html' title=''/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/Sn1TFKn-x8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Sa5WQD7imFA/s72-c/Synchiropus_splendidus_2_Luc_Viatour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4791570668387216560</id><published>2009-08-06T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:48:06.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah baby. Got my license. Finally. but there were signs from God all the way. Ask me about it cause im too lazy to type it out here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4791570668387216560?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4791570668387216560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4791570668387216560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4791570668387216560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4791570668387216560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/drive.html' title='Drive!!'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-6932115915281278452</id><published>2009-08-06T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:07:20.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV World Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So apparently MTV World Stage is coming to Malaysia. Its a joke if you ask me. Bring someone credible down! All American Rejects?!?! Fucking rednecks. Boys Like Girls?! Ptuuiii. There you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-6932115915281278452?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6932115915281278452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=6932115915281278452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6932115915281278452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6932115915281278452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/mtv-world-stage.html' title='MTV World Stage'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7778535131082385129</id><published>2009-08-06T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:05:38.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Conversing</title><content type='html'>Ive had this conversation with myself like about a thousand and one times, and yet still no clear winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I think I will go to that charity concert theyre having at KKlub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: But trials are the very next monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: But so many people I know are performing! Kyren, Fabi, maybe more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: But TRIALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: But its only 15 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: TRIALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam : But its for charity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: TRIALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: But!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: TRIALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Music! Friends! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal breaker. Ya'll know where Ill be come saturday. Unless hell freezes over and Im allowed to go. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7778535131082385129?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7778535131082385129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7778535131082385129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7778535131082385129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7778535131082385129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/self-conversing.html' title='Self Conversing'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-6646590864695360499</id><published>2009-07-28T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:46:05.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SnGV7DwCfqI/AAAAAAAAABI/b85CxRCD3go/s1600-h/Octavio-11464-Funny-images-music-Entertainment-ppt-powerpoint-118_88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364233473026588322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SnGV7DwCfqI/AAAAAAAAABI/b85CxRCD3go/s320/Octavio-11464-Funny-images-music-Entertainment-ppt-powerpoint-118_88.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile since I had the mood to blog. It sucks seeing my blog like deadwood so i shall now blog. HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Man United recently came down to this part of the world. =) Great to watch them live. It felt pretty weird watching them on tele every week then seeing them live in the flesh. But one thing doesnt change. Tele or not, the foot ball is awesome. Viva la MU baby! So we got there at like 12+ even thought the game was at 5. Who said Malaysians werent punctual. By the time we got there, the crowd was already building. By 4++ they allow us in. Seeing the security guards make me laugh. these are the people who are entrusted with our security?? Yeah, im sure those beer bellies and bald heads are going to scare off criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get in and wait and wait and wait till 5 when the players start coming out. Then a few players come running out of the tunnel and the crowd starts to cheer. but then we find out that those were the Malaysian players and the crowd just dies down. Semangat malaysia, right? Tuh. Then FINALLY, the ManU players come out to warm up. Every kick was greeted with cheers. So cool watching them live. They were playing one touch football and the passing is so awesome. MU mah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the game finally starts. But Im not going to tell you the whole game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final score:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man United 3-2 Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So overall it was a good game. After that, we make our exit and speed all the way to Mandarin Oriental. We got glimpses of them but they didnt allow the players to come near us. One person beside me yelled "nice shoes Patrick!" to Evra. Im like What?? Thats all you have to say!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we run around Pavi (at 9pm) trying to find dinner. First we went to Nando's cause we had vouchers and all but they said they werent taking orders anymore so Hardesh became really dissappointed. 5 bucks off hos Nando's meal would have really made his day you know? Right. Then we go to Shakey's and we order and all. Then my dad starts to call and all so I know its trouble. We want to take away the pizza but the waiter took so long that we actually finished it there. Pretty fast we were. I reach home at 10 but my parents arent home so I had to climb into my own home. Yeah. Weird end to a awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING FROWARD TO THE START OF THE EPL SEASON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLORY GLORY MAN UTD. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-6646590864695360499?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6646590864695360499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=6646590864695360499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6646590864695360499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6646590864695360499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SnGV7DwCfqI/AAAAAAAAABI/b85CxRCD3go/s72-c/Octavio-11464-Funny-images-music-Entertainment-ppt-powerpoint-118_88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-91396479531135175</id><published>2009-07-09T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:02:28.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>Just one more step. Towards the destroying of my self confidence, or your car. Laugh if you have humour. Then tell me you laughed. For which I will believe you. Not quite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-91396479531135175?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/91396479531135175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=91396479531135175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/91396479531135175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/91396479531135175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/07/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-2922521170140634387</id><published>2009-06-09T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:46:36.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Of Yours, Mine and Our Lives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm undefined &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just beginning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-2922521170140634387?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2922521170140634387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=2922521170140634387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2922521170140634387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2922521170140634387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-unwritten-cant-read-my-mind-im.html' title='Story Of Yours, Mine and Our Lives.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4258187701773845794</id><published>2009-06-04T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:24:32.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bak kut teh</title><content type='html'>Adeline= bak kut teh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. thats for pestering me about my blog. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline = Maggi and cheese. =.=" CHEESE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4258187701773845794?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4258187701773845794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4258187701773845794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4258187701773845794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4258187701773845794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/06/bak-kut-teh.html' title='bak kut teh'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-1997974089343146084</id><published>2009-06-02T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T05:36:41.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>No Im not sorry for anything Ive done.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I feel sorry that "its" birthday had to have such a sombre mood.&lt;br /&gt;Still we enjoyed ourselves not because it was "its" birthday" but because we're friends and we enjoyed each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I named it "it" for anonimity, not because of gender issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-1997974089343146084?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1997974089343146084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=1997974089343146084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1997974089343146084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1997974089343146084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-5325820211969867317</id><published>2009-06-01T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:41:27.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS!</title><content type='html'>HOLIDAYS! WOOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-5325820211969867317?