<?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-5436070857535593496</id><updated>2011-08-01T16:33:56.800-07:00</updated><category term='racism'/><category term='HP'/><category term='children'/><category term='personal'/><category term='funny'/><category term='camera'/><category term='movies'/><category term='politics'/><category term='sell'/><category term='buy'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='song'/><category term='comic'/><category term='dr. house'/><category term='school'/><category term='life'/><category term='misery'/><category term='memories'/><category term='crime'/><category term='food'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='new year'/><category term='traffic jam'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='football'/><category term='swine flu'/><category term='health'/><category term='love'/><category term='dengue'/><category term='jabba the hut'/><title type='text'>Salt And Pepper of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>What makes people, people</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-1892904688134509559</id><published>2009-09-28T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:16:58.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sell'/><title type='text'>For sale: HP Photosmart 335 Compact Photo Printer and Philips HTS3021 5.1 home theater system</title><content type='html'>Hi all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 items on the list today. I'm selling Photosmart 335 Compact Photo Printer and Philips HTS3021 5.1 home theater system. Details are below:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SsFVH5XosEI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xLfHCH96ezo/s1600-h/41YKEBFXEVL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SsFVH5XosEI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xLfHCH96ezo/s320/41YKEBFXEVL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386680223459225666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HP Photosmart 335 Compact Photo Printer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand new&lt;br /&gt;Price: RM 200 (fixed)&lt;br /&gt;Delivery: COD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SsFVISD67jI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ubSDNVKCEo0/s1600-h/HTS3021_98-GAL-global.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SsFVISD67jI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ubSDNVKCEo0/s320/HTS3021_98-GAL-global.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386680230087421490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philips HTS3021 5.1 home theater system&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(SOLD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand new&lt;br /&gt;Price: RM 599 (negotiable)&lt;br /&gt;Delivery: COD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for selling both items is because I won it in a contest, and I'm not using it. Both items come with unfilled warranty card. Interested buyers can contact me (SMS or call) at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0123630985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update: Home theater sold. The printer is still available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Update: Printer sold. Thanks for the interest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: Excited with his new toy; Nikon D40x!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-1892904688134509559?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/1892904688134509559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=1892904688134509559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/1892904688134509559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/1892904688134509559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-sale-hp-photosmart-335-compact.html' title='For sale: HP Photosmart 335 Compact Photo Printer and Philips HTS3021 5.1 home theater system'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SsFVH5XosEI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xLfHCH96ezo/s72-c/41YKEBFXEVL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-4707259038005232573</id><published>2009-09-25T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:38:15.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sell'/><title type='text'>For sale: iPod Nano 8GB 4th Gen for RM 350</title><content type='html'>Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selling my iPod Nano 8GB 4th generation for RM 400. I bought it 3 months ago. Seldom use it. Reason for selling: to get cash to buy an SLR camera. Interested buyer please contact me (SMS or call) at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0123630985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;: Sold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-4707259038005232573?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/4707259038005232573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=4707259038005232573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/4707259038005232573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/4707259038005232573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-sale-ipod-nano-8gb-4th-gen-for-rm.html' title='For sale: iPod Nano 8GB 4th Gen for RM 350'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-6364161369272983698</id><published>2009-09-25T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:38:34.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>Buying: Nikon D40/D60, new or used</title><content type='html'>Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently on the market for a DSLR camera. Specifically Nikon D40/D60. Please let me know if you have more info on it. Budget for D40 and D60 are RM 1350 and RM 1650 respectively. I can be contacted (SMS or call) at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0123630985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;: Bought a Nikon D40x for RM 1400!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-6364161369272983698?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/6364161369272983698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=6364161369272983698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/6364161369272983698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/6364161369272983698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/09/looking-for-nikon-d40-new-or-used.html' title='Buying: Nikon D40/D60, new or used'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-8850646167071053280</id><published>2009-09-23T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:06:39.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Raya post mortem - I remember</title><content type='html'>It's been 5 days of Syawal now. I'm currently stuffed with food. So stuffed until I upset my stomach the very first day of Raya. I hate it when that happens. Totally wasted the food down the drain. Anyway, I was reminiscing the good ol' days of Raya. When Tokyah and Nektok were still around. I remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still remember&lt;/span&gt; that Maktok and Tokyah used to take out the blue soap box full with coins inside and we're all waiting for them to throw it to us. Makngah always win the highest collection because she has the biggest family member!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still remember&lt;/span&gt; the very first time I recited Takbir. It was like a rites of passage for us Tokyah's grandchildren. Cold sweats ran down my cheek as I started to recite the Takbir. God knows how nervous I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still remember&lt;/span&gt; orchestrating a song for Maktok and Tokyah's anniversary together with my cousin Eliana and my little brother. I couldn't recall what song it was. I smile everytime I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still remember&lt;/span&gt; back when the house was so small. When there were no Astro, no Gameboy, no PS2. Whenever it floods in the orchard, I was the first one racing down there to swim in the murky water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still remember&lt;/span&gt; during Takbir was the only time Maktok and Tokyah didn't argue. They just hug and apologize to each other. Shortly after that, life is normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still remember&lt;/span&gt; when there was no gas stoves for us to cook ketupat or rendang. We go out and gather firewood from fallen trees. We waited for 8 whole hours for the ketupat to cook. But it was worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still remember&lt;/span&gt; when we used to chase the chicken in the barn for Raya preparation. I went in with kain pelikat and chase them around the square box. Sometimes they pooed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Tokyah and Nektok, those were the days. We're now living in your memories. There are loads more that I can write, but you get the picture. I hope that you are resting in peace out there. I will join you one day. Till then, I dedicate an Al-Fatihah to both of you, and to all Muslims who have gone to meet our maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sro4eAEdg6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/H7QpJbvjkdE/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sro4eAEdg6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/H7QpJbvjkdE/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384678392540791714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sro4ehs9OOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mTj3tn_We7o/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sro4ehs9OOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mTj3tn_We7o/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384678401569011938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: He drank half a cup of bitter tea yesterday, and the diarrhea stopped. Now he's concerned about not being able to poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-8850646167071053280?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/8850646167071053280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=8850646167071053280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/8850646167071053280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/8850646167071053280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-post-mortem-i-remember.html' title='Raya post mortem - I remember'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sro4eAEdg6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/H7QpJbvjkdE/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-3580902268193955283</id><published>2009-09-17T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:27:43.