<?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-29792472</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:09:48.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'>I say what I want because this is my blog &amp; these are my OWN views on things in life. Got a problem? Don't care!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-1645127621122525768</id><published>2007-09-05T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:41:01.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carl's Jr is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a major flu session yesterday and I felt miserable. And everytime I have a major flu, for some strange reason, I feel hungry all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After having an early lunch yesterday round 12.30pm, I rested for about an hour before heading over to One Utama to &lt;s&gt;curi tulang&lt;/s&gt; try and walk off the flu. And since I was there, I took the opportunity to check out some sports shops because I'm in desperate need for some football pants but couldn't find any that I like and most importantly, there weren't any SALE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So as I was walking, I felt kinda hungry and had the sudden craving for Burger King's Whooper. On my way to BK, I remembered that Carl's Jr just opened an outlet in One Utama so I took a detour and headed over there instead to try it out. The last time they were here was ages ago. They didn't do too well and closed down eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106611575909423970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5ULBv6m2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/lEnyyCYvOqg/s320/carlsjr1utama.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I walked in, I was greeted politely by the staffs, bla bla bla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They had quite an extensive list of burgers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's 11 types of charbroiled burger - their famous Famous Star and Super Star. Then they have the Portobello Mushroom, Chili Burger, Guacamole Bacon, Western Bacon varieties. Some of the varieties also come with double patties that will definitely fill you up. There's also charbroiled chicken sandwiches, crispy chicken, fish sandwich and fish and chips if you don't take beef. For sides, there's salad, onion rings, fried zucchini and criss cross fries. There's even desserts - cheesecake and choc fudge cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5RJRv6m1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/16JGy9jwMSA/s1600-h/Carl%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I was sooo hungry at that time and my craving for burger was so intense, I ordered the Super Star combo set which cost me RM17+!!! I could smell my wallet burning as I saw the amount. Well, as a consolation, the drinks are refillable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's hope the price justifies the burger so I thought to myself. I was given a cup and a number tag for the burger to be delivered to me. The burger is supposedly prepared fresh when you order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5RAhv6m0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/IgcP-MFS-WU/s1600-h/Carl%27s+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106608096985914178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5RAhv6m0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/IgcP-MFS-WU/s320/Carl%27s+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Order number 64 for the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes, my combo set came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5Q6Bv6mzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MP8Zy1JvS94/s1600-h/Carl%27s+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106607985316764466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5Q6Bv6mzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MP8Zy1JvS94/s320/Carl%27s+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Super Star with Cheese Combo set - RM17+!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unwrapped the burger wrapping and I was greeted by this gigantic burger! Hands up, it's definitely bigger than McD's and Burger King's Whooper I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5Q0Rv6myI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H-b9ZCkGSjI/s1600-h/Carl%27s+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106607886532516642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5Q0Rv6myI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H-b9ZCkGSjI/s320/Carl%27s+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Checkout the size of this &lt;s&gt;bugger&lt;/s&gt;burger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was warm and looks quite fresh to me. And in it has 2 slices of beef patties, a slice of cheese, fresh lettuce, tomatoes, onions, ketchup and mayonnaise. Recipe for high cholestoral and calories. But did I care? Not a bit at that time. But now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5QuRv6mxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9vc54KGGl6c/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106607783453301522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5QuRv6mxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9vc54KGGl6c/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hungry not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a hard time eating it as I have a small mouth (I think) and that bloody burger was so huge. Everytime I opened my mouth to have a bite, bits and pieces of beef, lettuce and tomatoes kept falling down. It took me quite a while to finish the burger as I was struggling to make sure everything were sandwiched in between the buns before putting into my mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After approximately 10-15 minutes, it was all over. By that time, I was too stuffed to finish the fries and iced lemon tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5Qjhv6mvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dukX8PQKYm0/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106607598769707762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5Qjhv6mvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dukX8PQKYm0/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The aftermath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was resting, I saw this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106607697553955586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5QpRv6mwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/R-ppjm_gDZQ/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gonna get messy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now only you tell me. Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, I find the burger quite good and fresh. Better than BK's I would say. On the downside, they're rather pricey as compared to what other burger outlets are offering at the moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope they're here to stay for much longer than before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-1645127621122525768?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/1645127621122525768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=1645127621122525768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/1645127621122525768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/1645127621122525768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2007/09/carls-jr.html' title='Carl&apos;s Jr is back!'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rt5ULBv6m2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/lEnyyCYvOqg/s72-c/carlsjr1utama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-1613228183512834916</id><published>2007-08-29T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:09:41.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nak Tak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should there be any authorities that comes across my blog and sees this, just for your information, I got all these images from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://naktak.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nak Tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GACSa2Tr6QE/RrYE5FqlEZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/y_kdy-jHemc/s800/BN00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104023823753845362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RtUioBv6mnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PuN1ma_3LQc/s400/BN00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GACSa2Tr6QE/RrYFRFqlEaI/AAAAAAAAACA/LNC7JGc-dBs/s800/BN01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104024090041817730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RtUi3hv6moI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LsliZwXzEbk/s400/BN01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GACSa2Tr6QE/RrYFclqlEbI/AAAAAAAAACI/-bmiAZ7togg/s800/BN02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104024382099593874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RtUjIhv6mpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RuByz4pQ2io/s400/BN02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GACSa2Tr6QE/RrYFrVqlEcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BxgV6PfuPSw/s800/BN03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104024596847958690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RtUjVBv6mqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ui8n_ocyN4w/s400/BN03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GACSa2Tr6QE/RrYF81qlEdI/AAAAAAAAACY/Yh-4Zi7LZqY/s800/BN04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104024927560440498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RtUjoRv6mrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zRwUmcNZKek/s400/BN04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GACSa2Tr6QE/RrYGGlqlEeI/AAAAAAAAACg/_xSFXQgMWr8/s800/BN05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104025202438347458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RtUj4Rv6msI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Fz8Lp3hOMDU/s400/BN05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GACSa2Tr6QE/RrYGXlqlEfI/AAAAAAAAACo/ziPCciqDBS8/s800/BN06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104025417186712274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RtUkExv6mtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iD4DKF_q73I/s400/BN06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GACSa2Tr6QE/RrYGoVqlEgI/AAAAAAAAACw/JF4sVn4WZHA/s800/BN07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104025889633114850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RtUkgRv6muI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3DuZcqG-Rlg/s400/BN07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click on the images to enlarge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the posters says a thousand words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad that after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;50 years&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of independence, this is what we get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rest my case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-1613228183512834916?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/1613228183512834916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=1613228183512834916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/1613228183512834916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/1613228183512834916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2007/08/nak-tak.html' title='Nak Tak?'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RtUioBv6mnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PuN1ma_3LQc/s72-c/BN00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-4379996866664134873</id><published>2007-08-24T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T13:06:22.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine lives, perhaps it's true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last evening, on the way home from work, I took the same route which I ran over the cat two nights back to see whether did the cat survived the accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My heart was racing as I approached the crime scene but to my surprise, there weren't any traces of evidence that a cat was killed there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No blood stains on the road. And most importantly, no death corpse lying in the middle of the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come to think of it, I don't think my car's tyres went over it. Guess it was just my imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the point of impact, the cat was actually right in the centre of the road, which means that most probably it was knocked off it's feet, tumbled around a few times and got dragged under the car for a few seconds hence the flying furs I saw when I looked back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102126539130706514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rs5lDhv6mlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_6POqjU8W9I/s320/cat2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the myth that cats have nine lives is true afterall. But I don't believe in myths. So I reckon that cat was just plain lucky that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just so relieved that the cat is still alive. Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, want to know why people say cats have nine lives? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://www.coolquiz.com/trivia/explain/docs/cats2.asp"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-4379996866664134873?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/4379996866664134873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=4379996866664134873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/4379996866664134873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/4379996866664134873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2007/08/nine-lives-perhaps-its-true.html' title='Nine lives, perhaps it&apos;s true?'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rs5lDhv6mlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_6POqjU8W9I/s72-c/cat2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-5800514723617359442</id><published>2007-08-23T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:15:09.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed out = Bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been really stressed out for the last couple of days due to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I've reached the point where I just want to drop and leave everything behind and go off for a long break to recharge myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, hopefully I'll be able to come back afresh and do something which I like. Something which I'm still doing some soul searching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's tough. Really going through a rough patch now in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To make matters worse, the stress is really getting into me. Causing problems for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This afternoon when picking up the female for lunch, I knocked another car while reversing, which caused a dent and some scratches. I've done that particular reversing manouver countless times but I just lost my concentration for a split second and it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No one actually saw the incident, which includes the security guard who was sitting just right in front of the whole incident with his sunglasses on. I wonder WTF was he doing till he could miss the whole incident. &lt;em&gt;*baffled*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seeing no one saw, I acted like as if nothing had happened and drove off with her. But my conscience kicked in and I didn't feel good to just leave like that without being responsible for my mistake so I'd decided to bear the repair cost for the car. Since the owner was the female's colleague, I left it to her to speak to her colleague to sort things out after lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything is pretty much settled and all is fine now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that was bad enough to spoil my day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was on my way home after work, I made the first road kill of my life, sigh. Not proud of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wasn't driving very fast because there were people around as it was a housing area. Suddenly out of nowhere, a cat came running across the road. Couldn't brake in time and I went over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it felt as if I'd drove over a speed bump without slowing down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My heart was pumping damn bloody fast and I kept on driving. Looked at the rear view mirror to check on the poor cat and all I could see were furs flying around. Sigh :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wasn't a pleasant sight. But the poor cat wasn't to be seen around?!? I hope it's not stuck somewhere on my car's undercarriage! I'm pretty sure the cat couldn't have survived the accident as I felt, if not mistaken, my car went over it twice, both front and rear tyres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I really hope and pray that it did survive and ran off. And not death and stuck under my car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God bless that poor cat's soul if it's death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was an unavoidable accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now you tell me today wasn't one hell of a stressful day for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really need a break desperately. Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-5800514723617359442?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/5800514723617359442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=5800514723617359442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/5800514723617359442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/5800514723617359442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2007/08/stressed-out-bad-day.html' title='Stressed out = Bad day'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-2474084557709583166</id><published>2007-08-20T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:48:58.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Rising...but not Man Utd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was at Hard Rock Cafe (HRC) last night for my cousin's birthday party and we had a blast. Food was great and the portions were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I got a double dose of my Vodka lime for the price of one because it was happy hour then. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Party was going on fine until I witness Man Utd's defense of English Premier League went from bad to worse. Drawing at home to Reading and then away to Portsmouth was bad enough but losing the Manchester derby to Man City?!?! Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 games. 2 draws. 1 loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Equals to 2 points and 16th position out of 20 teams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bad, really bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man Utd is well known for starting the season slow before picking up after the Christmas period so I hope they'll do just exactly that by thrashing Spurs this weekend at Old Trafford. Fingers crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a consolation, all of my cousins and I were blessed with an Original HRC T-shirt by my uncle. I wanted a particular polo shirt but they ran out of size so I'd to settle for this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100708040281856562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rsla8Bv6mjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/B2jJgnu7YOo/s320/MusicRsngShrt_DT2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music Rising T-shirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This Music Rising benefit t-shirt was worn by The Edge during U2's Grammy® performance. It features the official Music Rising logo on the front of the t-shirt and sleeve with a Hard Rock logo on the back of the neck and was designed by William Cathcart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100711338816739906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rsld8Bv6mkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-y22TNt5ZBY/s320/smartsite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;U2's The Edge during the Grammy®&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Music Rising is a campaign launched to aid musicians of the Gulf Region. Created by U2’s The Edge, Gibson Guitar Chairman and CEO Henry Juszkiewicz and producer Bob Ezrin, it has become of symbol of rebuilding and renewal throughout the U.S. When the campaign was first launched in November 2005, the focus was to replace lost or destroyed instruments to professional musicians so that they could regain their livelihood. To date Music Rising has helped over 2,000 of those musicians and helped restore the spirit and musical heritage so important to this country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, as a consolation to the frustrating and disappointing night seeing Man Utd dropped more points, I was blessed with an original HRC Music Rising t-shirt and knowing that proceeds from the purchase of this t-shirt will go to Music Rising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At least this softens the blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-2474084557709583166?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/2474084557709583166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=2474084557709583166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/2474084557709583166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/2474084557709583166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2007/08/music-risingbut-not-man-utd.html' title='Music Rising...but not Man Utd'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rsla8Bv6mjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/B2jJgnu7YOo/s72-c/MusicRsngShrt_DT2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-4079934465863804620</id><published>2007-08-18T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:50:30.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schmoozer, schnoozer</title><content type='html'>I got an award today. My first blog award. I don't know for what but I got the award today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099706436728560162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsXL_Bv6miI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dzolJ5cgEi8/s320/schmooze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was awarded the Schmooze Award because I met the following criterias:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;natural ability to converse casually, especially in order to gain an advantage or make a social connection. (not sure about this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;effortlessly weave your way in and out of the blogosphere. (quite true since I've been blogging on and off for God know's how many times)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don’t limit your visits to only the rich and successful. (no comments)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;engage others in meaningful conversations. (my Chatbox and comments are pretty much death and empty I would say)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, thank you to whoever that created this Award and for believing in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do feel free to copy the Award and paste it onto your blog if you &lt;s&gt;are thick faced enough&lt;/s&gt; believe that you deserve the Award too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-4079934465863804620?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/4079934465863804620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=4079934465863804620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/4079934465863804620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/4079934465863804620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2007/08/schmoozer-schnoozer.html' title='Schmoozer, schnoozer'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsXL_Bv6miI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dzolJ5cgEi8/s72-c/schmooze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-2148406199989231586</id><published>2007-08-15T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T17:29:36.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm pretty sure a lot of you guys know that I've a torn &lt;a href="http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/10/mri-scan-part-1.html"&gt;Anterior Cruciate Ligament&lt;/a&gt; (ACL) on my left knee. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098758004599969090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsJtZAvcVUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7FCawCXlDsI/s320/getImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sad but true :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder why did such an injury happen to me?!? It's frustrating knowing that my knee is not as strong as it used to be and could just give way at anytime when overworked and overstressed during high impact sports or activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not really giving me a lot of problem (at the moment at least) but some. My left knee gets tired very fast especially when I'm walking a lot. Besides that, other problems that I'm facing currently includes the hearing of popping sounds at times when I bend my knee, slight swelling, and instability of the knee (i.e., a "wobbly" feeling or a feeling that the knee is not solid).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are 2 ways to go about it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) &lt;u&gt;Non-surgical treatment:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A completely torn ACL has the slight potential of regrowth. The ACL primarily serves to stabilize the knee in an extended position and when surrounding muscles are relaxed, so if the muscles are strong, many people can function without it. The term for non-surgical treatment for ACL rupture is "conservative management", and it often includes physical therapy and use of a knee brace. Lack of an ACL generally increases the risk of other knee injuries such as torn meniscus, so sports with cutting and twisting motions are not recommended. For patients who frequently participate in such sports, surgery is often recommended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) &lt;u&gt;Surgery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are two main options for ACL graft selection, &lt;strong&gt;allograft&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;autograft&lt;/strong&gt;. Autografts are the patients' own tissues, and options include the hamstring tendons or middle third of the patella tendon. Allograft is cadaveric tissue sourced from a tissue bank. Each method has its own pros and cons, hamstring and middle third of patella tendon having similar outcomes. Patellar grafts are often incorrectly cited as being stronger, but the site of the harvest is often extremely painful for weeks after surgery and some patients develop chronic patellar tendinitis. Replacement via a posthumous donor involves a slightly higher risk of infection. Additionally, donor grafts eliminate tendon harvesting which, due to improved arthroscopic methods, is responsible for most post-operative pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The surgery is typically undertaken arthroscopically, with tunnels drilled into the femur and tibia at approximately the original ACL attachments. The graft is then placed into position and held in place. There are a variety of fixation devices available, particularly for hamstring tendon fixation. These include screws, buttons and post fixation devices. The graft typically attaches to the bone within 6-8 weeks. The original collagen tissue in the graft acts as a scaffold and new collagen tissue is laid down in the graft with time. Hence the graft takes over 6 months to reach maximal strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After surgery, the knee joint loses flexibility, and the muscles around the knee and in the thigh tend to &lt;a title="Atrophy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atrophy"&gt;atrophy&lt;/a&gt;. All treatment options require extensive physical therapy to build up muscle strength around the knee and restore range of motion. For many active patients, the lengthy rehabilitation period is more difficult to deal with than the actual surgery. In general, a rehabilitation period of 6 months to a year is required to regain pre-surgery strength and use. This is very dependent on the rehabilitation assignment provided by the surgeon as well as the person who is receiving the surgery. External bracing is recommended for athletes in contact and collision sports for a period of time after reconstruction. It is important however to realize that this type of prevention is given by a 'surgeon to surgeon' basis; not all surgeons will prescribe a brace for post surgery recovery. Whether the ACL deficient knee is reconstructed or not, the patient is susceptible to early onset of chronic degenerative joint disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Soure: Wikipedia (&lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org/"&gt;http://www.wikipedia.org/&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After much discussions and considerations, I've decided the best thing for me to do is to opt for the surgery. It was tough weighing out the pros and cons but I'm now looking at the long term. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, it may take a 6 months rehabilitation period to heal completely but that 6 months is nothing compared to the activities and sports that I'll be missing out for many, many more years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098763678251767122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsJyjQvcVVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/adjxKBpLKI4/s320/surg4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surgical treatment of the torn ACL usually involves an arthroscopic surgical reconstruction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Although a number of different types of tissue have been utilized to reconstruct the ACL, the most common type of ACL reconstruction involves harvesting the central third of the patellar tendon with a bone block at each end of the tendon graft. After performing a diagnostic arthroscopic examination of the knee, the central third of the patellar tendon is harvested.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098764185057908066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsJzAwvcVWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-yan48tgCTU/s320/PaTen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Left knee graft harvest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The remaining tendon is then repaired. After harvesting the tissue, drill guides are used to place holes into the tibia (bone below the knee)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098766963901748642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsJ1igvcVaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/M2FWg-nFvxs/s320/PaTen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098764971036923266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsJzugvcVYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4l4QkKL8-es/s320/drill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Intraoperative photo of drill hole in femur for ACL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and femur (bone above the knee). By placing the drill holes at the attachment sites of the original ligament, when the graft is pulled through the drill hole and into the knee, it will be placed in the same position as the original ACL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After pulling the graft through the drill holes and into the joint to replace the torn ACL, the graft is then held in place with bioabsorbable screws or metallic screws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098784109411194290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="291" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsKFIgvcVbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ggTC3YC9KL0/s320/PaTen5.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fastening the graft in this manner allows new blood vessels to grow into the transferred graft and for healing to occur. Typically, the procedure is performed on an outpatient basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098765056936269202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsJzzgvcVZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ClWqL0kEGnE/s320/aclxray2.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;X-Ray demonstrating Placement of Metallic Screw for ACL Graft Fixation in the Femur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The last time I checked, the cost for the 2 hours surgery will be approximately a cool whopping RM20,000!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-__-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But thank God, I've got medical insurance to cover up for me, i.e. 90% of the total cost. And better still, the maximum amount that I need to pay for the 10% is only RM1,000 even though 10% of RM20,000 is RM2,000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the moral of the story, please invest in a medical insurance. You'll never know how important it is when you need it. Medical expenses nowadays are absurdly crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To say I'm not afraid and nervous about the surgery is bullshitting. Of course I'm worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will there be any side effects? How long will it take before I can be active again? Is it painful?&lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/acl-injury/MM00263/RETURNTOTITLE=Meet%20the%20Mayo%20Clinic%20doctor&amp;amp;RETURNTOLINK=1"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh, so many questions running through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All I can do now is to pray for God's strength to get me through this period of worrying. And also I need all the support and encouragement that I can get from everyone around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-2148406199989231586?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/2148406199989231586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=2148406199989231586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/2148406199989231586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/2148406199989231586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsJtZAvcVUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7FCawCXlDsI/s72-c/getImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-1576041202400296761</id><published>2007-08-14T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:01:07.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After parking my car this afternoon upon reaching my office, a silver &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toyota_Innova"&gt;Toyota Innova&lt;/a&gt; came and parked next to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098465057765610770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsFi9QvcVRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_Koqt58ZimY/s320/innova.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Silver Toyota Innova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After parking, the driver, a man in his 40's with a fcuk face then swung opened his door quite hard and it banged onto my car! I showed a &lt;em&gt;tulan &lt;/em&gt;face and stared cock at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came down, looked at my car for a moment and walked off without even apologising!?! KNN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think I'm bloody invisible is it??? Hollow Man is it?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098467342688212258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsFlCQvcVSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q9L6B4QthKU/s320/200px-Hollowman-pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do I look like Kevin Bacon to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I got down and checked on my car and it was scratched. It was quite visible. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, I was damn pissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stood there for a while and waited for that idiot to come back to his MPV, in which he did after like 5 minutes. As he was about to get into his MPV, I went up to him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you know you banged onto my car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, is it? *&lt;em&gt;looked puzzled&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, you did. *&lt;em&gt;pointing at the scratches*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, really?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He then opened his car door to check whether was it really his door that banged onto my car and can like measure the height to see whether was it really his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was like WTF man -_-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After confirming that it was his fault...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I was in the car the whole time when you banged onto my car and you just walked away without apologising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm really sorry. I didn't see you in the car just now. &lt;em&gt;*trying to look innocent with his fcuk face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just shook my head and walked off. Bad way to start my day in the office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;To make matters worse, my office was out of water since yesterday, everyone was like going to die from thirst and we'd actually called up yesterday itself to place our order for 5 new bottles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I called them up again to make sure that they deliver it by today because a lot of times, they don't keep their promise and will take a few days before the water arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spoke to a guy and he said they didn't receive any orders?!? Bad answer, dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to him, our last order was on the 1st of August. WTF man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told him my colleague placed the order yesterday but he kept insisting they did not receive any orders and asked me for the person that my colleague spoke to. I told him he can't remember the name and so he told me that I should make my orders in black and white to avoid this kind of miscommunications. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The joker really has got the balls to tell me that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WAH! I was like going to explode already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098463468627711234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsFhgwvcVQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_EZuh-wtNsE/s320/volcano.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was triggered to explode.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I raised my voice and told him we've been ordering this way since day one and why are you asking me to make it in black and white now?! Also complained to him about the undelivered waters, which had been happening quite frequently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My ultimatum to him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"If it happens again, we'll terminate your service!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea, the water company is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Delcol United Marketing (M) Sdn Bhd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember this name as I can testify that their service is &lt;s&gt;rather bad&lt;/s&gt; I would say, not up to my expactation for a big name in Malaysia's water industry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bad day so far. I need a holiday, sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/29792472-1576041202400296761?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/1576041202400296761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=1576041202400296761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/1576041202400296761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/1576041202400296761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-i-didnt-see.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RsFi9QvcVRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_Koqt58ZimY/s72-c/innova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-2659776249403293716</id><published>2007-08-06T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:45:55.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, it takes a tragedy to make us realise that our time on this God created earth is never certain. One minute we'll be happily around, the next we're gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week, a close relative of my family went back home to the Lord after meeting with a road accident. It's still hard to accept the fact that he's no longer with us. To make matters worse, it's the way he went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The feeling of loss and sadness didn't really sink in when I first heard the news but only after we went down to Seremban to pay our last respect to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I walked up to the coffin, I started to choke with emotion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And when I saw his body lying motionless there, tears began to fill my eyes. It's so heart wrenching and saddening to see him lying there motionless knowing the fact that I'd only spoken to him over the phone 2 weeks back. I just can't believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The following 2 nights, everytime I close my eyes, vision of him lying there in the coffin and the whole entire accident that took his life kept playing in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also, memories of him bringing me to the movies, video game arcade, A&amp;W and etc when I was younger kept playing in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that really brought tears to my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This whole incident has taught me to cherish and love the ones around us, especially our loved ones because we never know what the future have installed for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest in Peace and Rejoice in The Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095518710329706514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RrbrRROPCBI/AAAAAAAAADg/awRn7vUo71g/s320/sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Ivan L.K.T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6th Sept 1965 - 2nd Aug 2007)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/29792472-2659776249403293716?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/2659776249403293716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=2659776249403293716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/2659776249403293716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/2659776249403293716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2007/08/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RrbrRROPCBI/AAAAAAAAADg/awRn7vUo71g/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-6947025398013546508</id><published>2007-07-29T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:05:19.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't You Just Hate It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a hot Sunday afternoon and I'm damn freaking hot. Obviusly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing beats a bowl of nice cold cendol on a day like this. Period. Too bad there aren't any cendol stalls around my area. I'll just have to settle for plain water for now. And a piece of banana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rqy6SROPB5I/AAAAAAAAACo/tE5XWbzsOFc/s1600-h/drooling_homer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092650101672707986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rqy6SROPB5I/AAAAAAAAACo/tE5XWbzsOFc/s200/drooling_homer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mmmmmm... cendol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, back to the main subject. Over the period of the past 2 weeks, 2 things happened to me that really irked me. In harsher words, pissed me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Incident #1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happened 2 weeks back as me and her were on our way to &lt;em&gt;PS boutique. &lt;/em&gt;As I was about to make a turning out from her place through a narrow alley, a stupid fucking Kancil was parked at the exit point at the other end. Even though it was not parked directly in the centre, it was still bloody blocking the way. &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="justify"&gt;I reckon the car belongs to one of the Malay joker sitting having a drink across the road at the &lt;em&gt;warung &lt;/em&gt;so I decided to honk a few times hoping to get the owner's attention and that he'll be considerate enough to come and move the car. But NO ONE came. Everyone just stopped drinking and chatting for a moment, looked towards my direction and didn't even bother doing anything. They then continued drinking and chatting away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After waiting in vain for 5 minutes, I had no choice but to reverse my car all the way to the entry point and use an alternative way out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;And cursing that SOB who'd parked his fucking car there.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think his brain is as small as his Kancil. I should have gotten down, wrote a note and put it on his wind screen. My note would have sounded something like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nak park kereta pun pakai la otak sikit babi setan!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On top of that, I was really hoping that I could just smash and wreck his damn car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092563609621301058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RqxrnxOPB0I/AAAAAAAAACA/-jQqUp6ErP4/s320/insidepix1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That Kancil would have ended up like this after I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, don't you just hate it when people park inconsiderately without giving a damn about other people just for their own convenience? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I do. Till this very moment, I'm still thinking of that bloody incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope I don't see that damn car again or &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;somebody's going to get a hurt.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Incident #2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just when you thought my night with stupid people were over, think again. As I was about to reach &lt;em&gt;PS Boutique, &lt;/em&gt;this bloody stupid taxi came out of no where and started tailgating me. Till the point of almost kissing my car's ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In most normal circumstances, I would just happily move a side and let that ass kissing joker pass. Or if it was a smaller CC car than mine *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cough*stupid damn Kancil*cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I would just smoke them and leave them trailing for good wanting more of my car's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092651617796163490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rqy7qhOPB6I/AAAAAAAAACw/KThkrCG8Olo/s320/Kiss-My-Butt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You go, Homer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As we were going downhill and there was a junction in front with traffic lights, I began to slow down to make sure there weren't any on coming cars from the left. Any sane drive will do the same. But our ass kissing joker taxi driver weren't as sane as me. He kept on tailgating me and honked when I stopped at the junction before turning out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That really pissed me off. After making my left turn, that fucker overtook me. He stared cock at me so I gave him back a dose of his own stare cock medicine. On top of that, I wanted to &lt;s&gt;give him a free verbal lesson&lt;/s&gt; say goodbye but he sped off before I could do so. Guess he was so scared till he peed in his pants and was speeding off to hug his mama. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't you just hate it when somebody tailgates you till the brink of kissing your ass, literally?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I do. Guess these tailgaters are like that idiotic taxi driver. Rushing home for some mama's milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I wanted get the Autobots' t-shirt but after those 2 incidents, I decided to plegde my alliance with the Decepticons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092648022908536690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rqy4ZROPB3I/AAAAAAAAACY/0fMqcpe4GK4/s320/megatron.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092645540417439586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rqy2IxOPB2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PCjdm0RmxkI/s320/megatron3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like Megatron now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And so I got myself a pair of Decepticons: Destroy t-shirt instead. She did too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yea, how could I forget... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't you just hate it when you can't have cendol on a bloody hot day? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092656144691693490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rqy_yBOPB7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/if7AXSagfVE/s320/homer_doh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-6947025398013546508?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/6947025398013546508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=6947025398013546508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/6947025398013546508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/6947025398013546508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-you-just-hate-it.html' title='Don&apos;t You Just Hate It'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/Rqy6SROPB5I/AAAAAAAAACo/tE5XWbzsOFc/s72-c/drooling_homer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-2166468817091813226</id><published>2007-07-21T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T03:09:23.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like what the title says... I'm back lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you all have been wondering where did I go for the like what, 7 months, I've actually been backpacking around South East Asia - alone. It was a really, really awesome once in a lifetime experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="510" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/back1.jpg" width="489" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got to meet new friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/back2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My new friends from Phillipines :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experienced new cultures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/merlion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How I wish it was true. In actual sense, I was just being plain lazy for the past 7 months. Sigh. Sad but true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a kind of disease that I have, where I'll start a blog, hang around for a few months (max a year or so) and then vanish from the blogsphere without a trace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now that's what I call the ultimate vanishing act. Beat that Mr. Houdini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's see what had happened in the past 7 months, hmmm. I'll just list down the few important events that had happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1) The female and I celebrated our 1st year anniversary together! How time flies. It seems that we had only just started. Here's to many more years to come, dear! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/fragipani1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2) Was blindfolded and kidnapped!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/blairwitch-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;...by the female on my 26th birthday &lt;em&gt;*cough*ahem*not many birthday pressies this year*cough*&lt;/em&gt; to a surprise birthday dinner party at Bangsar, organised by my parents. Now I know how a kidnapped victim feels when being blindfolded and taken on a terror ride! 0_O And how could I forget the romantic special night out with the female :) Love you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3) Got to watch Transformers! The movie was awesome and it's my movie of the year. In fact, to me, it's the best ever movie made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nuff said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/prime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/bumblebee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Autobots, transform and roll out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And she's HOT! *ssssss...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;LOTR can &lt;em&gt;simpan kulit &lt;/em&gt;di lah&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Oh, you LOTR fans disagrees and are not happy? Sue me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Think that's about it for now lah. It's 3am already. Brain juice running dry, can't think of what to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-2166468817091813226?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/2166468817091813226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=2166468817091813226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/2166468817091813226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/2166468817091813226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back-fatter-and-meaner.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-5662730414724912874</id><published>2006-12-17T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:18:21.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus4u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kinda busy of late with my new project, &lt;a href="http://www.jesus-4u.com"&gt;www.jesus-4u.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jesus-4u.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009403309745057250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RYT5xO4FLeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1Efhhq46mLE/s200/jesus4u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Initially, my plan for starting this site is to try my luck in designing and selling customized apparels and merchandises as a part time hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, something inside of me told me to use the site to bring in the believers and non-believers alike to a meeting point where the God's word and love can be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Testimonies and Creative Corner section where anyone can share their testimonies and creative works with us all. Just email them to me and I'll be more than happy to post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, no point keeping your testimonies to yourself. Use it as a powerful tool to spread the word and love of God to the unbelievers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure whether will this site be a success or not but I'm just obeying the Man above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So people, I really need all the support from you guys to help me promote it to your friends, both believers and non-believers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Would really appreciate it if you guys would be kind enough to allow me to put a banner that links to my site in your blog/website. You're free to copy any one of the the banners below and hyperlink it to &lt;a href="http://www.jesus-4u.com"&gt;www.jesus-4u.com&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jesus-4u.