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5325820211969867317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=5325820211969867317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5325820211969867317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5325820211969867317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS!'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-1913565610232421011</id><published>2009-05-22T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:40:21.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Its been the midterms again. Ugh. I always hate exams. Who doesnt? But then again, how would we test ourselves? Nevermind the last minute cramming and the long hours, if we didnt have exams how the fugg do we measure our progress. Not to mention bragging rights. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been okay so far. 2 weeks down, one to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont really know what to write right now. Too many words poured out on my English paper today. I just realised ive been watching and reading too many stories about bitter sons bickering over their rich Dad's fortune. that was what my story was about. So now, im waiting to be emberassed. Oh well, part and parcel with creativity. :P konon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-1913565610232421011?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1913565610232421011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=1913565610232421011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1913565610232421011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1913565610232421011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_22.html' title='.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-9190692291626210698</id><published>2009-05-17T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:10:38.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuTjQLfU6Gk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuTjQLfU6Gk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-9190692291626210698?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9190692291626210698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=9190692291626210698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/9190692291626210698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/9190692291626210698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-5302091352811779427</id><published>2009-05-17T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:01:22.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuTjQLfU6Gk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuTjQLfU6Gk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-5302091352811779427?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5302091352811779427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=5302091352811779427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5302091352811779427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5302091352811779427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7344525374916887121</id><published>2009-05-14T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:21:07.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Danny.</title><content type='html'>Ala.&lt;br /&gt;Danny has been kicked out of American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he does an album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UygOaTwnxno&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UygOaTwnxno&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye-danny.html' title='Bye Danny.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-5270882932561832100</id><published>2009-05-01T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:36:16.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh.</title><content type='html'>So its been a hectic few weeks. Starting out with the camp and all. Camp was really fun. Though its too long to blog about. Nah, im just lazy. But yeah it was fun. Credit to everyone who made camp a success. E.g Lai, Fabi, Kenneth, the whole comittee (especially the cool ones) and even the participants for participating. Wouldve been a disaster if no one had gone. And thanks to the people at El Sanctuary for being friendly. Nawh actually. their son, Daniel was sorta unfriendly. But whatever. Then there was the hot daughter. We were so curious about their family. Tuh. Why the fuck do we sound like stalkers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the debate competition at IIUM. It was really fun as well. Stressful but fun. We have 6 rounds of debate before they decide to put you in the knockouts. We didnt make it, needless to say. But its the experience that was important. We won 3 out of those 6 rounds which isnt good enough to progress. RMC won like 6 out of 6 so I think you can imagine the standards set there. Balls of a JEW. Thats like the new thing among us. Every insult has a jew in it. Not being offensive. It just rolls of the tongue nicely. if you dont get it, dont go round calling people Jews. You'll fucking get bombed for this shit. And if I say anymore, the ISA are gonna arrest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabil was having the time of his life touching people's ears. I dont know if its a fetish or what, but he just likes doing it. He did it to a student from Tun Ghafar Baba and the felow turned around with question marks all over his head. Should've seen his face. We were the only team to have fun there. Going around disturbing others. Luckily they were good sports and just took it in lightly. Otherwise, we would be hearing from the Principal soon. then on the fourth or fifth night, we were playing with two huge doors at the entrance of the hall. We made videos and all. Fucking awesome. Laughed our asses off. nabil and Kyren's especially were gut-wrenching, red-facing, laughter. Fucking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too bad that Faris and Kyren had to fall sick. Fucking food there. First day and people started coming down with food poisoning. What the hell. luckily it was before the first debate so we got to complete all our debates anyway. half the poeple there came down with the runs. Eeeww. Too bad for the cleaning ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the winner was SMK Green Road from Sarawak. Yeah, I know. but they were quite good so credit to them. Hope to see more of them in the future. best speaker was Reza who is from MRSM Balik Pulau. yeah he's good. But I didnt think he was as good as that RMC guy. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. Im out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-5270882932561832100?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5270882932561832100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=5270882932561832100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5270882932561832100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/5270882932561832100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/05/eh.html' title='Eh.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4396870694806713841</id><published>2009-04-19T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:49:52.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp.</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh. Its good to be home after three days of screaming, shouting, cursing, eating, hardly any sleep and of course, fun. But im too lazy to blog about it now so check out some other person's blog. but, there's only one thing you need to know, that the camp was FUN. If you missed it, your loss, boys and girls. :P And if anyone has any videos for the performances, post it up on facebook please? I didnt get to watch! T.T thank youssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4396870694806713841?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4396870694806713841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4396870694806713841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4396870694806713841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4396870694806713841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/04/camp.html' title='Camp.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-943378853653856406</id><published>2009-04-03T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:08:42.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE UPDATE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exams recently finished. I guess it wasnt that bad. Cept fot physics. Fuck physics. Who needs to know how waves move. not like we fucking care. As long as we get Astro. Rest of the subjects were okay. Addmaths was fun. I didnt have any book to study the day before the test. So I only started studying before the test. Never been so worried. BUT we Chionese have the math gene in us. If there one thing we're fantastic at its MATH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;PERSADA's been going on really slow now. Dont know what's happening with the magazine. All I know is that Ive been collecting money and hopefully it will be enough to cover this year's expenses. So far we've collected quite alot. Just waiting on Photog and the main board people as well. Hehe. Yeah you people arent exempted. Sorry mates. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-943378853653856406?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/943378853653856406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=943378853653856406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/943378853653856406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/943378853653856406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-update.html' title='LIFE UPDATE.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-3190914512501848536</id><published>2009-03-22T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:28:07.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Whoa. Its been a few good days. Birthdayyy maaa. =)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it starts on fridayy. Kyren comes over for lunch. Says he wants to buy me cake cause I wont be seeing him on Sunburst. Sucks. but anyway, he got me a piece of cake. Oreo cheese ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bro. Its the thought that counts. that counts for alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, it was SUNBURST! me and Scott reached at like 1.30. Saw a few of his friends. I made friends with the fat dude. We hit it off prety well though I DONT know his name. =p way to make a friend. Then we go in and we watch the Aseana Percussion Unit. They're okay. Fun music. Walked around to check out the place. They were selling Tuborg beer all over but we had to be 18 to get in. No shit after all. Not like an of us drink. Then we see some band called THEY WILL KILL US ALL. Way to name a band. They're not half bad lah. Forgetable.. Then we check out 21st Night. They were good. Go check them out. Awesome trumpeter as well. =) Then we watched Hujan! They're really good. Though they didnt play Pagi Yang Gelap T.T But really high energy so it was a good performance. then Meet Uncle Hussain performed. They were good as well. But the singer could hardly be heard so that was a little dissappointing... then Estrella performed a few songs including STAY. GAWD. Liyana , their lead singer is really pretty. What she's oing with a couple of hippies(the band) I dont know. But she sings well also. After that we take a break, go makan makan, then met up with Amar and his cousin. Who is pretty cute. But not single. Jish. Then we check out The Otherside Orchestra. Ehhhh. Nothing great. Good. But un-GREAT. Then. moving on we went to the silent disco. This place was fun!