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Raya is around the corner</title><content type='html'>Raya is coming yay! Lemang, ketupat, rendang, lodeh, cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But payday is next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ain't that a killjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SrJ-Zsk-EOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ozYuMTPGDdo/s1600-h/salam-aidilfitri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SrJ-Zsk-EOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ozYuMTPGDdo/s320/salam-aidilfitri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382503484589215970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: Would like to wish every Muslim Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Eid Mubarak. And for the rest, happy holidays. Let go of all grudges and forgive each other on this auspicious day. Have a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-3580902268193955283?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/3580902268193955283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=3580902268193955283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/3580902268193955283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/3580902268193955283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-is-around-corner.html' title='Raya is around the corner'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SrJ-Zsk-EOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ozYuMTPGDdo/s72-c/salam-aidilfitri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-1478031403000631569</id><published>2009-09-14T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:58:24.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps. It's been months since I last wrote an entry here. Something terrible happened and since then I just don't feel like blogging :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, time for some update. Work has been treating me wonderful. This month is my sixth month in HP, and things are starting to look great. Fabulous friends, great co-curricular activities. What more can I ask eh? Recently I attended a party cum buka puasa organized by my SRC (Sports and Recreational Committee) team at Maison, Asian Heritage Row. The food was amazing, and the people were fabulous. I had a great time, thanks to the organizing committees. Oh, and I performed there, together with my 2 buddies. Each of us sang 1 song. Here are the videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8t3rtsEuS7E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8t3rtsEuS7E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7T-IxRizAGk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7T-IxRizAGk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not exactly Grammy Award material, but hey, all in good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along. I have found my missus. Yeay! After I've been through hell in and out, I finally have met someone lovely. Met with her family, and she has met mine. Everything is good so far. Crossing my fingers, hoping this is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sq8G8ZtzTuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7mwHBI3mYaU/s1600-h/10320_133807339092_523249092_2525724_7869373_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sq8G8ZtzTuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7mwHBI3mYaU/s320/10320_133807339092_523249092_2525724_7869373_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381527714495942370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And here she is. Spastic isn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next.. Oh yes! Raya! Around the corner. 4 more days to go. I can't wait to start cooking lemang, rendang, ketupat and all the various Raya delicacies. Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this note, I would like to apologize on all my wrongdoings, be it big, or small, obvious or subtle. I can't make everyone happy, albeit I do try hard to, everytime. Selamat Hari Raya, Eid Mubarak to all Muslims everywhere. Have fun, may God bless you, and may we see another Ramadhan next year, insyaAllah. And to the non-muslims, happy holiday people. Enjoy the food while you still can. Be merry, and be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: Still can't forget the lies and deceit you told him. Thank you for everything. It made him appreciates life a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-1478031403000631569?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/1478031403000631569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=1478031403000631569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/1478031403000631569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/1478031403000631569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sq8G8ZtzTuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7mwHBI3mYaU/s72-c/10320_133807339092_523249092_2525724_7869373_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-7912792866464755930</id><published>2009-06-23T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:47:27.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A reply to your post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is what you posted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SkGTTsMW21I/AAAAAAAAAO0/heleyqAYSCU/s1600-h/z192808987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SkGTTsMW21I/AAAAAAAAAO0/heleyqAYSCU/s320/z192808987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350719798782647122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not my first, my only, but you're one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;I have loved before, and I will love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not perfect you and I, but it is enough for me&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, not sorrow, is what I can offer to thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give me your heart, I have a place to keep it&lt;br /&gt;Next to mine, a holy grail, where it is sacred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll laugh, I'll smile, I'll even cry&lt;br /&gt;To break your heart or hurt you, I won't even try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care not about your past, I only want your future&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, I'll love you, forever, ever after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: Transformers reviews are awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-7912792866464755930?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/7912792866464755930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=7912792866464755930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/7912792866464755930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/7912792866464755930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/06/reply-to-your-post.html' title='A reply to your post'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SkGTTsMW21I/AAAAAAAAAO0/heleyqAYSCU/s72-c/z192808987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-2395611102738804947</id><published>2009-06-21T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:31:25.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>How fate plays its part in our life</title><content type='html'>It's Monday morning. You woke up 5 minutes late. You had your cereal, some milk spilled on your pants. Drove to work, few angry cars beamed you up 1 km away when you're driving 120 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;km/h&lt;/span&gt; on the road already, and you sped up. Arrived at the parking lot, last minute make up adjustments. You walked towards your office. Suddenly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAMM!&lt;/span&gt; A car out of nowhere hit you from a blindspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sj8fsnxfhWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ki5_LdLnSBk/s1600-h/FATE-New-logo-2004-50%25.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sj8fsnxfhWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ki5_LdLnSBk/s200/FATE-New-logo-2004-50%25.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350029733790713186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What does this got to do with fate? Think again. What if you didn't wake up late today? What if that milk didn't spill on your pants? What if those drivers didn't beam you? What if you stayed longer to adjust your make up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only one of those tiny moments will make a difference. If only you'd wake up earlier. If only you'd eat a toast. If only you'd drive slower. If only you'd just get out from your car, and head to office. If only things happened differently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question is, do you want it to change? Let me tell you my answer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;. I wouldn't change anything that has happened in my life, be it bitter, be it sore. I wouldn't want to erase that painful memory I had with my ex. I wouldn't want to avoid hitting the divider in Cyberjaya. I wouldn't want to forget how painful it is to have my first surgery. Some of you may ask, why wouldn't I want my painful memories be removed from my life? Simple. It made me who I am now. And I won't trade it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sj8gUPWrOUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/qqrQW_mqd3Y/s1600-h/norman-rockwell-sweet-memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sj8gUPWrOUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/qqrQW_mqd3Y/s200/norman-rockwell-sweet-memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350030414430550338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when you pray for something from God (eg. Please God, grant me wealth and richness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dunia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akhirat&lt;/span&gt;), God listened, and He answered. But in 2 forms. The first form; He will give you what you need, not what you want. God is fair to each and everyone of us. Everything that you have, that you own, are just enough for you, no matter how insufficient you think it is. Just enough air for everyone, just enough time to do work, just enough energy to roam the earth. Everything is nicely balanced, up till atomic and subatomic level of life. Not only talking about blessings, but problems and mishaps as well. You won't be given what you can't handle. Because He created you, He knows how far you can go and how much you can take it. It's up to you how you're going to maneuvre and accept it. Conclusion is, you won't get what you want, but you'll get what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second form; everything that we asked from our God, won't appear just like that. Let's say you prayed for patience and to find your true love. God won't go like "Okay, here you go. 1 patience and true love for you". NO! What He will do is He will grant you the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPPORTUNITY&lt;/span&gt; to gain what you wished for. You will have to work yourself to seize and capture that opportunity. After going through the hardships, then you will bear the fruit of your labour. Maybe with a little stumble along the way. In a relationship, I always ask God "If she is not meant for me, please separate our heart apart". As simple as that. And often, God shows me the way, in forms of me catching her cheating on me. Haha. Well, better now than after the wedding right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all about fate and opportunities. This post requires a bit of thinking. I hope you guys still have some power to think on Mondays. Haha.. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: Hoobastank - The Reason, is a sweet song. If only he could find someone to sing it to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-2395611102738804947?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/2395611102738804947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=2395611102738804947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/2395611102738804947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/2395611102738804947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-fate-plays-its-part-in-our-life.html' title='How fate plays its part in our life'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sj8fsnxfhWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ki5_LdLnSBk/s72-c/FATE-New-logo-2004-50%25.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-7079026611045034602</id><published>2009-06-08T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:57:00.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Hi. It's gonna be a short one today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People who are being used by other people to fill the empty gaps in their life, and got discarded after, are best described as Emotional Tampons&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struck me when I was thinking about rebound breakups. Just my 2 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: It's a slow day today at the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-7079026611045034602?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/7079026611045034602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=7079026611045034602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/7079026611045034602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/7079026611045034602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-5811152426926836011</id><published>2009-06-04T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:47:26.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Old school stuffs</title><content type='html'>Hello guys. My mind wandered off today, after a long, unproductive day, and suddenly the old school memories struck me. Being born in 1985, there are lots of stuff I did as a kid, and I compiled them here for your reading pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifIprhqDdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h93gWF-FO18/s1600-h/4203_90619561212_639936212_2377094_7338422_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifIprhqDdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h93gWF-FO18/s200/4203_90619561212_639936212_2377094_7338422_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460101282467282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I used to "pow" my grandpa for one of these each time we go out to town :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKpApVGJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YrWsMFt2NUU/s1600-h/4203_90781281212_639936212_2379380_7273722_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKpApVGJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YrWsMFt2NUU/s200/4203_90781281212_639936212_2379380_7273722_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343462288795179154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I love this thing. I can sit on the stairs for hours. You can get it at the local "pasar malam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKpKPocHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9flNDkVObGI/s1600-h/4203_90781276212_639936212_2379379_3434228_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKpKPocHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9flNDkVObGI/s200/4203_90781276212_639936212_2379379_3434228_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343462291371749490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is like the trendier version of clays in paper boxes. Doesn't smell, and lasted longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKfc6so_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/oJ7nk5u-8Jg/s1600-h/4203_90781271212_639936212_2379378_2093419_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKfc6so_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/oJ7nk5u-8Jg/s200/4203_90781271212_639936212_2379378_2093419_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343462124585526258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Bird: And today's letter is the letter "L"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKfJWBBCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/LNA369nNTLY/s1600-h/4203_90781266212_639936212_2379377_6785753_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKfJWBBCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/LNA369nNTLY/s200/4203_90781266212_639936212_2379377_6785753_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343462119331398690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who doesn't love Mowgli and his company. Especially that song "Bear Necessity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKfLHmPAI/AAAAAAAAANs/pVJXGuE_ApA/s1600-h/4203_90781261212_639936212_2379376_7749785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKfLHmPAI/AAAAAAAAANs/pVJXGuE_ApA/s200/4203_90781261212_639936212_2379376_7749785_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343462119807794178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donkey Kong. One of the best game ever invented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKey8zFVI/AAAAAAAAANk/TGKQ8bQ4n74/s1600-h/4203_90781251212_639936212_2379375_4586203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKey8zFVI/AAAAAAAAANk/TGKQ8bQ4n74/s200/4203_90781251212_639936212_2379375_4586203_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343462113320047954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tamagotchi/Digimon. I didn't get this very early. I remembered the most powerful Digimon is Teddymon. Looked very cute, but powerful. With a secret way of obtaining it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKe13km1I/AAAAAAAAANc/TqRNN830hYQ/s1600-h/4203_90781241212_639936212_2379373_5215523_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKe13km1I/AAAAAAAAANc/TqRNN830hYQ/s200/4203_90781241212_639936212_2379373_5215523_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343462114103434066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Playstation! FYI, I still have this in my home :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKT2oaCvI/AAAAAAAAANU/JZ0vCF88LfY/s1600-h/4203_90781236212_639936212_2379372_3089952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKT2oaCvI/AAAAAAAAANU/JZ0vCF88LfY/s200/4203_90781236212_639936212_2379372_3089952_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461925329701618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Before Playstation? Gameboy of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKTsZZwXI/AAAAAAAAANM/WfO_U_0pxjQ/s1600-h/4203_90619856212_639936212_2377141_230000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKTsZZwXI/AAAAAAAAANM/WfO_U_0pxjQ/s200/4203_90619856212_639936212_2377141_230000_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461922582413682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And of course, guli (marble). How could you not play that shiny thing? Guli susu? Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKTr2EPUI/AAAAAAAAANE/cmc1AzeRTKw/s1600-h/4203_90619851212_639936212_2377140_2765600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKTr2EPUI/AAAAAAAAANE/cmc1AzeRTKw/s200/4203_90619851212_639936212_2377140_2765600_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461922434202946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The coolest character that time. 7 Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKTSv2EwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VBQEiQ9M55U/s1600-h/4203_90619841212_639936212_2377139_857085_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKTSv2EwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VBQEiQ9M55U/s200/4203_90619841212_639936212_2377139_857085_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461915697222402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afterschool pleasures, number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKTayjPxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BsXU5npf90o/s1600-h/4203_90619836212_639936212_2377138_6176863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKTayjPxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BsXU5npf90o/s200/4203_90619836212_639936212_2377138_6176863_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461917856055058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afterschool pleasures, number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKDxoupoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/k4fp1Wo7hoM/s1600-h/4203_90619826212_639936212_2377136_6107477_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKDxoupoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/k4fp1Wo7hoM/s200/4203_90619826212_639936212_2377136_6107477_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461649110967938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I used to BEG my mum to buy this cookie at "pasar malam". Only eat the top part :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKDtU1WcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/woj1bxBRd80/s1600-h/4203_90619816212_639936212_2377134_3075555_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKDtU1WcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/woj1bxBRd80/s200/4203_90619816212_639936212_2377134_3075555_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461647953779138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this pre-helicopter thing. Fascinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKDdoXydI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mr5uNsZF44I/s1600-h/4203_90619806212_639936212_2377132_8313142_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKDdoXydI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mr5uNsZF44I/s200/4203_90619806212_639936212_2377132_8313142_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461643740760530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remembered licking the tip just to make it stick better at the mirror :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKDZCEGoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/r8kJIVm0c_8/s1600-h/4203_90619801212_639936212_2377131_255722_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKDZCEGoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/r8kJIVm0c_8/s200/4203_90619801212_639936212_2377131_255722_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461642506345090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I never really had these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKDFsPBVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/f99u-tV_270/s1600-h/4203_90619791212_639936212_2377130_3681164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifKDFsPBVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/f99u-tV_270/s200/4203_90619791212_639936212_2377130_3681164_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461637314512210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put it on the tip of the blower, lick it a bit, spit off unwanted chemicals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJLzEsORI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KbB_H8c8WAA/s1600-h/4203_90619691212_639936212_2377114_1103873_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJLzEsORI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KbB_H8c8WAA/s200/4203_90619691212_639936212_2377114_1103873_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460687424010514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voila! A balloon. I used to think that the chemical will cause brain cancer. And people keep touching the balloon, without thinking I have licked it initially..