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009404293292568050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RYT6qe4FLfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/auYJJU1NGtI/s320/jesus4u_banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jesus-4u.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009404495156030978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RYT62O4FLgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IuCrprKDPKo/s320/jesus4u_banner2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Please do check out the site at &lt;a href="http://www.jesus-4u.com"&gt;www.jesus-4u.com&lt;/a&gt;. It's very much still in progress so please be patient as I get more ideas and inspirations on what to do next. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thanks a million and God bless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-5662730414724912874?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/5662730414724912874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=5662730414724912874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/5662730414724912874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/5662730414724912874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/12/jesus4u.html' title='Jesus4u'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3L6zPIENCGM/RYT5xO4FLeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1Efhhq46mLE/s72-c/jesus4u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-1628315582258718689</id><published>2006-12-06T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:17:25.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is The Way You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was at the &lt;em&gt;pasar malam &lt;/em&gt;in SS2 with the female on Monday, which now seems to be our weekly ritual to &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sas-tify&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;our cravings for bubble tea, &lt;em&gt;apam balik&lt;/em&gt;, fried chicken gizzards and much more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As we were walking, we passed this stall selling children educational vcds/dvds. They were playing this program on a portable dvd player which was a sing along showing a boy washing up in the bathroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is the way you brush your teeth, brush your teeth, brush your teeth..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, fine. What's the big deal you might be thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just after we had passed the stall, we heard this next tune:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is the way you &lt;strong&gt;CUM&lt;/strong&gt; your hair, &lt;strong&gt;CUM&lt;/strong&gt; your hair, &lt;strong&gt;CUM&lt;/strong&gt; your hair..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was like WTF. The female was like WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She asked, "Don't you think that sounds, er, so wrong?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, we carried on with our eating adventure. Oh yea, after buying our 2nd round of bubble tea, I stopped by this stall selling fake jerseys, which I'd wanted to stopped by to check out for a long time but just didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a &lt;strong&gt;sucker&lt;/strong&gt; for fake jerseys. I think I've a total of 4 jerseys at home now and only 1 of them is an original. That also was a gift. The other 3 fakeys were imported from Petaling Street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My philosophy is, why buy an original, which is like &lt;strong&gt;10 times&lt;/strong&gt; more expensive? They look &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;exactly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the same. The only difference is the material used, which doesn't bother me at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They don't have much variety there but nonetheless, I bought 2 pairs of fakeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, I didn't buy Man Utd's or Holland's (which they don't have) but Juve's away and Barca's home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Juve's was for me while Barca's was for my lil' bro, which I'll of course wear once in a while, muahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stall was our last stop at the &lt;em&gt;pasar malam. &lt;/em&gt;Headed back to the &lt;strong&gt;comfort&lt;/strong&gt; of my car to feast on our food. As we were eating happily, this car tried a reverse parking in front of me and knocked my car because we felt a bump in the car. So I got down to inspect and thank God there wasn't any dents or scratches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This &lt;em&gt;pakcik &lt;/em&gt;came down and didn't know what had happened when I confronted him. He smiled at me as I walked towards him with my fierce gangster cum taliban look. Told him he knocked my car while reversing and he said, "Eh, mana ada?" still smiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heloooo, if you didn't knocked my car then why did we feel a bump?! Earthquake ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What the hell was his reverse sensors for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to f*** him nicely but since my car was ok, I told him it's ok. Went back into the car and carried on with our in-car dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is the way you CUM your hair, CUM your hair, CUM your hair..." &lt;/em&gt;*humming to the tune*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ARGHHH. Can't get the damn song out of my head! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-1628315582258718689?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/1628315582258718689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=1628315582258718689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/1628315582258718689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/1628315582258718689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-way-you.html' title='This Is The Way You...'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-2139177026345950320</id><published>2006-12-04T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T11:50:53.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bibg44BKnh8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bibg44BKnh8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys and girls, just spare a moment and watch this MTV. It won't take long and you won't regret it, this I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder for a moment the love of God for all of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood before creation&lt;br /&gt;Eternity within Your hand&lt;br /&gt;You spoke all life into motion&lt;br /&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood before my failure&lt;br /&gt;Carried the Cross for my shame&lt;br /&gt;My sin weighed upon Your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I say&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;But offer this heart O God&lt;br /&gt;Completely to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll walk upon salvation&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit alive in me&lt;br /&gt;This life to declare Your promise&lt;br /&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;With arms high and heart abandoned&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the One who gave it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;My soul Lord to You surrendered&lt;br /&gt;All I am is Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me Your heart&lt;br /&gt;Show me Your way&lt;br /&gt;Show me Your glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-2139177026345950320?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/2139177026345950320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=2139177026345950320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/2139177026345950320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/2139177026345950320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/12/stand.html' title='The Stand'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-7647423221598937346</id><published>2006-12-04T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:58:18.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1,000 Milestone!</title><content type='html'>Finally, my blog has achieved the 1,000 visitors milestone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to thank all the readers who had been visiting my blog since day one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that this will actually give me the motivation to continue on blogging :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the next 1,000 visitors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, thanks again and GOD bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-7647423221598937346?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/7647423221598937346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=7647423221598937346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/7647423221598937346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/7647423221598937346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/12/1000-milestone.html' title='1,000 Milestone!'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-5507109386738350619</id><published>2006-12-01T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:58:52.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Inside Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems that the current fave Christian song is Hillsongs' &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'From The Inside Out'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; judging from the number of people I know mentioning or writing something about it on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, this song is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;undeniably&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a very, very annoited and meaningful song to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even listening to the song right now as I'm writing this entry. And this is the 4th time I'm listening to it in a row! Just couldn't get enough of it. It's just those kinda songs that you'll never get bored of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was browsing through &lt;a href="http://god-is-gracious-.blogspot.com"&gt;John Tan's&lt;/a&gt; blog earlier and he'd actually inserted the MTV of the song there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that actually gave me the idea to put one in my blog too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope you don't mind ya for copying that idea, John? (if you're reading this) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, I feel that the more of us blogger having this MTV in our blogs is actually a very good way to &lt;strong&gt;evangelist&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;spread&lt;/strong&gt; the love of God throughout the world via the blogsphere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/john316.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never know what kinda impact it'll have on certain individuals whom are facing some challenging situations in their life at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/thinking.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and be blessed by our Mighty God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nN7b8BC65eg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nN7b8BC65eg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times I've failed&lt;br /&gt;Still Your mercy remains And should I stumble again&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your will above all else&lt;br /&gt;My purpose remains&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing myself&lt;br /&gt;In bringing You praise&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart and my soul&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give You control&lt;br /&gt;Consume me from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord let justice and praise&lt;br /&gt;Become my embrace&lt;br /&gt;To love you from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;And the cry of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is to bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord my soul cries out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-5507109386738350619?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/5507109386738350619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=5507109386738350619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/5507109386738350619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/5507109386738350619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/12/from-inside-out.html' title='From The Inside Out'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-116481927741074237</id><published>2006-11-30T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:54:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When You Thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sure most of you guys have heard about OSIM iGallop, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/iGallop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OSIM iGallop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget the rather suggestive (or obscene in other words) advertisement on TV, especially during the World Cup season. Till this day, I'm still wondering and trying to figure out how did it slipped through the ever snipping scissors of the TV Editorial Board. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/svYtD983qts"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/svYtD983qts" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For those who hasn't seen the TV ad before, enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, just when you thought that was obscene, wait till you see this Donald Duck kiddie ride. You might be thinking what so obscene about a kiddie ride, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a look at this picture and let me know what do you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/baddesign.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Donald seems to be enjoying himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WTF are the designers thinking lah?! Are they some sick perverts or paedhophiles? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ISH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-116481927741074237?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/116481927741074237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=116481927741074237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116481927741074237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116481927741074237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-when-you-thought.html' title='Just When You Thought...'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-116442696184641795</id><published>2006-11-25T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:56:02.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet &amp; Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmm, it has been a while since I last blogged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually I was &lt;strong&gt;hibernating&lt;/strong&gt; throughout the long, cold, rainy season that has been sweeping throughout Malaysia for the past month. *brrrrr*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/rain2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, ok. That's just some lame ass excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, I confess. I was just plain &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to update lah ok! Brain juice running dry di. Suprisingly though since everywhere and everything had been wet and wild lately, hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/wet2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to United Live's Concert last night at SIBKL with the female. We had a really&lt;strong&gt; awesome&lt;/strong&gt; time praising and worshipping God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, there were a few &lt;strong&gt;drawbacks&lt;/strong&gt; of the concert that I would like to highlight:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had to pay &lt;strong&gt;RM20&lt;/strong&gt; for the tickets! This is supposed to be an evangelistic event, therefore I feel that it should be &lt;strong&gt;FOC&lt;/strong&gt; to draw in the non-believers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had to climb up &lt;strong&gt;5 storeys&lt;/strong&gt; to reach the hall. What are the lifts for?! I didn't pay RM20 for a cardio workout and sauna session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The hall was overcrowded. Felt that concert should have been spreaded to 2 nights instead of 1 night. We were seated at the balcony and the whole place was like trembling especially during the fast songs. Everyone was like jumping up and down. I was so damn bloody afraid that balcony would &lt;strong&gt;collapse&lt;/strong&gt;! No thanks to Discovery Channel for showing me a documentary on some weak building structures that collapsed due to overcrowding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But all in all, it was a really good concert. I'm pretty sure alot of people, especially young people, both believers and non-believers were &lt;strong&gt;touched&lt;/strong&gt; by the presence and annointing of God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories&lt;/strong&gt; of our church's very own evangelistic concert in Baguio, Phillipines came flooding back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Guess the young people over there in Baguio had the same good time me and the female had last night. And crying out for God wholeheartedly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/baguio.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With the young people of Tip Top Church in Baguio, Phillipines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh yea, I was singing out of tune most of the time but do I care? NO! I know God doesn't care abit at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The female's current fave song, 'From The Inside Out' was performed last night. I'm sure she was very happy hearing it live. Such a meaningful song. Despite of our failures and shortcomings, we were reminded that God is always there for us, rain or shine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-116442696184641795?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/116442696184641795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=116442696184641795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116442696184641795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116442696184641795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/11/wet-wild.html' title='Wet &amp; Wild'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-116253096384805753</id><published>2006-11-03T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:04:00.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried Teh Tarik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read with great interest a couple of days back about this new fast food which is making headlines in the US - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fried Coke&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohhhhh, fried co...WHAT?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coke was meant to be &lt;strong&gt;drank&lt;/strong&gt; in the first place. Not fried. DUH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who in the world would want to eat fried coke? Not enough of fast food to feed the Americans meh? And I wonder why so many Americans are so &lt;strong&gt;obese.&lt;/strong&gt; Not condemning anyone here but stating &lt;strong&gt;facts&lt;/strong&gt; loh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, the inventor, a computer analyst from Dallas, Abel Gonzalez had tried about 15 different varieties before coming up with his perfect recipe, i.e. a batter mix made with Coke syrup, a drizzle of strawberry syrup and some strawberries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The balls of the batter are then deep fried till golden brown, ending up like ping-pong ball sized doughnuts which are then serverd in a cup, topped with Coke syrup, whipped cream, cinnamon sugar and a cherry on top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dethroner.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/fried-coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/deepfriedcoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fried Coke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, ok. It does sound kinda tasty. And looks tasty too. Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT I still &lt;strong&gt;can't &lt;/strong&gt;accept the fact that how could someone fry Coke! It's just not right. Coke is the &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;drink in the world so it's meant to be drank. Period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since some smart guy from Dallas can invent something like that, I'll invent my own version of fast food. Just for Malaysians :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fried &lt;em&gt;Teh Tarik.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, mix a batter comprising of &lt;strong&gt;freshly pulled&lt;/strong&gt;, hot &lt;em&gt;teh tarik&lt;/em&gt; with some flour and lotsa condensed milk and sugar (you can reduce the amount of condensed milk and sugar if you like your &lt;em&gt;teh tarik &lt;/em&gt;to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'kurang manis'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/sugarmilk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imported condensed milk from Aussie ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once the batter is done, make some balls out of the batter, maybe the size of &lt;strong&gt;golf balls? &lt;/strong&gt;But it's up to you lah. If you have a big mouth and like to eat big balls then make it bigger loh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/golfballs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My batter looks very realistic, don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deep fry the balls till &lt;strong&gt;golden brown&lt;/strong&gt;. Serve them in a &lt;em&gt;teh tarik&lt;/em&gt; glass while still hot and crispy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/friedtehtarik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Serve while hot and crispy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drizzle a generous amount of condensed milk on top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And for presentation purpose, you can place half a cherry on top. Or better still, half a &lt;em&gt;'limau' &lt;/em&gt;from your &lt;em&gt;teh o' ais limau. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/limau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Top it off with a &lt;em&gt;limau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, my innovative snack for my fellow Malaysians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Try it! You'll love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once you've tasted it, you'll tell &lt;em&gt;Laura&lt;/em&gt;, I mean Jono you love it! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-116253096384805753?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/116253096384805753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=116253096384805753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116253096384805753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116253096384805753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/11/fried-teh-tarik.html' title='Fried Teh Tarik'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-116246402773724409</id><published>2006-11-02T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:54:06.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MRI Scan - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went for the MRI Scan this morning with her. Thanks for accompanying me, dear :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scan was scheduled for 9am but we were there like 40 minutes earlier! What to do, I don't and never liked to be late. Left my place round 7.35am to pick her up. Reason why I wanted to go so early was because I didn't want to get caught in Federal Highway's rush hour traffic. But surprisingly, the traffic was rather smooth. That was why we reached the hospital so early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since we were early, we had to wait for the Radiologist Department to open (which was at 9am). She brought some books so we could kill some time while waiting. I was handed a cooking book for 'some particular reason', hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, registered myself round 9.10am and I was asked a series of questions to verify that I'm fit and able to go for the scan. Round 10 minutes later, one of the staff called out my name and told me it was my turn. She led me inside and into a locker area where I was asked to strip naked, oops, I mean, everything except my underwear and change into a lovely, peach coloured robe (still looks pink to me, dear!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Image005_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The patient was kinda shy wearing that lovely robe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After around 1o minutes of wait, I was led into the scanning room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Image006_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brainwashing chamber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And brainwashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I writing this post? Who are you people? Who am I? .....?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, just playing. Yes, yes,I know it's kind of lame. So what? Sue me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the room, I was asked to lie down and told that the whole process will take roughly 20 minutes and it's going to be very noisy, like a train?! So she gave me a set of headphone to help reduce the noise intake and also an emergency control button to press for help if and when necessary. And she left me. All alone inside the machine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first, it was quite quiet so I decided to close my eyes and tried to just relax and pray in tongues. But after a few minutes, the noises started to kick in. That's one bloody expensive noisy machine I tell you. There were different kind of noises during different periods, e.g. radio tuning, alarm buzzer, road building, a slow moving train and etc. So she was right after all about the 'noisy like a train' remark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After approximately 15 minutes or so, she came back in and released me from the torture machine. As mentioned in my earlier post, I'd to pay &lt;strong&gt;RM 925&lt;/strong&gt; for the bloody noise torture, sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brought my scan result to the orthopaedic doctor and he confirmed that I'd torn ligmanent. &lt;a href="http://www.sportsinjuryclinic.net/cybertherapist/front/knee/anteriorcruciate.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL)&lt;/a&gt; that is. Had a minor torn meniscus as well but it wasn't as serious as the torn ACL. And thanks to these injuries, my left knee is now weaken and cannot be over stressed or else I'll hurt and worsen the injury. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently according to him, footballers like Ruud van Nistelrooy, Ronaldo and Michael Owen had the same injury before as well. At least I now know that I've something in common with these famous footballers. So this makes me famous as well I suppose? =:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He told me that it's adviceable for me to do a micro surgery to replace the ligament with another one which will be extracted from somewhere around the same knee. The whole surgery will take around 2 hours. Him explaining the whole surgery procedure to sent chills down my spine 0_O'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh, you'll need to make a hole here and here and here... We'll only cut this part to extract the ligament... This hole is for the light source so that we can see the inside.."  (?!?!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The way the doctor explained to me was as if it was damn fun for him loh, like looking forward to cutting me up, sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, he told me that it is not a must to perform the surgery but very much adviseable because I'm still young. Better to do it now rather than suffering from any knee complexities when I get older. He asked me to think about it carefully first and there's no rush as the surgery can be performed as and when I feel that I'm ready for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the meantime, he wants me to attend some physiotherapy sessions to help strenghten my left knee. I was sent down to the Rehabilitation Department for that purpose where I was briefed on some basic exercises and workouts to help strengthen my knee. Besides that, I was also required to wear a hinged knee braces, which will provide  the best support for the knee. It contains metal reinforcements in the sides which are connected by a hinge in the middle. This provides excellent lateral support to protect the medial and lateral ligaments and knee joint in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, this support can't guarantee protection to the anterior cruciate ligament as it only requires just a few degrees of twisting to damage it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The braces are imported from US and cost me RM 185!!! There goes more of my money flying away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Image011_a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My RM 185  imported Oppo hinged knee braces from US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Image009_a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oppo ought to pay me for advertising for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to dear, the braces looks like an astronaut from this angle?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Image010_a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, to me, from a certain angle it looked like a...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Image008_a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll just let your imagination go wild :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Overall, I'd spent almost RM 1,300 today alone at Sunway Medical Centre. Woohoo!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-116246402773724409?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/116246402773724409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=116246402773724409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116246402773724409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116246402773724409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/11/mri-scan-part-2.html' title='MRI Scan - Part 2'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-116235824704833509</id><published>2006-11-01T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:17:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm, actually...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* Writer's Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erm, actually ah... the MRI Scan is scheduled for &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow morning&lt;/strong&gt; (Thursday - 2nd Nov 2006) instead of today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess I was too eager to get it all done and find out what exactly is the problem with my knee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For all the well wishers, I would like to thank you guys &amp; gals for all the prayers and concerns shown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will keep you people posted once I get my result tomorrow late afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till then, God bless and have a nice day ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-116235824704833509?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/116235824704833509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=116235824704833509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116235824704833509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116235824704833509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/11/erm-actually.html' title='Erm, actually...'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-116219662378781103</id><published>2006-10-30T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:23:46.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MRI Scan - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of you people know that I've a knee injury which dates back to more than &lt;strong&gt;2 years&lt;/strong&gt; back. It's my &lt;strong&gt;left &lt;/strong&gt;knee and I'd injured it during futsal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because of the injury, I can't play like I used to. Have to play at a &lt;strong&gt;slower pace&lt;/strong&gt; and in a more &lt;strong&gt;relaxed&lt;/strong&gt; way. No more robust challenges, turns and dribbles. Just have to stick with the basic stuffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't really &lt;strong&gt;bother&lt;/strong&gt; about it for the last 2 years thinking that it would just heal and go off by itself. But I was &lt;strong&gt;dead wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. More than 2 years on and the injury &lt;strong&gt;remains&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I decided to go to Sunway Medical Centre to see an orthopedic a couple of weeks back and the doctor suspected that I'd a &lt;strong&gt;torn ligament&lt;/strong&gt;, which I'd also actually thought so myself too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How I got it was simple. Follow these simple steps and you'll land yourself a torn knee ligament:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dribble the ball as if you're&lt;strong&gt; Ronaldinho&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you see an opponent in front of you, do a quick &lt;strong&gt;180 degrees&lt;/strong&gt; turn while standing on your left leg. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your left leg must be &lt;strong&gt;straight&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;rooted&lt;/strong&gt; to the pitch. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While you turn, make sure you hear your a "POP" from your knee. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And there you go, you've got yourself a torn ligament. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's simple so try it yourself! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/ronaldinho.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I can do it and tear my ligament, you can too! It's simple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The doctor wants me to go for a &lt;a href="http://www.netdoctor.co.uk/health_advice/examinations/mriscan.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MRI Scan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;so he can determine what's the exact problem with my knee. According to him, there are 2 possible alternatives for me to fix the problem, either &lt;strong&gt;surgery&lt;/strong&gt; (?!) or &lt;strong&gt;physiotherapy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Physiotherapy would definitely be my prefered option but it'll take a longer period of time while surgery though costlier, would be a faster way to fix it. But the thought of having my knee &lt;strong&gt;cut open&lt;/strong&gt; is, er...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The MRI Scan is scheduled for this Wednesday and I'll know the result of the extend of the injury and as well as which alternative would be best for me to fix it once and for all by the end of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea, the scan will cost be a whopping &lt;strong&gt;RM 925!!! &lt;/strong&gt; o_0''  Woohooo!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh... Can't complain much. Better fix it now while I'm still &lt;strong&gt;young&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So till Wednesday, stay tuned for Part 2...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-116219662378781103?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/116219662378781103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=116219662378781103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116219662378781103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116219662378781103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/10/mri-scan-part-1.html' title='MRI Scan - Part 1'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-116099419518418675</id><published>2006-10-16T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:02:19.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got saman yesterday morning! Sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not a very good way to start off my Monday I would say. Must be the curse of last Friday the 13th o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a meeting yesterday morning and the parking inside the building was full so I'd no choice but to park by the roadside just across my meeting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the place where I parked (roadside) was obstructing the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what suprises me is that the car behind mine, which was there wayyy earlier before me didn't get any saman at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That traffic police must be blind or something. Or maybe he was given some 'buka puasa allowance'. Hmmm. Conspiracy theory sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to Balai Polis Petaling Jaya to try and appeal so I don't have to pay so much. I understand that the normal saman for my kinda offence is around the region of RM 70 - RM 100. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I approached one of the policewoman at the counter and told her I wanted to appeal for a lesser saman. She asked me to go to a corner of the room and write a letter of appeal to submit. And so I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Malay wasn't that good so this was what I wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rayuan (16th Oct 2006)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya, Johnathan Teh Boon Tzen (IC: ________) ingin membuat rayuan untuk saman yang saya dapat pagi ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebab saya saya &lt;em&gt;'park'&lt;/em&gt; kereta saya di tepi jalan adalah kerana &lt;em&gt;'parking' &lt;/em&gt;di Bangunan Takaful Ikhlas penuh. Saya hanya park untuk 10 minit sahaja kerana saya perlu turun untuk ambil dokumen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was passing my letter to her, I told her my written Malay wasn't that good. She said it was ok because it was just for record purposes and asked me to go over to the payment counter to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank God she didn't read it. If she did, I'm sure she'll be laughing her tudung off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I went over to the payment counter, hoping that I don't have to pay a&lt;strong&gt; 3 digit saman&lt;/strong&gt;. I held my breathe as the lady opened her mouth with her hand extended to ask for the payment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM 50.&lt;/strong&gt; Phew. I breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and I still had the cheek to ask, "Kak, tak boleh kurang lagi ke?" :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok lah, I mean at least I didn't have to pay RM 100. But overall, it was a very &lt;strong&gt;expensive&lt;/strong&gt; price to pay for 45 minutes of parking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Saman_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Saman_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moral of the stroy: Always appeal for your traffic samans. It works. And of course, don't simply-simply park your car anywhere you like ok! Very expensive.&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/29792472-116099419518418675?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/116099419518418675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=116099419518418675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116099419518418675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/116099419518418675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-blue.html' title='Monday Blue'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115995138681101503</id><published>2006-10-04T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:32:43.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Ballack Spotted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sure most of us knows who's &lt;strong&gt;Michael Ballack&lt;/strong&gt;, the German international footballer who'd recently signed for Chelsea on a free transfer from German giant, Bayern Munich this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was reported that his salary at Chelsea is estimated at a staggering &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;£130,000 per week&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which is equivalent to &lt;strong&gt;RM 910,000!!!&lt;/strong&gt; 0_o &lt;em&gt;phew...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top off that, he gets &lt;strong&gt;bonuses&lt;/strong&gt; as well (goals, assists and wins). Is that easy money or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be more than happy to just be a &lt;strong&gt;benchwarmer&lt;/strong&gt; at Chelsea and getting that kinda &lt;em&gt;moolah &lt;/em&gt;week in, week out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be laughing my way to the bank! MUAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to reality... and my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;measly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;monthly salary :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch earlier, I spotted someone rather familiar in black. As I moved closer to get a better view, it's confirmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Michael Ballack alrite! Yup, the multi million dollar Chelsea midfielder himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But wait a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was he doing there in the coffeeshop when he should be enjoying his posh lifestyle in London? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was squatting down at the back of the coffeeshop looking rather miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I approached him and asked, "Hey Michael, what are you doing here, man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/ballack4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bloody snobbish German!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "You blind ah? Can you see I'm working here or not?! Don't kacau lah!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/ballack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/ballack2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ballack was busy washing dishes when I approached him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugger! I was trying to be nice and polite but the way he reacted was exactly like his boss lah, i.e. Jose Mourinho. &lt;em&gt;Action betul!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The million dollar question is: Why is Ballack washing dishes in a coffeeshop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Chelsea not paying him the speculated £130,000 weekly so he had to do part time dish washing to make ends mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We'll never know. But I'll try and ask him again the next time I see him. If he's still working in that coffeeshop that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And not as &lt;em&gt;action &lt;/em&gt;as this afternoon! Stooopid German!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/29792472-115995138681101503?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115995138681101503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115995138681101503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115995138681101503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115995138681101503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/10/michael-ballack-spotted.html' title='Michael Ballack Spotted!'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115988710643983514</id><published>2006-10-03T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:04:51.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Banged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On my way home earlier, my car got banged from the back! KNN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was at the traffic light and it was &lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;. I looked at the rear view mirror and saw this Proton Wira at the back of me. The driver was just looking around while waiting for the light to turn green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was &lt;strong&gt;minding&lt;/strong&gt; my own business and humming to the tune on my CD player... BANG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People, guess what was my first reaction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yup you guessed right. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... And for answering correctly, you get &lt;u&gt;NOTHING&lt;/u&gt;. You think what? Game show ah? Who Wants to be a Millionaire ah? &lt;em&gt;Sheeesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I got down from my car to inspect the damage. I thought the damage was quite bad because the impact that I felt was kinda &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That idiot also got down after seeing me got down and at first he looked quite&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;stunned to say anything. I mean what can he say lah? &lt;strong&gt;He's at&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fault!&lt;/strong&gt; SOB! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first thing he said to me was? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhh, quite close but that's not the answer that I'm looking for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The correct answer is...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"I'm sorry, man".&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He kept saying that to me and I didn't even gave a fuck about him. Was more worried about my bumper. Thank God the bumper was still intact with only some scratches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a few minutes of listening to him say "I'm sorry man", I turned around &lt;strong&gt;coolly&lt;/strong&gt; and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Really didn't know what was in that idiot's mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since it was just some scratches, I decided to &lt;strong&gt;spare&lt;/strong&gt; him some &lt;strong&gt;grace&lt;/strong&gt;. After all, Pastor Joshua had always taught us to practise grace as and when possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I said to him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ahhh, what a fine gentleman I am. I even smiled sweetly at him while saying it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, if this were to happen before I'd come to know &lt;strong&gt;Jesus as my Lord and Saviour&lt;/strong&gt;, the situation would have been very different. Very different indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would have really fucked him up nicely. Real nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This could have happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/me3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is a toned down version. Could have been more brutal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aren't you glad that I've Jesus in my life? You can too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Accept Him into your life now and you'll see miraculous changes in yourself and life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used to be a &lt;strong&gt;bloody hot tempered&lt;/strong&gt; person but it has all changed since I'd Him in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;110% satisfaction guaranteed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you wish to find out more, you are free to visit my church's (Renewal Lutheran Church) website &lt;a href="http://oasisofcare.org" target="_blank"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh... To the idiot that banged me, God bless and have a nice day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-115988710643983514?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115988710643983514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115988710643983514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115988710643983514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115988710643983514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-banged.html' title='Got Banged!'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115935110754816021</id><published>2006-09-27T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:35:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onychomycosis Attack?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As most of you guys should know by now, I've &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'pretty'&lt;/em&gt; toe nails&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't jealous ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote an entry about my toe nails last month with the title &lt;a href="http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/08/morning-orgasm.html"&gt;'Morning Orgasm'&lt;/a&gt;. Go read and check out some photos of my &lt;em&gt;'pretty'&lt;/em&gt; toe nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a research on the internet today and found out that I actually have fungal infection on my toe nails. I think so lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FCUK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the symptoms kinda &lt;strong&gt;matches &lt;/strong&gt;some of my toe nails' conditions, sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some symptoms are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nails may look brownish, yellowish, with little white patches. Some may even be brown or black. (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bits of "gunk" or debris (small bits of dirt, skin and residue) may collect under your nails. (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your nails may &lt;strong&gt;smell bad&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Erm... checked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Toenails may get so thick that wearing shoes cause pain. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Discomfort from the infection may make it hard to walk, work, or do other activities. The daily task of putting on socks or stockings can even become difficult. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This condition is called Onychomycosis (pronounced as on-i-ko-mi-KO-sis), in which is caused by an active, live fungus called dermatophytes (pronounced as der-mah-to-fites). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/toenails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Such&lt;em&gt; 'pretty'&lt;/em&gt; toe nails :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The infection actually eats the skin and nail so it can continue growing and may spread to other nails!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I'm sure the infection may haven taken hold because I'd &lt;strong&gt;stubbed&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;damaged&lt;/strong&gt; my toe nails during footie sessions. It must have gave the fungus (&lt;em&gt;ewww&lt;/em&gt;) an opening to get under my nails and grow! (&lt;em&gt;ewww ewww&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/toe_cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess it's time to visit the doctor already. Might need to &lt;strong&gt;pull&lt;/strong&gt; those infected nails out, sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wonder will the nail extraction session give me an &lt;strong&gt;orgasm&lt;/strong&gt; as well? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-115935110754816021?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115935110754816021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115935110754816021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115935110754816021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115935110754816021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/onychomycosis-attack.html' title='Onychomycosis Attack?'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115873383969647804</id><published>2006-09-20T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:15:08.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. X, Part II: Can I Borrow RM 500?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boys and girls, remember &lt;a href="http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-x.html"&gt;Mr. X&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The ex-client of mine who'd sent me weird-weird messages early in the morning and in the end said wanted to offer me a job? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I met up with him at Mid Valley that evening, sat down at a cafe, he bought me a drink, talked cock abit and he offered me a job with quite an &lt;strong&gt;interesting&lt;/strong&gt; salary package and benefits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to him, he has an office in Singapore and he's setting up a few more offices regionally, most notably in Thailand and Burma and my job is to be in charged of all IT projects and as well as some business development work, I think. May need me to &lt;strong&gt;travel regionally&lt;/strong&gt; once in a while too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sounds damn tempting sial. Don't you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really thought God had finally &lt;strong&gt;answered&lt;/strong&gt; my prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He messaged me again last Saturday after the Planet Shakers' concert in my church, &lt;a href="http://oasisofcare.org"&gt;RLC&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this was what happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. X:&lt;/strong&gt; John, need a personal favour from you. Urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jonoteh:&lt;/strong&gt; Wat isit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few minutes later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. X:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm bailing out my fren and I'm short of RM 500. Can you borrow me first and I'll pay you back on Monday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my mind I was thinking, "&lt;strong&gt;FCUK off man&lt;/strong&gt;. You think I'm a waterfish isit? Offer me a job and expect me to borrow you RM 500! KNN!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sounds more like a con job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I replied, politely:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jonoteh:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think it's a good idea. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was the last time I heard from him. He did not reply me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever. Like I care lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He can take back his 'job offer' and stick it back up his arse for all I care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And he still &lt;strong&gt;owes&lt;/strong&gt; me for the hosting plan he bought from me last Wednesday. &lt;strong&gt;Babi setan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since he needs some money, maybe I should introduce some &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/underground-community-services.html"&gt;'tai kohs &amp; tai lohs'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to him loh hor? Do him abit of &lt;strong&gt;favour&lt;/strong&gt; lah since he bought me a drink the other day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Took the trouble and initiative to do some research and I think this is the best company for him to go to for financial help since he needs it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Introducing, &lt;strong&gt;Money Lender Sdn Bhd!