^^ We put on earphones instead ofplaying dance music on speakers. So cool. DANCE DANCE DANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ESTRANGED started playing! OMG. So freaking awesome.... Their lead singer started singing rock songs and screaming! I didnt know he could scream!? Anyway it was quite awesome!!! Amar started a mosh pit and for his efforts, got a crooked nose. =P&lt;br /&gt;Then he sang ITU KAMU. Besssssssssst. One of their most popular songs. And the whole crowd started singing along and it was perfect! =) Then Dann wanted to pee or sumthing..... =.=" right when Nidji was about to play! But heck, she didnt wanna miss out so we went to see Nidji! In my opinion, the BEST act there.He started singing HEAVEN, HAPUS AKU, SUDAH, BIARLAH, LASKAR PELANGI AND DISCO LAZY TIME. OMGG. AWESOME SIAAAAAALLLL...  Everyone in the crowd singing alooong and jumping round. Best gilerr~~ Then we saw Butterfinger and Agrikulture. Some bands I dont really know but they're quite good. Especially Agrikulture. Their frontman was a psycho. Came out for the last song in his boxers. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN N.E.R.D performed. OMG. Started playing some unknown songs that we didnt really enjoy. Then we heard "sooner or later" which Im pretty familliar with. Then "Spaz" then Everubody Nose". Then the best part, he stopped one song and scolded a photographer for pushing and shoving. Hahhahahaha. Padan MUKE. LOL. Checkj it out on Youtube. The rest of the performance was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KORN time! Everybody was pushing and shoving for them. Ganas. Jon Davis just comes out and starts singing. Though I didnt know most of their songs, I just jumped along and sang the choruses. There this ass who took off his shirt beside me. Ugh. Looked like some hippie some more. =.="" So eventually I decide to head home since my parents were there already. Said bye to Scott and that was the end of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MANUNITED LOST ON MY BIRTHDAY?! FUGGERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-3190914512501848536?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3190914512501848536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=3190914512501848536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3190914512501848536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3190914512501848536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4459491908759622178</id><published>2009-03-21T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:11:34.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matahari Meletup.</title><content type='html'>Will tell bout it laterrrr. Right now I have to sleep! ^^&lt;br /&gt;The fact that manU lost isnt bothering me shows you how awesome SUNBURST was! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4459491908759622178?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4459491908759622178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4459491908759622178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4459491908759622178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4459491908759622178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/03/matahari-meletup.html' title='Matahari Meletup.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7068356055282348896</id><published>2009-03-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:56:20.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Buggs.&lt;br /&gt;Cant sleep now.. Dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;Been having weird dreams lately.....&lt;br /&gt;Quite disturbing as well..... ughhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Its 2am. Im hungry, sleepy yet I cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And Adeline is teaching me how to make maggi with cheese???&lt;br /&gt;Weirdoooo.... Women. Tsktsktsk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7068356055282348896?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7068356055282348896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7068356055282348896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7068356055282348896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7068356055282348896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/03/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-713595145446519765</id><published>2009-03-13T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:11:51.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singh is Kingg.</title><content type='html'>I recently saw Watchmen.&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know whether to like it or hate it. It was very confusing in the way they told the story. But then again, it was a genius plot and when it was all revealed in the end, it really did make sense! And its cool how thay explored humans and our nature. Though they could've put some clothes on Mr Manhattan's back la... Like he's nude the whole movie except for a few scenes. I get that he's buff and all but keep it to himself lar! plus, if Dr Manhattan wasnt glowing and all, the movie would have been banned la. imagine a naked guy on screen for the entire movie. Lawl. Dont get a chill man. Oh and there's a quote from the movie which I thought made great sense,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;" ALL WE SEE OF STARS ARE THEIR OLD PHOTOGRAPHS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-713595145446519765?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/713595145446519765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=713595145446519765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/713595145446519765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/713595145446519765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/03/singh-is-kingg.html' title='Singh is Kingg.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-8660520493168877532</id><published>2009-02-28T03:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T03:56:53.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lawl.</title><content type='html'>A man goes to a bar with his dog. He goes up to the bar and asks for a drink. The bartender says "You can't bring that dog in here!" The guy, without missing a beat, says "This is my seeing-eye dog." "Oh man, " the bartender says, "I'm sorry, here, the first one's on me." The man takes his drink and goes to a table near the door. Another guy walks in the bar with a Chihuahua. The first guys sees him, stops him and says "You can't bring that dog in here unless you tell him it's a seeing-eye dog." The second man graciously thanks the first man and continues to the bar. He asks for a drink. The bartender says "Hey, you can't bring that dog in here!" The second man replies "This is my seeing-eye dog." The bartender says, "No, I don't think so. They do not have Chiwauas as seeing-eye dogs." The man pauses for a half-second and replies "What?!?! They gave me a Chihuahua?!?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-8660520493168877532?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8660520493168877532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=8660520493168877532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8660520493168877532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8660520493168877532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/lawl.html' title='lawl.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7016050615831963543</id><published>2009-02-26T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:43:20.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Februaries.</title><content type='html'>People.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people's birthdays in Feb. Scary..&lt;br /&gt;So here's a post to those born in Feb.&lt;br /&gt;If I missed your name, its because I dont know its your birthday or that I forgot, orrrr Im just evil and dont want to add your name. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Choo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Felix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Vishant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Nadira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Sue Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Ishreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7016050615831963543?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7016050615831963543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7016050615831963543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7016050615831963543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7016050615831963543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/februaries.html' title='Februaries.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4899197983201313361</id><published>2009-02-24T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:25:47.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNBURST</title><content type='html'>Just when it was going to turn out a dissappointment,&lt;br /&gt;HERE COMES KORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Awesome siall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope there will be more international acts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, cant wait to see Meet Uncle hussain live. Theyre qiute awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been living under a rock the past decade, go google them up.&lt;br /&gt;Then thank me for telling you. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4899197983201313361?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4899197983201313361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4899197983201313361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4899197983201313361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4899197983201313361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunburst.html' title='SUNBURST'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4829617915297924596</id><published>2009-02-19T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:04:50.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life update.</title><content type='html'>Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been listening to the Jonas Bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMMMIT. IM TURNING GAY. EWW. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAD INFLUENCE FROM AMEERA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phone still cacated. WHY?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never trust phone brands from Finland/Iceland. Either way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next phone: Sony Erricson! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been busy with school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;test comin next week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumb test. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one really cares about it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari Sukan is just the Sunday before it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats how much the school really cares about this test. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persada interview is over. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinda fun to play around with other people's fear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I am half human half &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PURE EVIL. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Im already going to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have as much fun as I can! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*holds peace sign*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4829617915297924596?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4829617915297924596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4829617915297924596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4829617915297924596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4829617915297924596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-update.html' title='Life update.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-2520461134673004078</id><published>2009-02-14T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:00:27.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>so whats the deal about valentine's day?&lt;br /&gt;What exactly ARE we celebrating!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE??&lt;br /&gt;Love doesnt need to be celebrated..&lt;br /&gt;See, when one falls in love or&lt;br /&gt;two people love each other, is that not celebrating love?&lt;br /&gt;So who the heck decided to create one more useless holiday!??!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep should be celebrated instead of valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, every 14th of February , from now on, shall be "Sleep" day.&lt;br /&gt;At least in my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;And if the holiday does fall on a weekday, it shall be replaced on the following saturday.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-2520461134673004078?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2520461134673004078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=2520461134673004078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2520461134673004078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2520461134673004078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-2541949377919629687</id><published>2009-02-08T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:08:31.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camped.</title><content type='html'>Woosh. Didnt expect this camp to be that tiring.. O.o&lt;br /&gt;So we get there on the first day and its a pretty nice place. Cool area.. Checked out the obstacle course ^^&lt;br /&gt;Hardesh, his usual over eager self, played with one of it and broke the rope. LOL&lt;br /&gt;But ill havta thank him. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set out our camps and have dinner. Tents are actually pretty easy to put up. Super simple. Hahha. Dinner wasnt bad as well. Like curry chicken and lettuce man. AND it didnt taste bad. AT ALL. In fact it was pretty nice. LOL Whoa. Im praising this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well I didnt expect it to be that nice so it came as quite a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we have jungle tracking. This is where it hurt most. Like seriously, its waaaaaaaaaay tougher than at Taman Negara. There were parts where you couldnt even walk. Had slide down. Ganas weyh. Pants full of earth. Thanks to Low man. Helped me out lots. And the kid in front of me. Thanks guys. Haha. Dont understand how some people were so clean at the end!! Daym, even Ustazah Ros went up man. Kudos. Then we see the orang asli kampung.&lt;br /&gt;LOL orang asli arent what they were anymore. House all got astro one!! Sumore brightly lit up with colourful lights and all. =.=" wat laaa.... Even orang asli also maju oledi. :P&lt;br /&gt;So we get back at 3 and decide to bathe. After that it was lights out. ZzzZZzzZZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we get up at 7-ish and we had some stupid exercise. LOL dumb moves hahahah. But still fun la. Then we started playing a game called BOMB. Also pretty dumb but we're all competitive and no one likes to lose so we start playing. We have to bomb each other but chanting out loud something which I have forgotten. =.=" LOL&lt;br /&gt;In the end it was Malaysia who won. Didnt really bother me although we could have won it.. Ish. So we go off for breakfast and that was a pretty decent meal as well. Fried bihun with an egg. This is when Low starts telling stories about his &lt;em&gt;lala&lt;/em&gt; life. LOL Everyone listened. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we got briefing from the &lt;strong&gt;JURULATIH &lt;/strong&gt;there. LOL. He's a really funny guy la. Wise guy, cracks jokes. Really awesome dude. So then we get to start flying-fox-ing. Uber cool as well. We start discussing our partners as well. Cause they go in pairs. I initially was about to go with Philip, Christine's bro. But when we got to the top of the tower the Jurulatih was like, " Kalau lebih berat baru seronok. Baik ko tukar dgan Syed." LOL so we did. Me and syed weighed a total of 150kg. ROFL. Leon and Prem even worse : 170 something!!! Hahha. Se we slide all the way down yelling all kinds of nonsense, and when we hit the rubber tyres at the end we crash pretty hard and swing into the nets! LOL FREAKING AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Then there was rock climbing. Not veryu good at this. Nicholas and Hardesh made it all the way to the top weyh. Daym. In the end made only halfway cos my arms couldnt take it no more. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go rest for awhile and we're told we're gonna go through TWO obstacle courses! GREAAT. SUN was hawt, and we had to do this! GRR. But it was superbly fun la. Loved the one where we had to swing across the muddy pond. lawl. Almost fell but made it through. BUT that was only the first one. The second one was EVEN BETTER!! There was this pond where we had to go into it full of crap and stamp on the water then go into it and under some log. Ugh. Dont drink the water man. Bleack. Then we had to crawl through mud that smelt like&lt;strong&gt;  SHIT! BARF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everyone made it through. Oh and there were barbed wires above our heads. But as I said, it was super fun. No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bout 5-ish, we make our way home. Reach skewl, and everyone balik loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We help each other. During the jungle track we helped one another. I think it was great spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Always try. Never say no. At first we didnt want to do the obstacle courses cause it was hot But, as we did it it was pretty good fun! So I didnt regret it. Plus, I think the best part was actually getting into the mud and crawling. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. And if anyone knows anymore camps which do this sorta stuff, I WANNA GO! LOL If possible. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-2541949377919629687?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2541949377919629687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=2541949377919629687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2541949377919629687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2541949377919629687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/camped.html' title='Camped.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4419371853760848604</id><published>2009-02-05T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:59:31.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>Camp. Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Some time away from school and people would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY itll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;Im silently excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4419371853760848604?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4419371853760848604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4419371853760848604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4419371853760848604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4419371853760848604'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4814729572345893590</id><published>2009-01-29T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:34:02.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine-John Lennon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine there's no heaven&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's easy if you try&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No hell below us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Above us only sky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Living for today...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine there's no countries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And no religion too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Living life in peace...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sharing all the world...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You may say &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm a dreamer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4814729572345893590?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4814729572345893590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4814729572345893590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4814729572345893590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4814729572345893590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/imagine-john-lennon.html' title='Imagine-John Lennon'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4162490079628043924</id><published>2009-01-29T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T01:46:23.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arctic Monkeys Old Yellow Bricks</title><content type='html'>Awesome song dudes.&lt;br /&gt;Go download it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4162490079628043924?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4162490079628043924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7182279660654732644</id><published>2009-01-28T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:17:05.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. New year's been nice, I guess,&lt;br /&gt;Like, havnet had to see much of my cousins too much. Which is a good thing by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, im not anti-social or anything but they really are attitude with a capital A.&lt;br /&gt;Holes of ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that ang paus have been comin in slow and small. But its there.&lt;br /&gt;Ive grown to accepot that ang paus arent going to be much of a source of my money.&lt;br /&gt;Cause over the years its actually been pretty little.&lt;br /&gt;But thats not the point right?&lt;br /&gt;the point is that its a courtesy, whether its a big amount or small.&lt;br /&gt;So people.&lt;br /&gt;DONT COMPLAIN BOUT THE SIZE OF UR ANG PAUS OR DUIT RAYA.