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJ7suRYQI/AAAAAAAAAME/E8omE1mAX2U/s1600-h/4203_90619781212_639936212_2377129_1453790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJ7suRYQI/AAAAAAAAAME/E8omE1mAX2U/s200/4203_90619781212_639936212_2377129_1453790_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461510353084674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And hey, Dragonball! The original one. I still have the comic books on the shelves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJ7rVQX0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/h7np2r54i4s/s1600-h/4203_90619766212_639936212_2377127_7913544_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJ7rVQX0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/h7np2r54i4s/s200/4203_90619766212_639936212_2377127_7913544_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461509979725634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penguin on stairs. Hypnotized by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJ7XeqnAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NpLceXrBiao/s1600-h/4203_90619761212_639936212_2377126_1247598_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJ7XeqnAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NpLceXrBiao/s200/4203_90619761212_639936212_2377126_1247598_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461504650484738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't really know what this is called. But it was fun playing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJ7TQdsuI/AAAAAAAAALs/8F91x5yr54o/s1600-h/4203_90619756212_639936212_2377125_4552174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJ7TQdsuI/AAAAAAAAALs/8F91x5yr54o/s200/4203_90619756212_639936212_2377125_4552174_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461503517176546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tom and Jerry. I really wish Tom would catch Jerry one day, and eat him :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJ7FgUvfI/AAAAAAAAALk/s7kcSOakjt4/s1600-h/4203_90619741212_639936212_2377123_7908299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJ7FgUvfI/AAAAAAAAALk/s7kcSOakjt4/s200/4203_90619741212_639936212_2377123_7908299_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461499825602034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I'm a hardcore Doraemon original comic (Malay) collector. I have all of it even now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJxP2qgpI/AAAAAAAAALc/d3G8kvwfH0g/s1600-h/4203_90619736212_639936212_2377122_6289454_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJxP2qgpI/AAAAAAAAALc/d3G8kvwfH0g/s200/4203_90619736212_639936212_2377122_6289454_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461330804966034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My evening entertainment, number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJxMdKr4I/AAAAAAAAALU/chmFMJ0uM4U/s1600-h/4203_90619731212_639936212_2377121_4411645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJxMdKr4I/AAAAAAAAALU/chmFMJ0uM4U/s200/4203_90619731212_639936212_2377121_4411645_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461329892716418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My evening entertainment, number 2. My mum used to trick me into eating veges with this cartoon. And I sing that tune each time after eating spinach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJxL85J2I/AAAAAAAAALM/fMuKKvp_PSQ/s1600-h/4203_90619711212_639936212_2377118_7477720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJxL85J2I/AAAAAAAAALM/fMuKKvp_PSQ/s200/4203_90619711212_639936212_2377118_7477720_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461329757349730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My evening entertainment, number 3. Thunder, Thunder, Thundercats, Hoooooooo!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJw8T9R4I/AAAAAAAAALE/aknl5bLCsQQ/s1600-h/4203_90619706212_639936212_2377117_1097656_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJw8T9R4I/AAAAAAAAALE/aknl5bLCsQQ/s200/4203_90619706212_639936212_2377117_1097656_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461325559121794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell yeah! Cowboy baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJw96C--I/AAAAAAAAAK8/vF9PEnmW_II/s1600-h/4203_90619701212_639936212_2377116_3885785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJw96C--I/AAAAAAAAAK8/vF9PEnmW_II/s200/4203_90619701212_639936212_2377116_3885785_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461325987314658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*insert Super Mario Bros tune here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJL0fMMcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nqeMfrJbqsM/s1600-h/4203_90619686212_639936212_2377113_3031521_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJL0fMMcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nqeMfrJbqsM/s200/4203_90619686212_639936212_2377113_3031521_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460687803593154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember the yo-yo craze? Pro-yo (not poyo ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJLlZCkoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vYEKDgs1y38/s1600-h/4203_90619681212_639936212_2377112_5263160_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJLlZCkoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vYEKDgs1y38/s200/4203_90619681212_639936212_2377112_5263160_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460683751264898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every boy had this once in their life. This is super cool toy soldiers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJLnlvF_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/RpJNhdbK6u8/s1600-h/4203_90619666212_639936212_2377110_425502_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJLnlvF_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/RpJNhdbK6u8/s200/4203_90619666212_639936212_2377110_425502_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460684341385202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afterschool pleasures, number 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJLTz4hqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RL8WuAl-xeA/s1600-h/4203_90619656212_639936212_2377109_6698097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJLTz4hqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RL8WuAl-xeA/s200/4203_90619656212_639936212_2377109_6698097_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460679032014498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afterschool pleasures, number 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJA6qKLsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YOi83gsdXDU/s1600-h/4203_90619651212_639936212_2377108_3959590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJA6qKLsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YOi83gsdXDU/s200/4203_90619651212_639936212_2377108_3959590_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460500481650370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My first violent hobby as a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJAjmLz9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Rf8fELZLATM/s1600-h/4203_90619646212_639936212_2377107_8195321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJAjmLz9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Rf8fELZLATM/s200/4203_90619646212_639936212_2377107_8195321_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460494290964434" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I got this as a birthday present. The only song I know how to play was London Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJAtvQsfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GzBVcppc3Os/s1600-h/4203_90619641212_639936212_2377106_5661936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJAtvQsfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GzBVcppc3Os/s200/4203_90619641212_639936212_2377106_5661936_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460497013387762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy I cried when I want one of these babies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJAX3F3PI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/snpRRkhHnGY/s1600-h/4203_90619636212_639936212_2377105_732983_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJAX3F3PI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/snpRRkhHnGY/s200/4203_90619636212_639936212_2377105_732983_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460491140652274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The rubber craze. I love grapes and watermelons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJAWYJc_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/yfs5jgHJoT4/s1600-h/4203_90619626212_639936212_2377103_3187992_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifJAWYJc_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/yfs5jgHJoT4/s200/4203_90619626212_639936212_2377103_3187992_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460490742428658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a multi-purposed pencil box? Come on.. Who wouldn't want this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifIqC5r5dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nJjHl3xS0Wo/s1600-h/4203_90619621212_639936212_2377102_4413587_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifIqC5r5dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nJjHl3xS0Wo/s200/4203_90619621212_639936212_2377102_4413587_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460107557266898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The