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/moneylender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The name of the company says it all lah. Go ahead, Mr. X, give them a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, all dealings are &lt;strong&gt;legitimate&lt;/strong&gt; and will be treated with &lt;strong&gt;confidentiality&lt;/strong&gt; woh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We'll see lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But if he doesn't pay back in time, sigh. All the best to him lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/loansharks2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wouldn't want this to happen to Mr. X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-115873383969647804?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115873383969647804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115873383969647804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115873383969647804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115873383969647804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-x-part-ii-can-i-borrow-rm-500.html' title='Mr. X, Part II: Can I Borrow RM 500?'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115864391153159429</id><published>2006-09-19T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:05:01.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tmie Wstanig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Snice I hvae ntohnig bteter to do, I wlil do tihs jsut to wstae smoe tmie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nmae is Jhanthaon. I am a mlae. I hvae a piar of hnads, lges, eeys and a nsoe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not frtgoetnig, I aslo hvae a piar of gangtiic bllas! Tehy porudces aolt of tsoterenosoe. Taht is why I am so hiray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jlaeuos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deos aynnoe udnesrnatd waht the fcuk taht I am wiritng hree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tihs pthoo has ntohnig to do wtih tihs ertny. Jsut put for fun olny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvae a ncie day! :)&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/29792472-115864391153159429?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115864391153159429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115864391153159429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115864391153159429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115864391153159429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/tmie-wstanig.html' title='Tmie Wstanig'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115830071503245668</id><published>2006-09-15T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:15:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Asked God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked God for a friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave me you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked God for a minute with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/watches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave me a day with you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked God for love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/john316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave me not only His Son but you as well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked God for an angel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave me you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/29792472-115830071503245668?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115830071503245668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115830071503245668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115830071503245668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115830071503245668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-asked-god.html' title='I Asked God'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115814284400753203</id><published>2006-09-13T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T10:31:15.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acts of Revenge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nSomething caught my attention yesterday when I was paying for my &lt;em&gt;teh o ais &lt;/em&gt;at the mamak restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was the front page of one of our local Malay newspaper, i.e. &lt;em&gt;Utusan Malaysia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/?action=view&amp;current=stingray.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/stingray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The article can be found &lt;a href="http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/content.asp?y=2006&amp;amp;dt=0913&amp;pub=Utusan_Malaysia&amp;amp;sec=Muka_Hadapan&amp;pg=mh_03.htm" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was in Malay so I'll try my best to translate it to English :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crocodile Hunter's Fan killed 10 stingrays as a revenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SYDNEY 12th Sept - A fan who wanted to seek revenge for the death of popular wildlife TV personality, Steve Irwin was believed to have killed up to 10 stingrays and cutting of their barbed tails (I added the 'barbed' in to make it sound nicer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irwin, 44, famous for his daredevil acts in the Crocodile Hunter programmes on Discovery Channel (not Animal Planet meh?!) was killed last week after being pierced by the barbed tail of a stingray to the heart while doing an underwater shoot at the Great Barrier Reef. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since his death, the authorities reported that about 10 stingrays were found death at Queensland beach, which was the home of Irwin as well as the Australia Zoo, reports national news agent, AAP today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dana Wildlife Warrior's Executive Director, Michael Hornby, who is also a close friend of Irwin said, the killings could be an act of revenge for the death of Irwin and it was totally against Irwin's believes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We would like to stress that we do not support any acts of revenge. This is far from what Irwin had wanted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Stingrays are beautiful animals (and nice to eat as well, mmmm...) and they play an important role for the nature. I hope everyone understands that we need to protect the wildlifes. This has been what Irwin had been fighting for all these while," he added. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The animal welfare manager at the Fisheries Department, Rick Symons said, his people are investigating the incident and the perpetrator will be sued should he or she be found guilty over the brutality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erm, what do you think of my translation? I think I did not too bad lah, haha. At least it's understandable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's amazing what some people will do in order to seek revenge for the death of their idols. I mean, come on lah, the stingray which killed the Croc Hunter was just defending itself because it felt threaten by the presence of him. It's just a natural reaction, a defense mechanism which God had given them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But it was really sad the way he died. I enjoyed his shows alot on Animal Planet and I'm sure I'm not the only one saying this. Millions of fans worldwide would agree with me on this, confirm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just one of those freak accidents that does happen every now and then. Who would have thought he would be killed by a bloody stingray?! &lt;strong&gt;Crikey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first animal that comes into mind that would have loved to kill him would be the crocs, confirm as well! Imagine all the anger and frustrations that were locked inside of them after all the tauntings and teasings done by him on them. It's just a matter of time before it reaches a boiling point and all hell will break loose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/?action=view&amp;amp;current=croc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/croc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And poor old Collina is on the crocs' next hit list as a result :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking about revenge, I read with great interest today about this woman referee, Silvia Regina de Oliveira, whom awarded a goal during a football match in Brazil. Well, you might think what's the big deal. A team scores a goal and the referee awards it, normal what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The goal wasn't scored by any players but the &lt;strong&gt;ball boy! &lt;/strong&gt;WTF?! Was she blind or something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 89th minute goal allowed Santacruzense to snatch a 1-1 draw at home to Atletico Sorocaba in the Paulista Football Federation (FPF) Cup on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pictures showed that after a Santacruzense player shot narrowly wide, the boy collected the ball with his feet and took it back on to the pitch. However, instead of returning it to the goalkeeper, he subtly tapped it across the line into the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although there was nearly 10 seconds between the shot going out and the boy placing the ball over the line, referee Silvia Regina de Oliveira awarded a goal amid furious Sorocaba protests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The whole comical incident can be viewed below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YcSXQJDIxdQ" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Could it be the &lt;strong&gt;revenge of the ball boy&lt;/strong&gt;? Maybe he was once a true Atletico Sorocaba fan who felt betrayed by the team's lack of wins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And joined the dark side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/darthvader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was once your ball boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only he knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-115814284400753203?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115814284400753203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115814284400753203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115814284400753203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115814284400753203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/acts-of-revenge.html' title='Acts of Revenge?'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115805061077503895</id><published>2006-09-12T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T09:48:55.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine us strolling by the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/?action=view&amp;current=beach.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sitting down on the soft, white sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sand.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll be leaning on me as we cuddle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the beautiful horizon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/?action=view&amp;current=Sunset1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Sunset1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I hope our love will be like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sky.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ending and beautiful always... &lt;/div&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/29792472-115805061077503895?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115805061077503895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115805061077503895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115805061077503895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115805061077503895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/horizon.html' title='The Horizon'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115795684717895111</id><published>2006-09-11T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T15:14:47.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. X</title><content type='html'>As I was driving to work this morning, I received an SMS on my phone from an unknown number. The number wasn't in my phonebook. And I was trying to figure out who the hell was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our exact SMS conversation, word by word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. X: &lt;/strong&gt;Hi johnathan. hows life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jonoteh: &lt;/strong&gt;Hi, i'm fine here. May i know who ru?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. X: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm your ex-lover. You 4get me already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like WTF?! Who the fuck is this joker lah??? So early wanna play play with me meh. KNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I replied, politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jonoteh: &lt;/strong&gt;Yea rite. Pls identify urself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 10 minutes later. I received a reply from Mr. X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. X: &lt;/strong&gt;Wah identify ah? Then i must be alien or jet lee? From global hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. The moment I saw &lt;strong&gt;global hr&lt;/strong&gt;, I knew who it was already. It was actually my ex-client. A damn &lt;em&gt;fooking &lt;/em&gt;troublesome and problematic client. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jonoteh:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, elwin isit? Haha. Sorry. How ru doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. X:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more elwin, it's vincent cheong now. How is ur job? I wan to offer u a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging from his SMS-s to me, I'm pretty sure you guys have got a rough idea what kinda person he is. Shit. And I'm supposed to meet up with him later at Mid Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder what kinda job he has to offer to me?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115795684717895111?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115795684717895111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115795684717895111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115795684717895111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115795684717895111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-x.html' title='Mr. X'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115768285995216547</id><published>2006-09-08T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:15:43.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Underground' Community Services</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nowadays, there are many types of community services being offered here by the &lt;strong&gt;'underground people'&lt;/strong&gt; or should I say the&lt;em&gt; '&lt;strong&gt;tai kohs &amp; tai lohs'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in our beloved country, Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's see, we have &lt;strong&gt;credit service&lt;/strong&gt; (or loans) from Mr. Ah Long, whom we can call at anytime of the day should we run short of cash. Imagine we're having a &lt;em&gt;yum cha&lt;/em&gt; session at the mamak stall with our girlfriend and of all days, left our wallet at home. Your bill is amounting to &lt;strong&gt;RM 7.50&lt;/strong&gt; and because of your &lt;strong&gt;male ego&lt;/strong&gt;, you still insist on paying despite your girlfriend frantically offering to settle the bill. So who do you call? Why, Mr. Ah Long of course. No matter what's the amount, he'll be more than willing to borrow you his money. Just make sure you pay him back lah to avoid any unnecessary confrontations or ugly scenes later. It's just RM 7.50 for goodness sake! Delay for 6 months and RM 7.50 will &lt;strong&gt;balloon&lt;/strong&gt; to RM 75,000!!! Crazy interest rates I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/chains.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You wouldn't want your house to be chained and set on fire, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/loansharks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or have red paint splashed all over your house? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/loansharks2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or worse, have red paint splashed over you over RM 7.50!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have &lt;strong&gt;DVD/VCD home delivery service&lt;/strong&gt;. Life couldn't be anymore easier and convenient. Imagine we can just sit at home on our lazy ass and whenever we feel like watching a &lt;strong&gt;new, unreleased&lt;/strong&gt; movie in the cinema, we just pick up the phone call these DVD/VCD sellers. And the next minute you know, our fresh new release movie will be at our doorstep. &lt;strong&gt;DVD 9&lt;/strong&gt; quality some more! Crystal clear, no weird inaccurate subtitles and best of all, no human heads moving across the screen during the show. And it only cost you RM 10 plus RM 1 delivery fee. Now that's &lt;strong&gt;worth&lt;/strong&gt; your money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the latest (actually it has been around for quite a while already) service that our beloved &lt;em&gt;tai kohs &amp;amp; tai lohs &lt;/em&gt;are offering is quite amazing. Got a forwarded email from a colleague of mine yesterday and attached to it was a name card and a brochure. You can have a look at the name card below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/6star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pretty girls for rent?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to their brochure, they're an established escort agency located in Kuala Lumpur and they speacialize in servicing VIP, corporate, expatriate and low profile clients whom requires &lt;strong&gt;privacy&lt;/strong&gt; when calling girls. The agency's motto is &lt;strong&gt;"Call us and we will deliver". &lt;/strong&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thai, Indonesian, Laotian, Philippine, Chinese, Vietnamese, Malay, Indian and Russian girls are available for selection and they claim that their girls are &lt;strong&gt;clean, beautiful and young&lt;/strong&gt; (17-23 years old). They're also &lt;strong&gt;good in bed&lt;/strong&gt;, hmmm... Some of the girls are willing to do &lt;strong&gt;threesome, group sex and bachelor parties (a.k.a &lt;a href="http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/hen-night.html"&gt;Cock Night&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Safety is&lt;strong&gt; assured&lt;/strong&gt; by them as well. They mentioned that when you go to a spa, there is always the problem of raids and being seen by your friends or business associates, which is quite true. Well, now you don’t have to worry anymore because you can &lt;strong&gt;enjoy in peace&lt;/strong&gt; in the comfort of your own house, apartment or hotel room by engaging in their service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once you have selected a place you feel &lt;strong&gt;safe and comfortable&lt;/strong&gt;, give them a call. Tell them what type of girls you are looking for (e.g. good service, pretty, big breast etc). Leave your phone on as their driver will contact you to confirm your location before sending the girl over. Pay cash to the girl or driver once you have confirmed her. For those staying in five star hotels, they'll need the registered name for the room in order to send the girls up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for the rates, they claim they have the &lt;strong&gt;best rates&lt;/strong&gt; in town. A mininal transport charge will be included as well if you're from out of KL. If you're not happy with the girl, you may change but will be &lt;strong&gt;required&lt;/strong&gt; to pay for the additional transport charge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yea, an &lt;strong&gt;advice&lt;/strong&gt; from them to you: &lt;em&gt;Save their number in case you need to entertain yourself or your clients. Sex is just a phone call away! And they won't entertain miss calls, SMS or provide photos of the girls. Pamper yourself now! Let their beautiful girls service you :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're all just so blessed to be Malaysians. Having these people around will definitely improve our country's economy and image. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115768285995216547?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115768285995216547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115768285995216547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115768285995216547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115768285995216547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/underground-community-services.html' title='&apos;Underground&apos; Community Services'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115761978097447155</id><published>2006-09-07T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:21:20.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOREVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;or me to say to be with you forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;f course is a very bold statement,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;egardless of what will happen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;very moment spent with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ery much I'll cherish indeed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;specially those happy times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eason? Because I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnathan Teh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Johnathan Teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Love/ducks1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115761978097447155?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115761978097447155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115761978097447155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115761978097447155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115761978097447155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/forever.html' title='FOREVER'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115736606127863740</id><published>2006-09-04T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:25:38.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yunnan Paiyao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday morning, while I was reading the newspaper, mum and dad came back from breakfast and bought me some chinese herbal capsules called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yunnan Paiyao&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(whatever that means) for my knee. For those who doesn't know, I have this knee ligament problem (i think) for well over 2 years now. Can't really overstrain it especially during football or exercising, sigh. Sad but true :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/YP2_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Camellia Brand Yunnan Paiyao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wasn't really sure what to make of the capsules because I have never, ever heard of it before. Is it &lt;strong&gt;safe&lt;/strong&gt; to be consumed? Is it &lt;strong&gt;recognized&lt;/strong&gt; by the WHO? Questions and doubts started to flood my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After some research on it over the Internet, I'd managed to find out that these pills are actually manufactured by a &lt;strong&gt;scientific process&lt;/strong&gt; from medicinal materials indigeneous to Yunnan, China, i.e. San-Qi Ginseng Root, Herb of Clarke Herb, Chinese Yam Root, Wild Yam Root, Geranium Aerial Parts and Lesser Galangal Herb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, I don't know what the heck are all those medicinal materials mentioned above. Some of them sounds &lt;strong&gt;poisonous&lt;/strong&gt; to me! And I've taken &lt;strong&gt;5 capsules&lt;/strong&gt; thus far! *GULP*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/YP3_resized-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Consume those pills at your own peril!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, it has been used for decades with remarkable effect and widely used in China and other countries for it's immediate functions of arresting hemorrhage, curing wounds, activating blood circulation, dispersing blood clots, eliminating inflammation and swelling as well as expelling pus and counteracting toxin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides that, it cures skin infections and women's blood diseases such as dysmerorrhea, menostasis irregular menstruation, hypermernorrhea and etc. (Girls, are there &lt;strong&gt;such blood diseases?!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And oh yea, it can also be used for &lt;strong&gt;gun shot wounds&lt;/strong&gt; (according to the leaflet inside the box). Now that's what I call miracle pills. Amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since this Yunnan Paiyao capsules does so many wonders, I wonder whether does it help in hair growth? Hmmm... If it does, I'll definitely recommend it to my favourite referee, Mr. Pierluigi Collina :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before taking Yunnan Paiyao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/collina2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone please give him some Yunnan Paiyao pills before he gets mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After taking Yunna Paiyao: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/collina1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A man with hair is a happy man :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/29792472-115736606127863740?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115736606127863740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115736606127863740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115736606127863740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115736606127863740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/yunnan-paiyao.html' title='Yunnan Paiyao'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115721073621710680</id><published>2006-09-02T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:36:40.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hen Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Saturday night! Woohoo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I'm all &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; now at home with my dog, Max. *SIGH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just sitting down at the dining table all alone, enjoying a big, hot cup of rooibos tea while blogging this entry and listening to &lt;strong&gt;Take That's 'Back For Good'&lt;/strong&gt;, which happens to be one of my all time favourite song :) Guess it isn't that bad after all. Spending some quality time alone at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parents are out for a wedding dinner. Sis went as well. Bro went God knows where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the female is out for a &lt;strong&gt;Hen Night &lt;/strong&gt;at Bangsar. One of her good friend will be leaving the bachelor and bachelorette's world very soon in like, what, 2 weeks time? Wonder when's my turn? Hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking about Hen Night, I'm kinda curious as to why is it called Hen Night in the first place? Can't it just be called a &lt;strong&gt;'Girl's Night Out' &lt;/strong&gt;or a&lt;strong&gt; 'Bachelorette's Party'&lt;/strong&gt;? Hen Night sounds so... Er, let's not go there shall we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://wikipedia.com"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, a hen night is a party held for a woman who is about to get married, which is what's going on tonight. Ok, point accepted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUT THE QUESTION IS&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY IS IT CALLED &lt;u&gt;HEN NIGHT&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can someone please enlighten me, pleeeease? I'm &lt;strong&gt;really, really very curious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If a bachelorette's party is called hen night, then why's a bachelor's party called &lt;strong&gt;stag night&lt;/strong&gt;? Stag night sounds sooooo &lt;strong&gt;gay.