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbeque's tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to invite people but. Nah.... next time lah.&lt;br /&gt;After all my place is gonna be filled with drunk chinese uncles talking nonsense till the WEEEEE hours of the morning. Doofuses.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to repay the favour. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my aunts on my mom's side came from Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;now everyday is like a buffet. Cause they are good cooks and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;I mean NOTHING ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;But I like that. Some of the things they make are pretty good. Like seriously, my size didnt come with bad food man.&lt;br /&gt;LAWL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss hangin with ma peeps though. Felix's open house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Note: bring more money so u can lose it to me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;LAWL&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few of us were talking on MSN yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;And Jag aka BBC BOY shows us an articles.&lt;br /&gt;Men's boobs are called moobs.&lt;br /&gt;So, for all of yous out there, they're moobs, not man tits, not tits, not breasts.&lt;br /&gt;Just MOOBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOOBS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;LOL. Moob. Moob. Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;=.=""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7182279660654732644?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7182279660654732644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7182279660654732644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7182279660654732644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7182279660654732644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-1963266385373686671</id><published>2009-01-21T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:33:50.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to ramble about.</title><content type='html'>1. School. Duh. Boring so much. Constantly dozing off. Normal la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Homework. Though i dont know what Im rambling bout this for. Not like I do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FOLIOS. O.O gotta get started weyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Racism. tahu-tahu le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Girl. Haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMBLE RAMBLE KOMPLEN KOMPLEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-1963266385373686671?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1963266385373686671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=1963266385373686671' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1963266385373686671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1963266385373686671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-to-ramble-about.html' title='Things to ramble about.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-9083412916023040362</id><published>2009-01-16T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:55:00.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh?</title><content type='html'>OMG chinese new year is just, like, 2 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;Time to shop, shop, shop. Hehhe.&lt;br /&gt;Its not only women okay..&lt;br /&gt;Then I just realised last year's angpauuuus are still closed..&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Mum says the longer you not open them, the better luck you have that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not opening the ones I get this year for 5 years then. SPM ma. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we're not gonna be going back to &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;kampungsss this year. Thank GOD.&lt;br /&gt;No annoying relatives. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're annoying, seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ONCE, hopefully, Ill have a good Chinese New Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, bring on that FAT ANGPAU. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-9083412916023040362?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9083412916023040362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=9083412916023040362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/9083412916023040362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/9083412916023040362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/meh.html' title='Meh?'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-1932013173612380983</id><published>2009-01-06T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:05:19.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class</title><content type='html'>I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the person who came up with the fucked idea of separating us.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-1932013173612380983?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1932013173612380983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=1932013173612380983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1932013173612380983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/1932013173612380983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/class.html' title='Class'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-9089276433953661443</id><published>2009-01-01T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:56:44.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Rain rain go away.&lt;br /&gt;Come again another daaaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-9089276433953661443?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9089276433953661443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=9089276433953661443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/9089276433953661443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/9089276433953661443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-2582762931695986625</id><published>2008-12-30T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:01:18.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG wat a **** up day.&lt;br /&gt;I fall sick cos ive been sleeping under the aircon. I mean LITERALLY under it.&lt;br /&gt;So now im coughing, sneezing, witha burning throat and a running NOSE.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS my phone's busted. Dunno why. God hates me. Im kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;My phone's on but there's nothing on the screen. Greeeeeeeeat.&lt;br /&gt;my music. My communication. My games. My 3G. Even typing about this is making me mad.&lt;br /&gt;Errrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;then then, I find that my PS2 isnt working. Least of my worries. BUT I still want to play! T.T&lt;br /&gt;I wanna I wanna I wanna!&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I might be spending New Year's lazing on the couch with the remote in my left and brain in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-2582762931695986625?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2582762931695986625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=2582762931695986625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2582762931695986625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2582762931695986625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-wat-up-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4745079856546497003</id><published>2008-12-30T06:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T06:56:35.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=..+""</title><content type='html'>T.T Phone rosak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2 Rosak. Life Rosak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4745079856546497003?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4745079856546497003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4745079856546497003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4745079856546497003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4745079856546497003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='=..+&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-8836658376486356750</id><published>2008-12-27T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:02:52.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christine doofus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;doofus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTINE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had to la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-8836658376486356750?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8836658376486356750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=8836658376486356750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8836658376486356750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8836658376486356750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/christine-doofus.html' title='Christine doofus!'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-6286629276575274741</id><published>2008-12-27T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:00:33.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep!</title><content type='html'>2am, with nothing to do and im still awake. WHY?? I ask myself that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep. Nite:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-6286629276575274741?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6286629276575274741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=6286629276575274741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6286629276575274741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6286629276575274741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/2am-with-nothing-to-do-and-im-still.html' title='Sleep!'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4474200600768299014</id><published>2008-12-23T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:49:06.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays over</title><content type='html'>hmm i guess its been pretty good these holidays? Yeah right. Working everyday for a month and a half does not make a good holiday. Well, lets recap my holidays. Obviously the PD trip was the highlight. Seeing Jag again was good. Tho i expected a little more change of him. Not that i want him to but he's been in a different environment since he left and thats been a year. You'd think there'd be a change. But naaaahh... this is JAG we're talking about here! Only thing that'll change him are getting laid and... thats it. LAWL That being said, I wouldnt have Jag any other way. :) For those of yous who dont know Jag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SVENK-549uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WARJ68vhgz4/s1600-h/10122008649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283018320217962210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SVENK-549uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WARJ68vhgz4/s320/10122008649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for the bad quality but humiliating moments have to be captured quickly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So thats Jag who's been in Australia since last year. We had his farewell at chili's, KLCC. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the spirit of Jag that day, we all ordered a basket of REFILLABLE chips and a REFILLABLE drink to spend time. We as in 9 or 10 of us. Yeap, bring on the snide remarks. But for Jag, we did it. LOL Plus all of us were short on cash. hahahha. After a year he's back and we had fun! Took him to PD with us. He hasnt changed one bit and Im glad he hasnt. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the next thing was seeing Kyren after so long. Things have changed between us but hopefully, for the better? I hope so. We were gonna play futsal and I went to his house to get him. So i called his maid to open the door and sure enough, she does. Bad security man. She opens for anyone... LAWL Tho futsal that day sucked, It was good to see him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! There was Symren's party for Jag. LAWL That was pretty boring as well. Sorry Symren. tho I wanna thank the giorls for cooking themselves. Appreciate that. I arrived early and saw them cooking.. OMG note to self, never let them near my mom's kitchen. :P But seriously, it was easier for them to order pizza but they chose to cook so kudos to thems. And to tell you the truth, the food wasnt thaaat bad. It was actually pretty good. LAWL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dont tell them i said that. :) Then we lepaked in Symren's room. Ahhaha Vishant left his mark in the mirror. LOL. Weird things we found in her room. Plus, with our oh soooooo strong imagination, it was funny the things we came up with. Thanks Symren for letting us into your room. Hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then there was the PC fair. LOL OMG ive never seen so many chinese geeks huddled in one place. They say it was a PC Fair, I say it was Geekzoid Convention. yet I went. For the sacrifice of technology. Hahahhaha. First thing i notice, women in some kinky costumes, like a nurse costume. Girl wasnt even hot. Disappointing.. There was one tho!! O.O Sony Alpha's. That was....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but the rest were fugly. So i went looking for a external Hard drive. Got one and headed home la. Wasnt all that great also. but worth the experience la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then there was Christine's party. Hmm, yeah i guess it was fun. Playing basketball that is. So i reach there at 8.15 and i see people I dont know there. And then I see Felix and Nicholas. LAWL. Then I find cookies in her room. Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.... thats more like it. "P Tell me, watsthe point of having cookies when ur not supposed to eat it?! Dumb isnt it!? U should be thanking me for eating those cookies, Christine! Hmph. :P So after that we go downstairs. And start talking to this 16/17 year old who's relation to Christine is too hard to explain. So Felix starts talking to him and all while we listen. Hmm pretty interesting this kid. moving on, start singing songs and all. Ahahhaha Thanks to that little singing session, I finally know the lyrics to "Jingle Bell". LAWL that was pretty cool la. Then food and we start to talk bout stuff. So we get bored, and decide to take some kid's ball like all mean older teenagers should :P and start playing basketball. LAWL My team's still 2-0. &lt;3&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, thats pretty much my holidays.. Besides all the days of working, gym, eating, late night basketball (HAH Jermaine, u owe me) and sleeping, or lack of it. I guess, when i think of it collectively, it isnt sooo bad?Yeah i guess thats it. Tho it OBVIOUSLY couldve been better, it was still pretty good. So looking forward to 2009. And i probably wont blog again till new year so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4474200600768299014?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4474200600768299014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4474200600768299014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4474200600768299014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4474200600768299014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-over.html' title='Holidays over'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SVENK-549uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WARJ68vhgz4/s72-c/10122008649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-6310126677903345193</id><published>2008-12-21T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T06:48:16.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anomalies.</title><content type='html'>If you have sex with a prostitute against her will, is it considered rape or shoplifting? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Can you cry under water? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Why do you have to 'put your two cents in'... but it's only a 'penny for your thoughts'? Where's that extra penny going to? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Why does a round pizza come in a square box? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- What disease did cured ham actually have? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Why is it that people say they 'slept like a baby' when babies wake up like every two hours? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Why is 'bra' singular and 'panties' plural? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane ? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Why did you just try singing the two songs above? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window? ----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-6310126677903345193?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6310126677903345193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=6310126677903345193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6310126677903345193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6310126677903345193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/anomalies.html' title='Anomalies.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-4971111161503218770</id><published>2008-12-20T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:21:47.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nidji. Awesome band.</title><content type='html'>Bila aku jatuh cinta&lt;br /&gt;aku mendengar nyanyian&lt;br /&gt;1000 dewa dewi cinta&lt;br /&gt;menggema dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila aku jatuh cintaa&lt;br /&gt;ku melihat matahari&lt;br /&gt;kan datang padaku&lt;br /&gt;dan memelukku  dengan sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila aku jatuh cinta&lt;br /&gt;aku melihat sang bulan&lt;br /&gt;kan datang padaku&lt;br /&gt;dan menemani aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melewati dinginnya mimpi&lt;br /&gt;melewati dinginnya mimpi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila aku jatuh cinta&lt;br /&gt;jatuh cinta&lt;br /&gt;bersama dirimu&lt;br /&gt;peluk aku dan ciumlah aku sayang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-4971111161503218770?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4971111161503218770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=4971111161503218770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4971111161503218770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/4971111161503218770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/nidji-awesome-band.html' title='Nidji. Awesome band.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-8210052857512174050</id><published>2008-12-20T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:04:17.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SU0JQfV18pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qLc2eLSo95g/s1600-h/img9861pd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281888116871131794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SU0JQfV18pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qLc2eLSo95g/s320/img9861pd9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. There really are two of the same people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Andrew's lookalike(middle one). Ugh. Even as a girl, it fails to appeal.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-8210052857512174050?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8210052857512174050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=8210052857512174050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8210052857512174050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8210052857512174050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SU0JQfV18pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qLc2eLSo95g/s72-c/img9861pd9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-851377345096059601</id><published>2008-12-19T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:42:12.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UCL Last 16</title><content type='html'>MU vs Inter. Holy crap. of all the teams...&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea v Juventus. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool v Real Madrid. WOOOOSH byee!&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal v Roma. =.=""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-851377345096059601?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/851377345096059601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=851377345096059601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/851377345096059601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/851377345096059601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/ucl-last-16.html' title='UCL Last 16'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-7363189444813671445</id><published>2008-12-19T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:08:53.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;10 FACTS U KNOW ABOUT COPS BUT NEED REMINDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;1. THEY'RE ALWAYS MALAYS. IM NOT RACIST BUT THEY JUST ARE.. NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I SEEN A CHINESE COP. EVER. THEY'RE LIKE AN ENDANGERED SPECIES. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. CROPPED HAIR IS ALL THE POLICE BARBER KNOWS MAN. ITS LIKE HIS LIFE. HIS FASHION MAGAZINE IS CALLED CROPPED VOGUE. LOL SO LAME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. POLICE CARS ARE NEVER GIVEN WAY. SURE, AN AMBULANCE WILL GET THROUGH TRAFFIC CAUTIOUSLY AND EASILY BUT A COP CAR IS STARED AT AND NEVER GIVEN WAY. HERE'S WHY: AMBULANCES SAVE LIVES. POLICE CARS ARE GOING TO VISIT A DEAD LIFE. SO NO POINT RUSHING RIGHT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. THEY COME IN GROUPS. NOT ONLY TO BUST CRIME BUT EVEN GROCERY SHOPPING, OR PRINTING, AS THEY WERE IN MY DAD'S SHOP. P**SIES. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OKAY JUST 5 THEN. FEEL FREE TO TELL ME ANY. ILL ADD. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-7363189444813671445?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7363189444813671445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=7363189444813671445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7363189444813671445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/7363189444813671445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/cops.html' title='Cops.