original Power Rangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifIqJyk5GI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XHb25v3fY7g/s1600-h/4203_90619611212_639936212_2377100_3060135_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifIqJyk5GI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XHb25v3fY7g/s200/4203_90619611212_639936212_2377100_3060135_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460109406495842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's not forget, all those country flag erasers. And I lost quite a few of them to "rubber matches"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifIpwqXy3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/J1YvlLLhfkQ/s1600-h/4203_90619591212_639936212_2377097_7254110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifIpwqXy3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/J1YvlLLhfkQ/s200/4203_90619591212_639936212_2377097_7254110_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460102661196658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh man, these are waayyyy cooler than Uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifIp0NXfUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4iVGcCIIgCg/s1600-h/4203_90619586212_639936212_2377096_2645594_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifIp0NXfUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4iVGcCIIgCg/s200/4203_90619586212_639936212_2377096_2645594_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460103613283650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where in the world can you find a chewing gum with free tattoos eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifSbFEcHWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3VDbZovRD88/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifSbFEcHWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3VDbZovRD88/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343470845557480802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And last but not least, how can a boy live without his gasing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sweet, sweet memories. I wish I could relive them back again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to EJ for some of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: It feels good to forgive and forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5436070857535593496-5811152426926836011?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/5811152426926836011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=5811152426926836011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/5811152426926836011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/5811152426926836011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-school-stuffs.html' title='Old school stuffs'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SifIprhqDdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h93gWF-FO18/s72-c/4203_90619561212_639936212_2377094_7338422_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-2415609466906527219</id><published>2009-06-02T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:31:23.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misery'/><title type='text'>On 2nd June 2009</title><content type='html'>I am an ass&lt;br /&gt;I am a jerk&lt;br /&gt;I am an idiot&lt;br /&gt;I am stupid&lt;br /&gt;I made a mess&lt;br /&gt;I made a stupid mistake&lt;br /&gt;I am ignorant&lt;br /&gt;I made a complete fool out of myself&lt;br /&gt;I deserved to be kicked in the sensitive places&lt;br /&gt;I ruined your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-2415609466906527219?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/2415609466906527219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=2415609466906527219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/2415609466906527219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/2415609466906527219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-2nd-june-2009.html' title='On 2nd June 2009'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-3041940872929816760</id><published>2009-05-31T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:40:42.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A meaningful one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian McFadden - Like Only A Woman Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t perfect&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done a lot of stupid things&lt;br /&gt;Still no angel&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t looking for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t laid out by my pride&lt;br /&gt;Shocked by her attention&lt;br /&gt;And someone signed me up for love&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want it&lt;br /&gt;And now I can’t live without it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She changed my life&lt;br /&gt;She cleaned me up&lt;br /&gt;She found my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;She pulls me up&lt;br /&gt;When she knows I’m sad&lt;br /&gt;She knows her man&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s kind of perfect&lt;br /&gt;She’s kind of everything I’m not&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she’s an angel&lt;br /&gt;And it’s amazing how she’s patient&lt;br /&gt;Even more at times I’m not&lt;br /&gt;She’s my conscience&lt;br /&gt;And who decided I’d be hers&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hate them&lt;br /&gt;Cos now I can’t live without her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She changed my life&lt;br /&gt;She cleaned me up&lt;br /&gt;She found my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;She pulls me up&lt;br /&gt;When she knows I’m sad&lt;br /&gt;She knows her man&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;And who decided I’d be hers&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hate them&lt;br /&gt;Cos now I can’t live without her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she changed my life&lt;br /&gt;She cleaned me up&lt;br /&gt;She found my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;She pulls me up&lt;br /&gt;When she knows I’m sad&lt;br /&gt;She knows her man&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this song lovely? I'd really want to dedicate this song to someone. Hope she's out there listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: Relieved to have finally found what he was looking for on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-3041940872929816760?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/3041940872929816760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=3041940872929816760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/3041940872929816760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/3041940872929816760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/05/meaningful-one.html' title='A meaningful one'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-5345906395216682303</id><published>2009-05-26T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:01:34.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The big night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SiRrtOVNOHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QM_oGF8-f1k/s1600-h/320px-UEFA_Champions_League_logo_2.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SiRrtOVNOHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QM_oGF8-f1k/s200/320px-UEFA_Champions_League_logo_2.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342513482653579378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big night tonight. Manchester United vs Barcelona in Champions League Final. Who will emerge victorious? Will Man Utd retain their title, or will it be Barcelona's turn to bask in glory this season? Find out at 4.45 am tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 24 hrs since I last slept, not because I have sleeping disorders, but because I was too eager in anticipation, that I thought last night was Man Utd's match. Bummer. Haha. I shall be more careful next time. Silly, silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was having lunch just now, I saw the most peculiar thing. See this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShzfZsXn2bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LlUT5mZxLZ4/s1600-h/Image0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShzfZsXn2bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LlUT5mZxLZ4/s320/Image0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340388890654529970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that woman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeah, it's a she)&lt;/span&gt; doing using straw as her stylus? I'm sorry for whoever in this picture, but that is so wrong. Go buy a freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stylus&lt;/span&gt;! It won't cost you more than RM 20. Stop using other sharp objects as stylus. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another story, I've made someone very happy last night. At least I thought I did. And, I think she wasn't expecting it, because I told her it would be creepy crawlies inside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(specifically, cockroaches)&lt;/span&gt;. She totally bought it. LL, you're such an L girl. But that's what makes you adorable :) Hehe. Here's a sneak peek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShzhKMQ8ZwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/o4vjeI5Cf3E/s1600-h/0_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShzhKMQ8ZwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/o4vjeI5Cf3E/s200/0_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340390823361799938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that rose lovely? It was my first time sending flowers oversea. Came with a vase. I hope it'd last long. It was her favourite colour too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-5345906395216682303?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/5345906395216682303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=5345906395216682303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/5345906395216682303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/5345906395216682303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-night.html' title='The big night'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/SiRrtOVNOHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QM_oGF8-f1k/s72-c/320px-UEFA_Champions_League_logo_2.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-8163496701653591026</id><published>2009-05-24T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:36:34.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Wonder why our mum's cooking tastes better than outside food, everytime?</title><content type='html'>Happy Mondaytitis everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I was talking with someone, this topic got brought up.  