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It should be called a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;COCK NIGHT&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Doesn't it sound more like a &lt;strong&gt;real man's &lt;/strong&gt;party? It just makes you want to be a cock right away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yea, that's what it should be called. I'll definitely have a Cock Night before I get married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the guys will be &lt;em&gt;cocking&lt;/em&gt; around the whole night. Talk cock, drink like cock and smoke like cock. Why not play cock as well? Oh well, playing cock is optional lah. I'll leave it to that particular certain individual. Maybe if he's drunk like cock, he might just whip out his cock and...?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/cocknight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A potential scene from my Cock Night with the cocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arrggghhh, &lt;strong&gt;what cock am I talking now&lt;/strong&gt;?! Ish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-115721073621710680?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115721073621710680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115721073621710680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115721073621710680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115721073621710680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/09/hen-night.html' title='Hen Night'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115691200287294102</id><published>2006-08-30T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:41:52.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the time of the year again. Merdeka Day is just around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How old is our dear Malaysia again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Er, think she's going to be 49 soon, ain't she? Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, this just shows how patriotic and 'Malaysian' I am, people. *SIGH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT at least I can be proud to say that I'd actually participated in the 1997 Merdeka Day's celebration at Dataran Merdeka together with some of my schoolmates before. We had to perform some really &lt;strong&gt;idiotic, lame ass&lt;/strong&gt; dance routine and also to form the 97's Merdeka Day logo in front of the King &amp;amp; Queen, the then PM, Dr. Mahathir and some other big shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yea, only the males from both &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Science1&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;4 Science2&lt;/strong&gt; were choosen. Don't ask me why. Maybe we were the smart ones and also the cream of the crop of the entire school? Or maybe we were just the natural born losers that had to be the victims? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's still a mystery till today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And how could I forget, I think I made a brief appearance on national television (well, that was according to some &lt;em&gt;un-trusted&lt;/em&gt; sources la). My so-called few seconds of fame :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, now people. If you wish to get my autograph, please line up ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My school was dressed in blue for God knows why. But thank God we weren't made to wear yellow or red. White was still ok but red or yellow was a big NO-NO, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll rather jump down from KL Tower with a loose bungee chord wearing nothing but my checkered GAP boxers from the U.S.A. holding the Jalur Gemilang. Now do you still question my patriotism?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You must be wondering whether was I paid to dance for my country, right? Of course I was paid! You would have to kill me to get me to dance that stupid dance FOC. RM 200 was the fee I'd managed to command for 3 minutes of dance routine. Not bad. On top of that, I was given leave from God knows how many classes because I had to 'train' and 'practise' hard for the big day together with my mates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RM 200 meant alot to me back then. Imagine the number of times I can play &lt;strong&gt;Marvel vs Capcom&lt;/strong&gt; at the video game arcade in Sungai Wang. And not forgetting the amount of &lt;em&gt;nasi goreng&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;teh ais&lt;/em&gt; I could gorged myself sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhhh, life back then was simple for me as a school boy. A hairy school boy that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, tomorrow is a public holiday. And public holiday means no work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MERDEKA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MERDEKA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERDEKA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Merdeka Day to all Malaysians!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115691200287294102?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115691200287294102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115691200287294102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115691200287294102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115691200287294102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/08/merdeka-day.html' title='Merdeka Day'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115639328025592739</id><published>2006-08-24T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:06:09.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siu Keong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was happily chatting with her last night online when a dark lil' figure flew past right in front of me. Thinking it might have been my imagination because of my tiredness after of our &lt;a href="http://www.oasisofcare.org"&gt;church's&lt;/a&gt; Youth Camp, which ended yesterday, I carried on chatting with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The dark figure flew past me again. This time, I caught a glimpse of it and guess what did I see? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A ghost?... Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A phantom?... Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Siu Keong!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;for those who doesn't know what Siu Keong is, it's the universal name for cockroach in Cantonese, made famous by Stephen Chow in one of his comedy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was so distracting until the point I'd to abandon my lovely conversation with her to hunt and kill it in the most brutal manner. I began to look for it and that lil' creep was hiding behind the vacuum cleaner's box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I grabbed my weapon of mass destruction and sneaked up onto Siu Keong. It was happily chilling on the box without really realizing that could be his last chillout place on earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Siukeong2_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My family's weapon of mass destruction which was handed down from my ancestors. Siu Keongs shudders at the sight of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I had it target locked, I hoisted my arm up, took aim and swung it down with as much power that my arm could produce at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*WHAM!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I managed to kill Siu Keong? Was it still alive? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my suprise, it was no where to be seen. Damn! It managed to evade me! Grrrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It flew off and hid behind another box. I moved the box and it tried to fly away again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're not gonna escape again, Siu Keong!"&lt;/em&gt;, I yelled at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The mid air assault began and as it was trying it's very best to escape, Max, my dog was wondering what the hell was I doing while playing with his toy burger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Max_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"WTF is he doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a few attempts, I managed to hit Siu Keong in mid air and the impact caused it to crash to the floor. It seems to be in a daze, not sure what had hit it. As it was wriggling on the floor like a fish out of water, I took aim again and gave it 2 powerful killer blows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WHAM!* *WHAM!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The scene was gruesome. Green, brownish gooey liquid were on the floor and my murder weapon was full of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Siukeong_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quickly got rid of the evidence by wrapping it up in some tissue and headed straight to the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Siukeong3_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dumped the body into the toilet bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Siukeong4_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then pulled the lever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Siukeong5_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And flushed it away into oblivion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Siukeong6_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was the best way to dispose a death Siu Keong. No one would ever find out. The body will never, ever be found. Even Gil Grissom and his CSI team would be scratching their heads having no clue at all as to where the death body has gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I then carried on my lovely chatting session with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;be&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her first reaction when I told her what I'd just done was... "Ewwwwwwwwww!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh btw, she has &lt;em&gt;Siukeongphobia. &lt;/em&gt;Don't worry dear, I'll protect you from all the Siu Keongs of the world! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115639328025592739?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115639328025592739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115639328025592739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115639328025592739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115639328025592739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/08/siu-keong.html' title='Siu Keong'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115586898486983040</id><published>2006-08-18T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:10:13.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Orgasm :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have ugly toe nails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the result of playing too much footie and not kicking correctly. I'd broken my toe nails countless time, sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up late today (as usual) for work so I'd to shower, shave and wash up in 5 minutes. Talk about efficiency. After I'm all done in the bathroom, I quickly looked for my black jeans but it was no where to be found in my closet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Commercial Break:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're wondering why must I wear that black jeans, it's because I'll be on video cam duty tonite for the &lt;a href="http://www.planetshakers.com"&gt;Planet Shakers&lt;/a&gt; concert in my church, &lt;a href="http://www.oasisofcare.org"&gt;Renewal Lutheran Church&lt;/a&gt; (RLC). Not the main band but the one from Queensland. But Planet Shakers nonetheless. This is their second visit to our church and they'll be joining us for our Youth Camp this coming Monday - Wednesday at Allson Klana, Seremban as well. Going to be a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For more details on the Planet Shakers concert, kindly contact RLC @ +603-7956 4236. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concert will be on for tonite, 8pm and Saturday (19th Aug 2006) @ 4.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entry is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FREE.&lt;/span&gt; Don't miss the chance!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yea, it's a MUST for cam guys to wear black, especially those who are working on the stage running around with the cam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/CamCrew4_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Video Cam team after the Movers &amp;amp; Shakers' Concert in Baguio, Phillipines last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You wouldn't want me to be dressed in green and pink polka dots running around the stage like a mad man and be the main attraction right? Maybe I should just dress up like a clown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I managed to find the jeans downstairs in the laundry basket. So I qucikly grabbed it and ran up to my room to change. As I hurriedly slip the jeans on, I suddenly felt an &lt;strong&gt;orgasmic &lt;/strong&gt;feeling down under...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My toes la! What were you thinking of?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My jeans actually got hooked to my big toe nail and as I was pulling it up so hurriedly and ferociously, the nail got half detached from the flesh! Woohoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually the nail was a bit detached initially after I'd kicked the washing machine deliberately last week because it wouldn't wash my dirty clothes. I tell you, that washing machine is evil! That was the reason why it got detached so easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Couldn't stand the sight of the nail dangling around, I took the liberty of pulling it off. The feeling of having your toe nail pulled off can't be described. You wouldn't know how it'll feel like unless you've had a &lt;strong&gt;multiple orgasm&lt;/strong&gt; before :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's coming, it's coming ouuuuuutttttttttttt. AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/toe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Before orgasm :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/toe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After orgasm :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/toe3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The result of a multiple orgasm :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You should try it once in a while, you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-115586898486983040?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115586898486983040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115586898486983040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115586898486983040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115586898486983040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/08/morning-orgasm.html' title='Morning Orgasm :)'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115579622677675201</id><published>2006-08-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T16:10:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got a chance to go for the &lt;a href="http://www.starlightcinema.com.my"&gt;Starlight Cinema&lt;/a&gt; event at Sentul Park last week on Friday and more recently, last Tuesday. It was supposedly Asia's largest outdoor cinema festival, where you can actually bring your own mats and food for a picnic while enjoying the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She managed to win 6 complimentary tickets, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.flyfm.com.my"&gt;Fly FM&lt;/a&gt; via their online contest thingy. Actually this is the second time that she'd won some free tickets from Fly FM. First time was 2 free tickets for Superman Returns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear, maybe you should join more so that we can watch movies for free in the future? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For our first outing, which was &lt;strong&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/strong&gt;, we were supposed to get in the park before 7.30pm so I went over to her place round 5.30pm last Friday. When I reached, she was busy preparing some potato salad for the event. And guess what she was wearing while preparing? Hehe... Dear, I'm just so tempted to post the photo up but better not la! Don't wanna get into trouble! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Left her place round 6.25pm and reached Sentul Park round 7.15pm. By that time, quite a number of crowd was beginning to build up in the park. Many of them did bring along their mats, pillows and beanbags?! but however there were some 'smart' people who turned up without any mat whatsoever. Therefore, they had to resort to placing old newspapers on the grass to keep their asses dry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As we entered the park, we began to search for a nice location to set up our mat and we found one in between YTL's VIP hut and the projector hut. This location is highly recommended by us. You get a rather nice view and there aren't many people there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once settled down, we set up our mat and began to feast on our simple yet yummy 'dinner'. Had potato salad, sandwiches and some home made cookies by her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Starlight1resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's the GIGANTIC screen behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Starlight4resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Awww, life's wonder :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Starlight3resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pretty in white? Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Movie started at 8pm. Some drawbacks of the night was it was kinda hot and there were mozzies flying around! And not forgetting, the projector went &lt;em&gt;kaput&lt;/em&gt; not once but TWICE! Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Potong stim sial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The show was basically F.O.S but entertaining nonetheless. I find it quite amazing about all the baseless claims made by the author, Dan Brown, e.g. Jesus married Mary Magdalane and they had a child. Crap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for last Tuesday, we went for the movie &lt;strong&gt;The Benchwarmers&lt;/strong&gt; together with my sis and Francis. This time we went equipped with REAL dinner in the form of KFC! We were like gorging ourselves mad while other people must be wondering who let loose these 4 barbarians!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Starlight5resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chi-ken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The show was not too bad. Predictable kinda comedy. Had a good laugh nonetheless. Oh yea, if you watch closely, you'll notice that in more than 1 scene, you can actually see those big ass microphones hanging above the actors head in the movie. No joke! Didn't realize until she told me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder what was the editors doing? Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, it was all in all a wonderful experience. Would love to do it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some more free tickets please, Fly FM? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115579622677675201?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115579622677675201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115579622677675201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115579622677675201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115579622677675201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/08/starlight-cinema.html' title='Starlight Cinema'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115466733400241063</id><published>2006-08-04T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T13:46:36.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At A Department Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What would you do if you were an English teacher and one of your student gives you this composition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Title: At A Department Store&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last weekend, I went to "SOGO" to bought some seafood. I arrived "SOGO" and open the door, a girl said, "Fuck you!!" Then I very angry and I kick her, but she never dead!! After that, I saw a policemen want to caught me, then I ran into the lift and saw a liftwomen, she asked me, "Are you rushing to hell?" Then I took out my AK-47 to kill her, and she shouted, "RRRRRRRR!!" After few mins, the lift door don't open and I saw the ghost of the liftwomen. But I'm not afraid, because I'm a wizard, I used my magic to kill the ghost!! But she is colourless, then I used my "Real Eye" to look for the ghost. And I used my dark power took it to the hell, then the lift door open!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw a monster had a big ass, and I used the laser point make his eye blind, and then, I used the sword to attack him, but he used his ass to ate my attack, he is very strong, metal cannot kill him. Then I thought out the "Weapon of Phoenix King", and I shouted "Phoenix, Tiger, Snake, Dragon... Sonic Boom!!" Then I kill his ass, and he ranaway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A "SOGO" gave me many money, I was very happy. But when I went home, I find the money is "Hell Bank Note"!! I was very angry, then I used a atomic bomb to kill myself and the other people in HK!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I was this boy's English teacher, I'll really puke blood! :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But kudos to him for being so creative lah, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-115466733400241063?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115466733400241063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115466733400241063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115466733400241063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115466733400241063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-department-store.html' title='At A Department Store'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115435491104051221</id><published>2006-07-31T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:17:47.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Raising Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who knows me quite well, I'm sure you guys should know that I'm actually quite a hairy guy. Yup, for those who doesn't really know me, I'm kinda hairy... for a chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read that... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C...H...I...N...E...S...E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not &lt;em&gt;Malay&lt;/em&gt;, not &lt;em&gt;Chin-dian&lt;/em&gt; (Chinese + Indian), Not &lt;em&gt;Chi-bai&lt;/em&gt; (Chinese + Sikh), not &lt;em&gt;Eurasian&lt;/em&gt; and the latest, not &lt;em&gt;Portugese&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the hairy genes has been running in the Teh familiy for generations!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/homo_habilis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of the early Teh in Africa. Even back then, he was getting some sticks for being hairy, sigh. I know exactly how he feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got thick, bushy eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;I've got long, beautiful eyelashes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Which sometimes causes a lot of jealousy among girls!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Hairyeyebrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ain't those eyelashes long and pretty? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got hairy ear lobes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(God knows why?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got hairy nipples. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(If you wish to see, do let me know. I can email it to you :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I've got a hairy belly button, which leads to... *ahem* down under. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Anything that walks past it will definitely fall to their death! I'm serious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/HairyBelly1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got hairy thighs.&lt;br /&gt;I've got hairy legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It looks like the Amazon jungle down there. You wouldn't wanna get lost in there) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/HairyLeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You wouldn't wanna venture to deep into the jungle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got hairy toes and foot (?!?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/HairyToes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stop staring at my 'beautiful toe nails'! Kinda reminds me of Mr. Frodo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh, I know I've a lot of body hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you were to put an ant or small insect on my leg, chances are it'll never find it's way out the overgrown, thick and curly hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've seen countless poor little insects being trapped for hours, even days and eventually died of starvation and sometimes rather disturbingly, committed suicide. Sigh, those poor things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess they must have felt like that poor girl in Blair Witch Project, where she was trapped in the forest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/blairwitch-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine the terror!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I grew up quite normally as most Chinese boys till around 13 years old. Till the &lt;strong&gt;2 puberty power plants&lt;/strong&gt; down under started to order the workers to work overtime in producing testosterones. Because these are by far the &lt;strong&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/strong&gt; power plants around, the end result was hair began to sprout out like wild mushrooms after a rainy day! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/800px-RatcliffePowerPlantBlackAn-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A scene of my power plants at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It wasn't easy having a hairy leg at such a young age. I mean, can you imagine me in short school pants with hairy legs?! Ohhhhh... the trauma I would have to go through at such a young age would be terrible. All the tauntings! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank God for long school pants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking about hairy issues, I encountered a rather horrific, hair raising sight yesterday at Guardian Pharmacy. As I was minding my own business looking for some stuffs, I notice 3 girls beside me looking at some facial products. They are definitely from China because of their accent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of them was rather good looking (from the corner of my eye lah). That was until she lifted her right arm up to get something from the shelve and... the most horrible sight that I'd seen for a long, long time. Her armpit was unshaved! Full of hair! *vomit* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My goodness, what a sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too bad I didn't manage to take a photo with my phone :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-115435491104051221?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115435491104051221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115435491104051221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115435491104051221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115435491104051221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/07/hair-raising-experience.html' title='Hair Raising Experience'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115388829853784036</id><published>2006-07-26T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:35:40.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of the season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever felt really &lt;strong&gt;demotivated&lt;/strong&gt; at your workplace before? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going through that phase right now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's no more motivation and passion in my work. The company will be a year old very soon, i.e. by the end of the month without me realizing it. How time flies by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been with them for 9 months plus now and so far, some of you might be wondering what have I achieved, eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be honest, I don't know. I really don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is actually very demotivating for me and I guess it's the right time of the season for me to seek for&lt;strong&gt; greener pastures&lt;/strong&gt;. And I've already made up my mine that I'll leave the company as soon as I find the right job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more IT industry for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years of IT industry is enough for me. Any other industry is fine with me. Preferably an MNC or public listed company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So people, please pray for me ya? THANKS! God bless! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: If any of you guys know of any job vacancies, do let me know :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115388829853784036?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115388829853784036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115388829853784036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115388829853784036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115388829853784036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-of-season.html' title='Time of the season...'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115277240412713208</id><published>2006-07-13T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:39:11.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm trying to write an entry. But I don't have any idea on what to write about?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLANK!&lt;/strong&gt; Completely blank. Brain juice dried up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arrggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have any of you people &lt;strong&gt;experience &lt;/strong&gt;this before? You have the &lt;strong&gt;urge &lt;/strong&gt;to write something and then suddenly &lt;strong&gt;*POOF!*&lt;/strong&gt;... Your head is like, empty? Fark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This had happened to me far too many times I tell you. Frust sial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~ 5 minutes later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what? All these ranting is actually making my brain juice flow again! Muahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now, let's discuss about:&lt;/span&gt; David Trezeguet's look alike? Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the past few years, I've actually thought to myself that we both look quite alike. Didn't really asked anyone because I malu la. Scared they say I'm perasan. Ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while having dinner with her 2 days ago, she suddenly asked me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You look abit like &lt;strong&gt;David Trezeguet&lt;/strong&gt;", she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was like, "Oh really? *happy sial* Thought no one noticed cos no one had actually ever came up to me and told me that before" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why don't you judge for yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="187" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/_david-trezeguet-01.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 117px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="157" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/johntrezeguet.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guess which is the &lt;strong&gt;real &lt;/strong&gt;Trezeguet? Not easy you know. People get confused sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was walking along PJ Old Town the day after Trezeguet missed the penalty for France in the World Cup final and people walked up to me and started cursing at me! WTF! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What the fuck were you doing?! Even my grandma could score that!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You left your shooting boots at home last night isit?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lu ingat lu main rugby ah, bodoh!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahaha, how I wish la. This is what happens when you're &lt;strong&gt;too free&lt;/strong&gt; and your &lt;strong&gt;imagination&lt;/strong&gt; runs wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Can't stop laughing la me. Nice or not my original France jersey? Trezeguet gave it to me after France's final victory over Italy during Euro 2002 :). Don't jealous ok! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/29792472-115277240412713208?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115277240412713208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115277240412713208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115277240412713208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115277240412713208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/07/blank.html' title='Blank!'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115259967994017311</id><published>2006-07-11T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:12:16.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates people! Was kinda busy pre-occupied with the World Cup and... erm, lazy? hahaha. Why the hell did I start another blog knowing that I won't be updating it on a regular basis? Haihz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who doesn't already know, this is like my 3rd blog in 3 years if not mistaken. *bleh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I saying sorry in the first place since this is my blog?! I blog as and when I like. Just being polite I guess, hehe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, the World Cup is over! Can you believe it??? 1 month just flew by *finger snaps* just like that, sigh. Will have to wait for another 4 more years for World Cup 2010 which will be held in South Africa. They'll be the first African country to host the World Cup Finals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wonder when will the World Cup be held in Malaysia? Hmmm... That'll be a great success for us. Doesn't matter if we don't qualify. As long as it's held here is a success already. Oh fuck, maybe I should wake up already. Too early to dream, ahahahaha... Well, everything starts with a dream right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was an eventful World Cup I would say. Lotsa drama and actions. Holland, my fave team this year (yes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Oranje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) didn't make it to the final as what I'd hoped for. SIGH! Still as under achieveing as usual despite having so many talented footballers. Went out in the 2nd round against arguably the dirtiest team in this year's World Cup Finals, i.e. Portugal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The game was marred by the sending off of &lt;strong&gt;4 bloody players! &lt;/strong&gt;2 players from each side. And to top it off, the referee brandished an astonishing &lt;strong&gt;16 yellow cards &lt;/strong&gt;as well! A new record indeed for the dirtiest game in the tournament's history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some of you must be asking why I labelled them as the dirtiest team? I'm sure most of you should know by now right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; The Portugese players spent all time of their matches against Holland, England and France diving in the penalty area, intimidating opponents, running after the referee to give red and yellow cards to their opponents and faking injuries each time they were touched. Now you tell me is that dirty or not? What happened to fair plays? Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who can forget the Rooney red card's incident involving his fellow Man Utd's Portugese team mate, Cristiano Ronaldo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's have a look at that unfortunate incident:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://batir.jeeran.com/t_2_roncomp_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/portugal1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronaldo (17):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Ref, he stepped on his balls!!! He's my team mate at Man Utd and he told me that he'll break Carvalho's balls because he plays for Chelsea! GIVE HIM A RED CARD!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Yea ref, give it only!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carvalho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Meu esferas!!! Oohhhhh...!!" *rolling around on the pitch while holding his balls*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really don't know whether was it true that Ronaldo did asked the referee to send Rooney off. According to reports and &lt;a href="http://www.manutd.com"&gt;www.manutd.com&lt;/a&gt;, apparently Rooney and Ronaldo had a clear the air talk and all is well now since they've resolved their differences. Let's hope it's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be honest, I don't really like Ronaldo early on even before the World Cup had started. Even though I'm a die hard Man Utd fan, I sometimes find him to overdo things, especially with his over elaborate dribblings. His crossings aren't that good either and he isn't very much of a team player I would say. A bit too selfish with the ball most of the time. He would try his luck on goal rather than passing it to a team mate who's in a better position to score. I understand how van Nistelrooy feels, sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And to make matters worse after his 'role' in the sending off of his own Man Utd team mate, Rooney, he made it public that he wanted to leave, with Spain his prefered destination. Either Real Madrid or Barcelona are his touted destination. His public comments about his desire to leave Man Utd was indeed hard to swallow by a lot of Utd's fan, especially Sir Alex Ferguson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His reason for wanting out of the club was because he claims that his manager and David Gill, Chief Executive of Man Utd didn't come out and defended him when he was being crucified by the public and press alike, especially the English as a whole for Rooney's sending off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By outlining his desire to leave the club, especially so publically, he had crossed the line of loyalty and acceptability, which I doubt there's any turning back for him now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel that he is such an ungrateful bastard after what Sir Alex and Man Utd had done for him. When he moved to Utd in 2003 from Sporting Lisbon as an almost unknown, it was Sir Alex who'd thrown a protective arm over him and nurtured him to who he is today. And not forgetting for guiding him through the trauma of his father's passing last summer plus the rape allegations which followed suit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IF he's still playing for Utd for the coming season, expect lotsa boos for him from during home and away games alike. This I can assure you. Wouldn't be suprised too if banners and cardboards with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'JUDAS'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; flashing across them being all around the stadium during the games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of Cristiano Ronaldo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115259967994017311?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115259967994017311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115259967994017311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115259967994017311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115259967994017311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-world-cup.html' title='Post World Cup'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115138312504646635</id><published>2006-06-27T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:39:41.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AN INTIMATE MESSAGE FROM GOD TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words you are about to experience are true.&lt;br /&gt;They will change your life if you let them.&lt;br /&gt;For they come from the heart of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He loves you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He is the Father you have been looking for all your life.&lt;br /&gt;This is His love letter to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You may not know me, but I know everything about you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psalm 139:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when you sit down and when you rise up. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Psalm 139:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am familiar with all your ways. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psalm 139:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 10:29-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you were made in my image. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Genesis 1:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In me you live and move and have your being.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Acts 17:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For you are my offspring. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acts 17:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you even before you were conceived. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jeremiah 1:4-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I chose you when I planned creation. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ephesians 1:11-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Psalm 139:15-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Acts 17:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are fearfully and wonderfully made. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psalm 139:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I knit you together in your mother's womb. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psalm 139:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And brought you forth on the day you were born. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Psalm 71:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;John 8:41-44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 John 4:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And it is my desire to lavish my love on you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because you are my child and I am your Father. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer you more than your earthly father ever could. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Matthew 7:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For I am the perfect father. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 5:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;James 1:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am your provider and I meet all your needs. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 6:31-33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My plan for your future has always been filled with hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because I love you with an everlasting love. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeremiah 31:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psalms 139:17-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I rejoice over you with singing. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zephaniah 3:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will never stop doing good to you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jeremiah 32:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For you are my treasured possession. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exodus 19:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jeremiah 32:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I want to show you great and marvelous things. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeremiah 33:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deuteronomy 4:29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psalm 37:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For it is I who gave you those desires. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Philippians 2:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ephesians 3:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For I am your greatest encourager. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 Thessalonians 2:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psalm 34:18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isaiah 40:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Revelation 21:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Revelation 21:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 17:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 17:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the exact representation of my being. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hebrews 1:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Romans 8:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And to tell you that I am not counting your sins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 John 4:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Romans 8:31-32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 John 2:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And nothing will ever separate you from my love again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Romans 8:38-39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Come home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luke 15:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have always been Father, and will always be Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ephesians 3:14-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My question is…Will you be my child? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;John 1:12-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am waiting for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Luke 15:11-32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love, Your Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115133196507873153</id><published>2006-06-26T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:38:06.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a quarter centurion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd officially joined the exclusive Quarter Century Club yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it was just another birthday for me. Didn't really bother me that much actually, hahaha. Age is just numbers anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a poolside BBQ party last Saturday, organized by my dear and mum. It was actually meant to be a suprise party but I managed to find out about it on Saturday morning, the day of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I suspected something on earlier last week during dinner with my family and her. Mum suddenly asked my sis do I know anything about 'it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Hmmm...". And so I 'buat tak tau' loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the first giveaway was the amount of lamb my mum bought from the market. I asked her what's with all the lamb and she said she was going to cook lamb chop for dinner. Er, yea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 6 of us in the family and the amount of lamb was enough to feed a family of 20 I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second giveaway was the phone call by my dear to mum. Mum was busy cleaning the lamb and her handphone rang. She asked me to bring the phone into the kitchen for her and so I did. When I picked up the phone, the caller ID was my dear's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked mum why did she called her. She then said, "Don't you know your gf is planning a BBQ party for you meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, oh dear. You cheeky lil' thing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go out for a romantic pre-birthday dinner with her on Saturday night but she said she can't make it because she had a 'family dinner' that night. Ish ish ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a really thoughtful gesture from everyone that was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BIG THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO MADE THIS PARTY A BLAST!&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/29792472-115133196507873153?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115133196507873153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115133196507873153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115133196507873153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115133196507873153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-quarter-centurion.html' title='Finally, a quarter centurion!'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115105152831683734</id><published>2006-06-23T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T18:17:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank GOD it's Friday! Weekend is just around the corner :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Going to the gym tomorrow morning, then for a game of futsal after that and church in the evening. And maybe dinner with her? My birthday will be in 2 days time *hint hint* so I think she's buying me dinner. Or is it the other way around? Hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talk about a packed schedule! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know all those forwarded emails that you get, like practically everyday? Some are just a plain waste of time to open and read. But some are rather interesting (please ah, not talking about pictures of pretty girls ya? ;D). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual as every other day, I was checking my Gmail and there were a few forwarded emails. 2 of them were quite interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) &lt;u&gt;Forwarded Email #1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently at Pizza Hut (for this case, Sunway Pyramid's outlet) in their bills, besides having the normal things such as number of person, bill number and food/drinks ordered, it also has a column for&lt;strong&gt; 'RACE'?!? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malays are supposedly labelled as '0', which means Malay (not sure how true is this la) and 'C' for, yup, you guessed it right... Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bills with '0' marked in the 'RACE' column has &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;service nor government tax!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now you try and guess whether does bills with 'C' marked has service and government taxes or not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES, it has! WTF MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not only Chinese but this applies to Indians as well, sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a look at the following pics and judge for yourself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="395" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/IMG.jpg" width="490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 428px" height="476" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/IMG_2.jpg" width="492" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure how true this story is but if it's true, this is damn fucking racist ok! The authorities should do something about this because this is totally unacceptable!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PIZZA HUT Management, if you're reading this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BETTER MAKE SURE THIS IS NOT REAL. IF IT IS, I'M SURE ALOT OF 'C' and 'I' WILL BOYCOTT YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) &lt;u&gt;Forwarded Email #2&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arrrgggghhhhh... can't believe this kinda racist shits are happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, on a lighter note, apparently there's a new species of fish. Not sure what's the name of the fish but I've some pictures of it. Do have a look:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="522" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/fish3.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 339px" height="413" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/fish1.jpg" width="428" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="481" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/fish2.jpg" width="429" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The head looks like a baboon or some ape and the tail is of course from a fish. Hahahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people are just too damn free to do this kinda shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God bless and kudos to whoever that did this. I salute you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually these pics reminds me of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feejee_mermaid"&gt;Feejee Mermaid&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was supposedly caught near the Feejee Islands in the South Pacific but in actual fact, it was actually a dried fish tail sewn to a withered body of a monkey. The famous P.T. Barnum made it famous in 1842. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you ready to see to see the famous Feejee Mermaid? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LADIES &amp;amp; GENTLEMEN, I PRESENT TO YOU... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE FEEJEEEEEEEEEEEEE MERMAID..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*jeng jeng jeng*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/feejee3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ain't she a beauty? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a great weekend ahead people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115105152831683734?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115105152831683734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115105152831683734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115105152831683734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115105152831683734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/06/tgif.html' title='TGIF...'