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-8731996887214195398</id><published>2008-12-18T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:26:34.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good bad and ugly.</title><content type='html'>Good: You’re pregnant. Bad: It’s triplets. Ugly: Your husband had a vasectomy five years ago. Good: Your husband is not talking to you. Bad: He wants a divorce. Ugly: He’s a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your son is finally maturing. Bad: He’s involved with the woman next door. Ugly: So are you.&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your son studies a lot in his room. Bad: You find several pornographic movies hidden there. Ugly: You’re in them.&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your husband understands fashion. Bad: He’s a cross-dresser. Ugly: He looks better than you.&lt;br /&gt;Good: You give "the birds and the bees" talk to your 14-year-old daughter. Bad: She keeps interrupting. Ugly: With corrections.&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your daughter got a new job. Bad: As a hooker. Ugly: Your co-workers are her best clients. Way Ugly: She makes more money than you do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-8731996887214195398?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8731996887214195398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=8731996887214195398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8731996887214195398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8731996887214195398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The good bad and ugly.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-3525543994953884386</id><published>2008-12-10T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:09:54.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba dum dee dum!</title><content type='html'>Aih.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid holidays.. Im officially a full timer at Advanco. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;U know, if i did clock in my hours, id be highest paid. No joke. Too bad im part of this family which means I get NO salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like being forced to volunteer. Doesnt make sense does it. Its an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;No, oxymoron is not a jibe. It means words that contradict each other. Like organised chaos and... you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of oxymorons, there was once when i said oxymoron and this lady thought I insulted her. Swt. Terry bad english comprehension. In the end I ended up explaining to her like a thousand times and she still didnt get it. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire people my age who's already decided what they want to do as careers in the future. I dont understand how they've made their minds up so early in life. Of course it has its ups and downs. But, isnt it a little too early to decide??&lt;br /&gt;Still kudos to yous. Whoever you are. Sooner you decide, sooner you get started right? :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, after saying that, I guess ull find me at education fairs. Riiiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;But you WILL find me at the PC fair comin up! Owh yeah.Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-3525543994953884386?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3525543994953884386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=3525543994953884386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3525543994953884386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/3525543994953884386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/hm.html' title='Ba dum dee dum!'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-8506360301144254268</id><published>2008-11-30T04:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:00:19.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I missed a day so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 2 : Arrived at 1pm. Funny la... I get down the car n there are Scott, Leon, Felix, Lai, Hardesh, Douglas, n JAG!! Playin bball! LAWL Weird ryte? We travel all the way from KL just to play more BBall! LOL But its fun no duh! So we start playing bball. but everyone wants to go to the extreme park so we change to get ready. Everyone changes into jeans but only Knucklehead Douglas wants to wear shorts. He's like The Terminator. Nvr dies, n his only weakness is Dahl curry. Aaaaaaaaaanyway, we had to wait for the "LADIES" in the other room cos they take FOREVER to get changed. Everyone wants to bath before goin! How dumb! They're gonna sweat again waaat! So when they're FINALLY ready we wait at the lobby. N we havta pay 40 ringgit for the cab! O.O 40!! Ugh. The price of fun... N we get this cabbie called Dave who keeps "touching" Leon. See Leon, being tall dark n handsome has its downs... :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he's takin us round n telling us all the good places. Apparently PD has two big refineries. Never knew that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*time passes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We arrive at the Xtreme park n we see two kids racing around on go-carts n we're like "Aiyo so slow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we eventually pay up n get our carts. LAWL i swore i heard something crack in my cart but it was nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we get a lap free n it was kinda hard to control the cart but after 1 lap u kinda get the hang of it la. So we line up at the starting grid(I overshot mine) n Leon came in last. LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We get flagged off n my cart starts slowly but starts to pickup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woooosh! It gets pretty fast! N ppl start crashing! Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see Felix from the corner of my eye n swerve in front of him and he skids out! Heheheh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then douglas tries to overtake me n he skids out as well!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ud think after all that I could win but fuck, Jag was in front of me n I bumped into him n CRASHED!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARRRRGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end Lai got first! Shiiiiiit....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it was paintball time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we got a briefing from the fellas there.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did u noe the long end of the gun is called a condom something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant remember wat it is but it had condom in its name! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So off we went to the paintball place thingy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played three games, everyone got shot at least once! I got the friggin headshot. Nice work, Felix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N i shot Hardesh for running out bravely! LAWL worth it la i guess....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after that we get back take a few pics n head back to the hotel. This time we got the emo/angry cabbie who wouldnt talk at all. Take a few tips from Dave,man! LOL^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when we get back, we get changed n head for the beach. We TRY to play football but the place was lopsided so it was kinda difficult to run in the sand and kick. Especially if u kick the sand! OUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we decide to just sit n relax. Then there's some neighbourhood activity that they're doing. It looked quite fun... too bad we couldnt join in. So we get nearer n watch them play tug-of-war. They made it look soooooo fun.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was this girl there Jag wanted to 'tap' LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But obviously he wasnt gonna get any so we go back to the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we jump into the hotel pool n start fooling around... Talking nonsense n stuff. Me n Hardesh get back to our rooms first cos it started to rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N lucky for us cos it starts to pour really heavily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we sit in our rooms n watch High School Musical. Yeah it might be weird to see 4 guys watchin it but hey, Vanessa Hudgens is hot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so u could see it for urself:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275588947057904050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/STaoMjJdCbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X5QdgFu2XKU/s320/220px-Vanessa_Hudgens_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uhuh.... my thoughts exactly.... :):)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I get hungry so me n DOUG who's broke go eat. The play pool n get home n TRY to sleep. But wit jag n scott in my bed no one can! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leon is SHIT SCARY wit the lights turned off!! Hahahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So in the end we finally sleep......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-8506360301144254268?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8506360301144254268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=8506360301144254268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8506360301144254268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8506360301144254268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/pd.html' title='PD'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/STaoMjJdCbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X5QdgFu2XKU/s72-c/220px-Vanessa_Hudgens_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-6193281133762770180</id><published>2008-11-26T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:59:53.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAWLS</title><content type='html'>A blind man, with a seeing eye dog at his side, walks into his local grocery store. He walks to the middle of the store, picks up the dog by the tail, and starts swinging the dog around in circles over his head.&lt;br /&gt;The store manager, who up until this point thought he had seen it all, thinks this is quite strange. So he decides to find out what’s going on. The store manager approaches the blind man swinging the dog and asks, “Pardon me. May I help you with something?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind man replies, “No thanks. I’m just looking around.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-6193281133762770180?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6193281133762770180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=6193281133762770180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6193281133762770180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6193281133762770180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/lawls.html' title='LAWLS'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-565089591096649132</id><published>2008-11-26T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:12:20.