She doesn't agree with me, but here goes the theory. I'll show her why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince we were small little toddlers, our mum cooked for us. After a day of cleaning up our mess, it's time to hit the kitchen. So, without wasting much time, she starts chopping off the onion, some vege, anchovies, et voila! The bestest soup in the world is on the dining table ready to be consumed by hungry mouths. Seems simple isn't it? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShoB-z7Ps0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6usufaIllLY/s1600-h/woman-cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShoB-z7Ps0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6usufaIllLY/s400/woman-cooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339582486803362626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime she's cooking, her sweat and saliva droplets fall onto the food. Don't believe me? Take a real close look when she's in the kitchen. You think all the chopping and grinding won't make her sweat? And the loud scream when you're smacking your brother with a wooden chair in the living room, what? A dry scream? Only air comes out from her trachea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my theory was, those saliva and droplets have some chemical/hormone in it, one that makes you recognize your mum's cooking. No matter how good someone can cook for you, or how similar, you somehow can still differentiate between your mum's cooking, and someone else's. It's true, don't deny it. Especially you, LL. Ask your mum. She'll tell you the same thing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, I don't care. Mum's cooking are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: Roses are lovely, ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-8163496701653591026?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/8163496701653591026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=8163496701653591026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/8163496701653591026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/8163496701653591026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonder-why-our-mums-cooking-taste.html' title='Wonder why our mum&apos;s cooking tastes better than outside food, everytime?'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShoB-z7Ps0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6usufaIllLY/s72-c/woman-cooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-887037995792718022</id><published>2009-05-22T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:22:48.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>WhyMyExSucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whymyexsucks.com/"&gt;http://whymyexsucks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look. Realities posted by exes. It's a great site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-887037995792718022?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/887037995792718022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=887037995792718022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/887037995792718022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/887037995792718022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/05/whymyexsucks.html' title='WhyMyExSucks'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-8415866953253566380</id><published>2009-05-21T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:53:23.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Total satisfaction</title><content type='html'>When I was sitting on my throne just now, this thought crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friend, what's the best feeling in the world. She said that the best feeling in the world is satisfaction. I told her, yea, you're right. But what kind of satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is, the satisfaction after you've taken a dump. The common satisfaction that we all share all across the universe. No matter how rich or poor, skin colour, gender, age, uni cells, multi cells. After we went for a dump, a bright smile will surface, with "I feel much better now" written all over your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of people with hemorrhoid of course. I feel sorry for you guys. Really, I do :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-8415866953253566380?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/8415866953253566380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=8415866953253566380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/8415866953253566380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/8415866953253566380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/05/total-satisfaction.html' title='Total satisfaction'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-6538138771813747256</id><published>2009-05-20T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:39:53.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misery'/><title type='text'>The stomach ache</title><content type='html'>In the bustling city of Kuala Lumpur, there I was, in the middle of it. Wandering around aimlessly, waiting for my uncle to drop me my car keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I noticed a grumble. Slow at first. Then it started to build up. Getting louder, and louder. At the peak of that noise, I lost it. A small cloud of gas came out of nowhere. Oh it was warm. I farted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you've guessed it. I'm having a stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-6538138771813747256?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/6538138771813747256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=6538138771813747256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/6538138771813747256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/6538138771813747256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/05/stomach-ache.html' title='The stomach ache'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-47327444294211506</id><published>2009-05-20T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:35:45.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>A quick whiff</title><content type='html'>I had a quick smoke break downstairs just now. With coffee in 1 hand, I walked to the smokers designated area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While lighting my ciggie up, comes an Indian guy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(lets call him Uncle)&lt;/span&gt;, in his mid 50s joining me for a smoke. A quick conversation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in Malay)&lt;/span&gt; was triggered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *takes ciggie and lights it up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; *huff puff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *puts the ciggie box at the side*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; *looking at the box* Apa yang diorang taruk dekat kotak rokok ni orang takkan berhenti hisap rokok punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *looks at Uncle accompanied by a quick laugh* Ya lah Uncle. Betul tu. Buang duit saja print gambar-gambar tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; Gambar-gambar tu semua tipu la. Itu bukannya sebab rokok. Uncle dah 35 tahun hisap rokok, takda apa-apa pun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *in amazement* Wah Uncle. Lamanya sudah hisap rokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; Ya lah, dari sekolah menengah lagi. Sekarang saya sudah masuk 50. Sebenarnya kalau hisap rokok ni, asap tak masuk pun paru-paru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *eyes wide open* Macam mana tu Uncle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; *takes a deep huff* Itu macam baru masuk dalam paru-paru. *takes a short huff* Kalau hisap ini macam tak masuk paru-paru la. Sampai tekak saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *bedazzled* Oh. Itu macam ka Uncle. Hahaha.. Patutlah Uncle tadak mati lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; *laughed* Betul la. Lagipun kalau tak hisap rokok pun boleh kena kanser juga apa. Berapa banyak orang tak hisap rokok mati sebab kanser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *nodds head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; Dulu rokok saya hisap 25 sen 10 batang. Manyak sejuk itu rokok. Kalau makan dengan gula-gula angin, fuyoo, lagi sejuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *short laugh* Ya la Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; *finishes up his last puff* Oklah, saya pergi dulu aa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ok Uncle. Jumpa lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I agree with him saying "orang tak hisap rokok pun boleh mati sebab kanser",  I'm still pondering how does inhaling smoke doesn't affect your lungs. WTF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: Remembered his first ciggie with Pokmat. And how he taught Aisar how to smoke. Sorry man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-47327444294211506?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/47327444294211506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=47327444294211506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/47327444294211506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/47327444294211506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-whiff.html' title='A quick whiff'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-348040229368585207</id><published>2009-05-17T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:57:08.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The update</title><content type='html'>Today feels like a good day for a big update, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCuqeCYjwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mCZNy4E6fGQ/s1600-h/HP.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCuqeCYjwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mCZNy4E6fGQ/s200/HP.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336957603074838274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with work. Changed job from IBM to HP. As all the IBMers have told me, "same shit, different pay". Haha.. Anyway, it's a 180 degrees, well more like 90 degrees change of environment. From managing Malaysian Public Sector accounts to Australian SMB accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else changes. Fun? Yeah. Early riser? Also yeah. Traffic? What traffic? Haha.. Work now starts at 7 am - 3.30 pm after Daylight Savings Time is off, and 6 am - 2.30 pm if it is on. Different holidays, different cultures. Currently I'm still in learning mode, will soon be online in Australia. Good day mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCufxGrMcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/aMlZiKTAdUA/s1600-h/088champs_468x339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCufxGrMcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/aMlZiKTAdUA/s320/088champs_468x339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336957419214549442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football. Hmm.. What else to say. Manchester United is the EPL champion for a consecutive 3 years back-to-back. It was really a nailbiting season, especially after Liverpool crushed United in Old Trafford. Those lads were really down, and you can tell from the 2 games afterwards. But thanks to Kiko Macheda, we got our spirit back up again, and winning the EPL title with 1 game in hand. Glory Glory Man United!