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115094483609217148</id><published>2006-06-22T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:56:55.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petaling Jaya... City!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yesterday, Petaling Jaya (PJ) was officially declared a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;city!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woohooooo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *happy happy, joy joy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And former Petaling Jaya Municipal Council (MPPJ) president Datuk Ahmad Termizi Puteh was elected the new city's first mayor and will helm what is now known as the Petaling Jaya City Council (MBPJ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ahem... Mr Ahmad, you better make sure you do a good job, aight? Don't want no corruption shit happening just because you're thinking about your own ass. And not forgetting your cronies' asses as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, first morning in Petaling Jaya City didn't really got off to a good start for me, sigh. Was supposed to wake up at 2.45 am to watch the Holland vs Argie game but I couldn't! Overslept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But it was ok la since the game was a boring one, which ended in 0 - 0. Next up for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Oranje&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;will be Portugal in the 2nd round of the World Cup. Should be a good game I reckon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the shower incident around 8.15 am. Was stripped and all ready to shower and I noticed the water pressure was pretty low, but still ok for a quick shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I proceeded to wash my hair and face first because I didn't want to take the risk of soaping my whole body. Didn't trust the water pressure at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water pressure was still ok. *la la la la la la*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the body soaping part. As I was about to finish soaping, I noticed the water pressure was beginning to decrease!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT, JUST GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the horror of all horror happened. The water stopped! SHIT!!! Whole body was covered with foam and no water! Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the water pressure was low, I took the shower head and literally had to squat down so that the water would flow downwards instead of upwards to wash off the shampoo, facial cleanser and soap. SIGH. Sad, sad, sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And to make matter worse, the little water I had was damn filthy ok! Brownish, muddy water! *eeewwwwwww*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a great way to start the day in Petaling Jaya City. What's next I wonder? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEWS FLASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some fucking snatch thieves on a motorbike tried to snatch mum's gold chain at PJ Old Town this morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank GOD mum is ok, with only some bruises on her neck, if not mistaken. And those FUCKING BASTARDS didn't manage to get the gold chain. However, the chain was broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can you imagine what would happen if mum was dragged along the road if the chain didn't break??? Could have... sigh. You go figure it out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Better for the chain to be broken than for mum to get injured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talking about a miracle! GOD is real, very real in fact. HE is watching over us all the time from Heaven above :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Better believe it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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/29792472-115094483609217148?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115094483609217148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115094483609217148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115094483609217148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115094483609217148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/06/petaling-jaya-city.html' title='Petaling Jaya... City!'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115088122884706642</id><published>2006-06-21T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:43:18.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCKEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(pronounced as fuck-ever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;means whatever in a more rude form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't give a fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever faced with some issues that you just couldn't be bothered anymore and you just want to say fuckever? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, fuckever. &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/29792472-115088122884706642?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115088122884706642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115088122884706642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115088122884706642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115088122884706642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/06/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the day:'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115082452805243584</id><published>2006-06-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:36:35.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Malaysians...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just got home from supper at A&amp;W with her. And boy, am I stuffed now. She forced me to eat most of the waffle!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her: Eh, you finish off the waffle ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: You eat la. I'm full di.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her: So you want me to be overweight isit???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: Erm, then you want me to be overweight isit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her: You guy mah, have to eat more wan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: Why? Says who?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her: Really wan. Guys have to eat more cos their metabolisme rate higher mah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: ??? *finished off the waffles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Our conversation was something like that, not exactly word by word but something like that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So guys, do you agree that we, the males, have high metabolisme rate and should eat more? Hmmm... Interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While we were eating, she suddenly asked me to look at someone's red underwear?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: Who la? Guy ah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her: No la, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: Where??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her: There... On your right hand side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: Ohhhhhh *laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her red underwear was showing quite obvious ok. You don't want to look also cannot cos the underwear was like begging people to look at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretty red undies says, "Oh please look at me. Ain't I pretty? Huh, huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crap. Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then she asked me, how come when a girl's bra strap or undies are a bit visible, some guys are like quite 'on' wan? To be honest dear, I really don't know. Maybe you guys can help me with this question? Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I guess some guys (not all ok!) has some fetish for it kua, muahahaha. Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok ok, so as we were having our supper, this guy brought his son over to the sink to wash the son's hand. Fine. Normal what, so I carried on eating loh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT... our friend carried his son on to the sink and allowed him to squat down on the sink with his sandals on! I was like looking at her, with the WTF look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For goodness sake, can't he like just carry the son and let him wash his hands instead of letting him squat down on the sink! Or take off his sandals first la? Imagine how dirty would the sink be because of this? (not to say it's that clean before that la but still?!) The boy could have stepped on some dog shit earlier. Think about it, the probability is there right? Who doesn't agree with me? I'll whoop your ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh. Some people ah, do things never use their brains wan. I pity them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since we're in the topic of &lt;strong&gt;'Ugly Malaysians'&lt;/strong&gt;, another thing that really fucking gets into my nerves are those people who swims in the swimming pool with their full body gear, i.e. shirt + pants aka the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Ninjas'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (I'm sure many of us Malaysians have encountered it before and you know what kind of people I'm talking about, right?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, this happens in &lt;strong&gt;PUBLIC&lt;/strong&gt; swimming pools ok! I've even seen this happening in 5 star hotels' swimming pools before ok. FUCK MAN! Haihz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE DON'T POLUTE THE WATER LA, YOU IDIOTS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If only 1 ninja goes in, ok la, close one eye loh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But NOOOOOOOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The whole ninja famliy clan will be in the pool. Papa ninja, mama ninja, brother ninja, sister ninja, granny ninja, etc...*sheeesh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why the fuck do they want to swim when they can't put on a swimsuit? Are they blind or something by not seeing the 'ONLY SWIMSUITS ALLOWED' sign??? Or are they just being plain ignorant? Idiotic assholes. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what kind of 'Ugly Malaysians' have YOU met that really got into your nerves? Do share with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115082452805243584?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115082452805243584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115082452805243584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115082452805243584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115082452805243584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/06/ugly-malaysians.html' title='The Ugly Malaysians...'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115056475885711516</id><published>2006-06-18T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:33:03.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrggggggggggggggghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd just actually finished writing my view on the &lt;em&gt;Kongsi Raya&lt;/em&gt; issue, turned off my notebook and headed to the living room to watch the World Cup match between Ghana and Czech Republic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I sat down comfortably on the couch and did a little cat strecthing to loosen up my muscles and joints after being in front of the notebook for like an hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was stretching my legs, I felt myself stepping on something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thinking it might be Max's (my dog) chew bone, I also &lt;em&gt;selamba&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; used my left feet to try and move it away. But something didn't feel right because it felt 'roundish', and I don't recall Max's chew bone being round! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I looked down and guess what was it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT WAS MAX'S POOP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arrggggggggggggggghhhhh!!!!!!!!!! *$(@#$(&amp;amp;$#@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That dog shitted in the house! He's gonna get it la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;I sense some people are laughing now!&lt;/em&gt; ~ Laugh la, laugh all you want! Grrrrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115056475885711516?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115056475885711516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115056475885711516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115056475885711516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115056475885711516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/06/arrggggggggggggggghhhhh.html' title='Arrggggggggggggggghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115056187013555993</id><published>2006-06-17T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:38:30.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kongsi Raya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kongsi Raya &lt;/em&gt;celebration... I'm sure most of you guys have heard of it, right? Right, fellow Malaysians? Hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, &lt;em&gt;Kongsi Raya&lt;/em&gt; is a Malaysian &lt;em&gt;portmanteau&lt;/em&gt; (don't know what this word means? go look in your dictionary) denoting the Chinese New Year and Hari Raya Aidilfitri. As the timing of these 2 festivals fluctuate due to their reliance on lunar calendars, they occasionally occur close to one another. For the sake of convenience, Malaysian media took to combining "kongsi" (from the traditional CNY greeting, &lt;em&gt;gong xi fa cai&lt;/em&gt;) and "raya", the Malay word for "celebration", which is often used to denote Hari Raya Aidilfitri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**disclaimer: This topic of discussion is from my own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;view and it has nothing to do with any religious issues whatsoever. So read at your own discretion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Currently, one of the major headline in Malaysia is the issue of &lt;em&gt;Kongsi Raya &lt;/em&gt;celebration. During the Ulama Conference 2006 here, the working committee member chairman urged the Government to review the practise &lt;em&gt;of Kongsi Raya&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The reason why? To ensure that it does not contradict Islam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Er... yea? So wtf does religion has to do with it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And as usual, everyone's favourite political party, PAS, was the first to jump in line to support the stand because they believe that an Islamic celebration should not be put on par with other non-Islamic festivals. *wow*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reason... Because it could be considered as blasphemous from an Islamic point of view to pair a Muslim celebration with a non-Muslim one. Besides that, the concern is that it could affect one's faith. *boo hoo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Information gathered from The Star and Malaysia Today. So if you wanna sue me, you're looking for the wrong person, aight?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For your information, if your faith level is strong, do you think by celebrating some festival will decrease it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take a moment and think for a while you jackasses! This just shows how 'strong' their faith levels are. I pity you guys, I really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe some &lt;em&gt;kopi tongkat ali &lt;/em&gt;will lift them up abit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come on la. What are these fucking idiots thinking? I really do feel that they're still lost in some medieval time, you know, the dark ages. Can you imagine what this fucking jokers will do if they do manage to win over the votes of the non-Muslims during the next coming General Elections? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My oh my, there'll definitely be havoc all around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who doesn't agree with me? Please raise your hands so I can see them. Awww, don't agree with me? Too bad, live with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So my fellow Malaysians, do you think we should continue practising &lt;em&gt;Kongsi Raya&lt;/em&gt;? I certainly do. Imagine the amount of angpows and duit raya you can collect! Woohoo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29792472-115056187013555993?l=jonoteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115056187013555993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29792472&amp;postID=115056187013555993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115056187013555993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29792472/posts/default/115056187013555993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonoteh.blogspot.com/2006/06/kongsi-raya.html' title='Kongsi Raya?'/><author><name>jono</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Singapore/SSCN1304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792472.post-115043777421451571</id><published>2006-06-16T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:13:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad experiences...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why, hello everybody. So we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. I know I've been like missing in action for quite a while since I last posted, and yes this is my 3rd blog in like, what, 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as you all should know by now... It's World Cup season! *DUH*. Guys will be glued to the TV set, ignoring the pleas of their other halves to spend some time with them, MUAHAHAHAHA!!! Hmmm, or is it the other way around? *a moment of complete silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Likely scenario:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gf : Dear, you said we're supposed to go out for dinner and spend some quality time together, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bf : Uh-huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gf : Then why are you still in front of the TV watching grown up men chasing a damn ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bf : Ok, ok... Chill la, ish... *walks towards the phone and dial 1-300-888-333 *Domino's jinggle*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gf : *wtf look* Don't tell me we're supposed to have pizza and spend some 'quality' time in front of the tv?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bf : Yea la, abe-then? gf : URRGGHHHH!!! *no eye see liao*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girls, do you agree with the above scenario? Haihz... The World Cup only comes by every 4 years once so give your man 1 month off, ya? Are we still cool? Make love not war, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See, I'd even gotten my 1 month MC from Dr. Soccer Singh already! Have you guys? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 521px" height="785" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/soccer_mc.jpg" width="639" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which team are YOU supporting? I'll be rooting for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Oranje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Dutch) this time around because it's amazing with the amount of talent in the squad, past and present, they've yet to lift the trophy, not even once?! Amazing. With legendary players like Johan Cruyft, Marco van Basten and Ruud Gullit, as well as the current top players like Ruud van Nistelrooy, Arjen Robben and Edwin van der Sar, the World Cup still prove elusive for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/holland-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;VS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/Argentina.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/SM.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/jtdec/IvoryCoast.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently pitted together with Argentina, Serbia &amp; Montenegro and debutant, Ivory Coast in the dreaded Group of Death, it's going to be tough for them but they managed to get off to a winning start by beating S&amp;amp;M by a solitary Robben brilliant strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Côte d'Ivoire or better known as Ivory Coast. Boasting quality players such as the Didier 'Oh-someone-shot-me-so-I'm-going-to-fall-theaterically' Drogba, Arse-anal's Kolo Toure and once Man Utd midfield target, Didier Zokora. Despite being being in their 1st ever World Cup appearance, they didn't seem to awed by the occassion judging from the way they played against the mighty Argentinians, in which they lost 2-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My match prediction for Netherland vs Côte d'Ivoire: 2 - 0 in favour of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Oranje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my own personal prediction so IF any of you guys decides to bet base on my prediction, all the best to you. Anyways, betting ain't a cool thing to do, ya? I've learnt from my mistake while betting during the 1998 World Cup where I'd lost RM300+ (alot of money for a Form 5 student ok!). Why not spend the money on buying me ice cream... or cendol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, how can I forget. I was at PJ Old Town buying some grocery with her last night and as we were heading back to the car, this quite decently dressed guy, maybe in his 40s on his motorbike approached me and this was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;guy : excuse me brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me : *wtf look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;guy : can you spare me 50 cents? i'd just finished an interview here and my bike has no more petrol. need the money to fill up my bike to get back to klang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me : yea, yea... you need 50 cents pump petrol? it's ok... *continued walking to the car which was like a few feet away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;guy : really wan! i've only 70 cents with me now. need another 50 cents to pump petrol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me : *got into the car without giving a f*** about him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her : dear, faster lock the doors! *sounded panicky* (dear, were you panicking? hmmm...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as cruel as I may had be (sue me), I've learned from a pretty bad experience once by being too kind hearted. That guy may had been genuine, only God knows, but my natural instinct was telling me not to give a f*** about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who doesn't know what happened to me previously prior to this incident, let me summarize it for you. While with my ex-company last year, I got a call from this guy, called 'Terence', whom I'd no idea who the f*** was he. But he sounded damn convinving when he said his boss actually knows my ex-boss and his company needed some service from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, ok, why not since my sales for that particular month wasn't that great. So I setup an appointment to meet him on that very day at Sungai Wang. This f***er was so damn, bloody convincing that he actually called me twice if not mistaken to remind me and to confirm our meeting later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Sungai Wang like 20 mins earlier than our meeting time (yes, i'm a very punctual guy) so I called him and asked where was he. He said he's in Sungai Wang already so he asked me to wait for him in front of Swensen's Ice Cream. After waiting for about 10 mins, this chinese guy, with a business pouch and an envelope with him, maybe in his 40s approached me. He was quite honest and decent looking. And oh yea, he has a damn mole on his face! I'll remember his face for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi, are you Johnathan?", he asked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes I am. You must be Terence. Nice to meet you", I replied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Actually my wife and my boss will be joining in the meeting but they are still on their way. Think they're stuck somewhere in the KL jam and my wife is not very familiar with the roads in KL", he told me. He then added,"Why not we go sit down for a drink first while we wait for them?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed and we headed over to some cafe. On our way there, he told me some stuffs about his company, what they were doing, bla bla bla. I tell you people, this bloody f***er is really a damn convicing. He even knows my ex-boss' name as we continued on with our conversation. As we were about to get into the lift, he took out his handphone on the pretext of making a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Erm, my phone just ran out of battery. Can I borrow your phone to call my wife? I'll get her to call back so you won't get charged so much", he said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, no harm in borrowing him my phone so I passed it to him. He dialled the 'wife's' number and told 'her' asked her to call my number back once they've reached Sungai Wang. Then he hung up and we proceed into the cafe. We ordered our drinks and I took out some brochures to show him. He told me that they had to sign up for this particular service by that day because the boss will be flying off that very night to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about like 5 mins, my phone rang and it was the 'wife's' number so I passed the phone to him. He spoke to her and was 'supposedly' giving her the instruction on how to get to the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My wife and my boss are actually here already. I need to go out and bring them in. Do you mind me borrowing your phone? Need to guide them here. I'll be back in a while", he said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was quite late already then and I desperately wanted to close the deal, I agreed. He left his pouch and envelope on the table as he was getting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can you please take care of my stuffs?", he asked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok, no problem", I said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the table and waited for like almost an hour and I realized that something wasn't right. Went up to the manager of the cafe and borrowed their phone to try calling that f***er on my own number! BASTARD! Guess what? The phone was turned off and all my calls were forwarded into the voice mail. I then called my ex-boss and asked whether does he know this 'Terence' guy or his boss and suprise, suprise, he said NO! My first reaction was... *jeng jeng jeng*... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so screwed!!! Felt like I'd just been PUNKED by Ashton Kutcher! *#$%@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafe manager told me why don't you open up his pouch and see what's inside and so I did. IT WAS A BLOODY PIECE OF ROCK WRAPPED IN SOME NEWSPAPERS! And the envelope contained some newspapers as well, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, my handphone was stolen by this f***er just because of me being too kind hearted. Haihz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, even though I was damn f***ing pissed with him, I suddenly felt the urge within me to send him an SMS on the number he used to call me. I'm not sure whether did he receive the SMS or not but I didn't care. This was exactly what I'd wrote to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I forgive you for what you'd done because Jesus first forgave us all. 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