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE THICK SILVER LINING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmmmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God really did hear my plea....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I believe. Just dont know which one....??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.... three days of torture are over! yAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time for PD PD PD PD! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AAAAAAAAND like I said, when things are at its worst, it cant get any worse ryte? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WEEEEELLLLLLL Its true!!! :):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that 4 days of torture everything's back to normal once again!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better than normal, Mom n Dad got me an MU jersey from Macau n a scarf!!! Wehehehehehhehehe!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SS1l8BMf4bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdk4wZdCqs8/s1600-h/26112008616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272982820508131762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SS1l8BMf4bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdk4wZdCqs8/s320/26112008616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im all set for Old Trafford! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past 3 days have really been tough.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till u actually experience life at my dad's shop, U haven been thru hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, not hell, but u get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Old, smelly, obnoxious, abrasive men (and the occasional woman) haggling for a lower price....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTF! Just get on with life ppl!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when they dont get what they want, start the tantrums!!! HUH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess maturity DOESNT come with age.....=.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all u ppl who have come to my shop and been rude to anyone in there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUZZ OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-565089591096649132?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/565089591096649132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=565089591096649132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/565089591096649132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/565089591096649132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/thick-silver-lining.html' title='THE THICK SILVER LINING.'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEdew-QJxI/SS1l8BMf4bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdk4wZdCqs8/s72-c/26112008616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-8081995299683653972</id><published>2008-11-24T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:06:21.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes! :)</title><content type='html'>Kramer goes into an elevator, looks up and sees this great big huge guy standing next to him. The big guy sees the little guy staring at him, looks down and says, “7 feet tall, 350 lbs, 20 inch penis, testicles 3 lbs each, Turner Brown”.&lt;br /&gt;Kramer just faints dead away and falls to the floor. The big dude kneels down and brings him to, by slapping his face and shaking him. He asks, “Are you Ok?”&lt;br /&gt;In a very weak voice Kramer says, “Excuse me, but what did you just say to me?” The big dude says, “When I saw the curious look on your face, I just figured I’d give you the answers to the questions everyone always asks me. “I’m 7 feet tall, weigh 350 lbs, have a 20 inch penis, my testicles weigh 3 lbs each, and my name is Turner Brown.”&lt;br /&gt;Kramer said, “Oh Thank God! I thought you said ‘&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn Around’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-8081995299683653972?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8081995299683653972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=8081995299683653972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8081995299683653972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/8081995299683653972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/jokes.html' title='Jokes! :)'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-6032628393437302407</id><published>2008-11-23T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:38:45.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.="</title><content type='html'>Aiiiiiiiiiiiih.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days of nothing but money-counting, shouting at ppl, dealing wit customers n OMG missing a day of PD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are times when life is at its worse..... But on the brightside, since this is the worst it cant get any worse, right?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm..... at the moment it seems like a VERY VERY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VERY VERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY VERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;THIN SILVER LINING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Funny, the song playing at this very moment is T.I's "No Matter What" which is bout him bouncing back after all the problems that he's gone through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coincidence? Naaaaaaaaaaaah.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GET THE MESSAGE, GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:) :S :( :'( :) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A lesson for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-6032628393437302407?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6032628393437302407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=6032628393437302407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6032628393437302407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6032628393437302407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='=.=&quot;'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-6189616006725806876</id><published>2008-11-22T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:22:03.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 International Rules of Manhood :P</title><content type='html'>For all the men out there, and curious women, we hereby present to you the international rules of manhood. For those young men seeking adulthood, you must abide by said rules in order to obtain your “man badge.”&lt;br /&gt;1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:(a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master.(b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse.(c) After wrecking your boss’ car.(d) One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into “The Crying Game”.&lt;br /&gt;3: Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies.&lt;br /&gt;4: Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;5: If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.&lt;br /&gt;6: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy’s fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.&lt;br /&gt;7: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy’s birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy’s choice.&lt;br /&gt;8: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.&lt;br /&gt;9: When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who’s playing.&lt;br /&gt;10: You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she’s officially your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;11: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach… and it’s delivered by a topless model and only when it’s free.&lt;br /&gt;12: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.&lt;br /&gt;13: Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.&lt;br /&gt;14: Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.&lt;br /&gt;15: If a man’s fly is down, that’s his problem, you didn’t see anything.&lt;br /&gt;16: Women who claim they “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.&lt;br /&gt;17: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.&lt;br /&gt;18: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that’s just greedy.&lt;br /&gt;19: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.&lt;br /&gt;20: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she’s withholding sex pending your response.&lt;br /&gt;21: Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights:(a) Yeah, Baby, Push it!(b) C’mon, give me one more! Harder!(c) Another set and we can hit the showers!&lt;br /&gt;22: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.&lt;br /&gt;23: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;24: The morning after you and a girl who was formerly “just a friend” have carnal, drunken monkey sex, the fact that you’re feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was occurs.&lt;br /&gt;25: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.&lt;br /&gt;26: Thou shalt not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;27: The girl who replies to the question “What do you want for Christmas?” with “If you loved me, you’d know what I want!” gets an Xbox. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;28: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men’s Gymnastics. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-6189616006725806876?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6189616006725806876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=6189616006725806876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6189616006725806876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/6189616006725806876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/28-international-rules-of-manhood-p.html' title='28 International Rules of Manhood :P'/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264980995152348639.post-2928783395601933427</id><published>2008-11-21T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:07:21.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is dedicated to all those who have interesting blogs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought it'd be interesting :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check it out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264980995152348639-2928783395601933427?l=stuffsamsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2928783395601933427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264980995152348639&amp;postID=2928783395601933427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2928783395601933427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264980995152348639/posts/default/2928783395601933427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffsamsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-dedicated-to-all-those-who-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Anak Tauke :P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260641053678227320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