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCvHeqACZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/REbngVsIVQQ/s1600-h/i-love-u-lamp-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCvHeqACZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/REbngVsIVQQ/s320/i-love-u-lamp-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336958101457209746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal life. Well, not much has happened after the break up in December. Been on a couple of dates, nothing fancy there. However, there is one person (I think) that I am giving a serious consideration. So far, she complies to my strict rules and regulations. Let's just see how it goes and I'll update here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCwNlW9oCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BW9Y3K4YULU/s1600-h/movies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCwNlW9oCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BW9Y3K4YULU/s320/movies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336959305847250978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entertainment. Summer of 2009 is bringing crazy stuffs from Hollywood to the silver screen. 4 particular movies I would like to highlight are Star Trek, Wolverine, Angels and Demons, and Transformers. I've watched the first two, and so far, Star Trek is wayyyyy up there. Wolverine is good, but Star Trek is better. The storyline, the casting, the light comedy, the action and the intense emotion all adds up to a good movie. Kudos to the director for making the movie watchable for non Star Trek geeks. But the most anticipated movie in 2009 has got to be Transformers. Man, if Star Trek made USD 75 m on its opening day, I can imagine Transformers making double that amount, easily. Autobots, transform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCv8pDshjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ymPmg183eJc/s1600-h/paklah3_2603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCv8pDshjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ymPmg183eJc/s320/paklah3_2603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336959014782404146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics. Albeit I hate politics as much as I hate taugeh, ironically, both are a necessity in one way or another. Malaysian royal rumble in Perak. Boy, what an embarrassing story to tell my kids. What will happen if you put power crazy lunatics in 1 place? You got flying chairs. Oh boy, it is amazing how low can a person go to gain/keep their power in Malaysia. It is just pathetic. Where have all the rationale and self control gone to? Please come back, and save these monkeys from further humiliating themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCu9r2WaRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aYG6pYzxIi8/s1600-h/bish.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCu9r2WaRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aYG6pYzxIi8/s320/bish.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336957933199976722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News. After the Chikugunya wave have subsided, it's the piggy's turn to make a comeback. Swine flu (I don't care what WHO think. Swine is still a swine. Screw yourself) is another disease that comes from pig. Man, if we can make a list of illness that can come from this creature, it would reach hundreds. And yet, we are still breeding it for food. Disgusting filthy creatures that eat its own faeces, and yet people still find it delicious. No offense, but what the heck? Swine flu is growing at an alarming rate. It will reach global pandemic alert anytime now. With 2 cases in Malaysia, I think I will need to wear a mask soon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kill all the pigs and eat chicken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that's all I can think of now. I will write more soon. Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: Wonders how much does it cost for an IDD call to France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-348040229368585207?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/348040229368585207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=348040229368585207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/348040229368585207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/348040229368585207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='The update'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/ShCuqeCYjwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mCZNy4E6fGQ/s72-c/HP.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-1561675983029762608</id><published>2008-01-17T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:57:33.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dengue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Symptoms of dengue fever</title><content type='html'>I feel obliged to write this post since not many people realize how dangerous dengue fever is. I've lost a good friend to it. So, I wish that people would read this up and educate yourself and other people around you about the symptoms of dengue fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;High fever - up to 45 degrees Celsius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Severe headache&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retro-orbital pain - pain behind the eye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Severe joint pains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muscle pains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muscle aches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swollen lymph nodes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;General weakness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nausea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vomiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children get non-typical symptoms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weakness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prostration - extreme exhaustion and fatigue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Severe headache&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Severe muscle pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slowed heart rate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enlarge lymph nodes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maculopapular rash - a rash that occurs on the skin that appears reddish with macula and papules&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see people around you with those symptoms, please, by all means, bring him/her to the hospital and get their blood checked as soon as possible. Don't regret it later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-1561675983029762608?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/1561675983029762608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=1561675983029762608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/1561675983029762608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/1561675983029762608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/symptoms-of-dengue-fever.html' title='Symptoms of dengue fever'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-4775343497233745609</id><published>2008-01-17T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:03:49.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Rules Kids Won't Learn in School</title><content type='html'>In addition to the title, childish university students are included as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule #1&lt;/span&gt;. Life is not fair. Get used to it. The average teenager uses the phrase "it's not fair" 8.6 times a day. You got it from your parents, who said it so often you decided they must be the most idealistic generation ever. When they started hearing it from their own kids, they realized Rule #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule #2&lt;/span&gt;. The real world won't care as much about your self-esteem as your school does. It'll expect you to accomplish something before you feel good about yourself. This may come as a shock. Usually, when inflated self-esteem meets reality, kids complain that it's not fair. (See Rule No. 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule #3&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry, you won't make $50,000 a year right out of high school. And you won't be a vice president or have a car phone either. You may even have to wear a uniform that doesn't have a Gap label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule #4&lt;/span&gt;. If you think your teacher is tough, wait 'til you get a boss. He doesn't have tenure, so he tends to be a bit edgier. When you screw up, he is not going ask you how feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule #5&lt;/span&gt;. Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping. They called it opportunity. They weren't embarrassed making minimum wage either. They would have been embarrassed to sit around talking about Kurt Cobain all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule #6&lt;/span&gt;. It's not your parents' fault. If you screw up, you are responsible. This is the flip side of "It's my life," and "You're not the boss of me," and other eloquent proclamations of your generation. When you turn 18, it's on your dime. Don't whine about it or you'll sound like a baby boomer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule #7&lt;/span&gt;. Before you were born your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way paying your bills, cleaning up your room and listening to you tell them how idealistic you are. And by the way, before you save the rain forest from the blood-sucking parasites of your parents' generation try delousing the closet in your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule #8&lt;/span&gt;. Life is not divided into semesters, and you don't get summers off. Nor even Easter break. They expect you to show up every day. For eight hours. And you don't get a new life every 10 weeks. It just goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule #9&lt;/span&gt;. Television is not real life. Your life is not a sitcom. Your problems will not all be solved in 30 minutes, minus time for commercials. In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop to go to jobs. Your friends will not be perky or as polite as Jennifer Aniston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule #10&lt;/span&gt;. Be nice to nerds. You may end up working for them. We all could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule #11&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy this while you can. Sure, parents are a pain, school's a bother, and life is depressing. But someday you'll realize how wonderful it was to be kid. Maybe you should start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-4775343497233745609?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/4775343497233745609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=4775343497233745609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/4775343497233745609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/4775343497233745609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/rules-kids-wont-learn-in-school.html' title='Rules Kids Won&apos;t Learn in School'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-6073336501129809544</id><published>2008-01-16T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:48:23.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr. house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>For House fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMGROFLMAOWTFZOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a true House fan, you'll laugh your arse off when you see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsneverlupus.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-6073336501129809544?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/6073336501129809544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=6073336501129809544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/6073336501129809544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/6073336501129809544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-house-fans.html' title='For House fans'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-460130266276568650</id><published>2008-01-14T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:12:09.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>Racism: Word of the day</title><content type='html'>You know what we should call people with darker colored skin than a Caucasian's?  People. People should be called people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledging racism perpetrates racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-460130266276568650?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/460130266276568650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=460130266276568650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/460130266276568650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/460130266276568650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/racism-word-of-day.html' title='Racism: Word of the day'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-2660343062327315108</id><published>2008-01-14T01:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:13:43.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Have You Seen Her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R46rcLW9SrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/43Wnulm4NeY/s1600-h/cari_sharlinie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R46rcLW9SrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/43Wnulm4NeY/s400/cari_sharlinie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156247123959564978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R46rorW9SsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CAx9Xx5AfwQ/s1600-h/insidepix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R46rorW9SsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CAx9Xx5AfwQ/s400/insidepix1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156247338707929794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suspect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please let her be found in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5436070857535593496-2660343062327315108?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/2660343062327315108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=2660343062327315108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/2660343062327315108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/2660343062327315108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-you-seen-her.html' title='Have You Seen Her?'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R46rcLW9SrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/43Wnulm4NeY/s72-c/cari_sharlinie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-2061213064089702258</id><published>2008-01-13T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:48:36.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Cops: Dad Sodomized Teen Stepson to Avenge Rape of Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="intelliTXT" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;strong _extended="true"&gt;FORT WORTH, Texas —  A father  sodomized his 18-year-old stepson to avenge the teenager's alleged rape of the  man's 8-year-old daughter, police said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;The father, 32, turned himself into to authorities on Friday  and was released from jail Saturday after posting a $17,500 bond. He faces a  charge of aggravated sexual assault.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;The stepson was arrested Jan. 2 and charged with suspicion  of aggravated sexual assault. Police say the father caught him assaulting his  daughter, and a subsequent examination at a hospital revealed the girl had been  sodomized.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;Sgt. Cheryl Johnson, supervisor of the Fort Worth sex crimes  unit, said in a story posted Saturday on the Fort Worth Star-Telegram's Web site  that people need to "allow the criminal justice system to work for them."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;"This is a very unique case, but we have a criminal justice  system in place, and no one can take the law into their own hands," Johnson  said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;The Star-Telegram didn't identify the father or the stepson  to protect the identity of the girl. Fort Worth police didn't immediately return  phone and e-mail messages from The Associated Press.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;When the stepson was arrested, the man warned his wife not  to get the teenager out of jail. She posted bond for the teen's release. When he  called home Jan. 3 after getting released, the father took the call and picked  him up, police said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;Instead of taking the teenager home, the Arlington man drove  to an abandoned house in Fort Worth, beat his stepson with a baseball bat and  sodomized him with a metal tool, police said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;After the man left, the stepson found a pay phone and called  police, who searched the abandoned home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;"We did find evidence at the scene to corroborate our  victim's story," Johnson said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author: Wow.. talk about revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,322386,00.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- QUIGO --&gt;&lt;!-- QUIGO --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-2061213064089702258?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/2061213064089702258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=2061213064089702258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/2061213064089702258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/2061213064089702258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/cops-dad-sodomized-teen-stepson-to.html' title='Cops: Dad Sodomized Teen Stepson to Avenge Rape of Daughter'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-4867759431848770990</id><published>2008-01-13T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T07:20:52.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Glory, glory Man United!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man United win 6-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arsenal draw 1-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liverpool draw 1-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiiih.. there's nothing better than to end your week watching your team sitting on top of the table. For Liverfool and Arse-nal fans, shut up =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grabs a drink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-4867759431848770990?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/4867759431848770990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=4867759431848770990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/4867759431848770990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/4867759431848770990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/glory-glory-man-united.html' title='Glory, glory Man United!'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-1330196446981143616</id><published>2008-01-10T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:46:20.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Choices, choices</title><content type='html'>Have you encountered a moment in your life where you have to make a decision, and yet you're indecisive? Both choices are equally good, equally matches your objective. But still, your mind lingers on the end result of your choice. From a single decision, it branches out to thousands and thousands of possibilities. Before I draw to my conclusion, let me tell you a little story, taken from an article &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the story is republished by author)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The story of decision making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a track that splits up into two in the middle. One track is damaged and old, while the other is still good and being used regularly. Both tracks lead to the same destination. Everyday, trains would pass the usable track and reach each respective destination safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, a group of 20 kids decided to play on the track. 19 of them are playing on the usable track, while the other one, plays by himself at the other side of the track. All of them are aware about their playground's safety issue. But only 1 kid obliged to the most logical action &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for a kid)&lt;/span&gt;, which is to play on the damaged track. The other 19 decided not to be on the safe side, and took the risk playing on the good track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A train is approaching at full speed. Coming from a sharp corner, the driver saw the kids playing on the track, but it is too late to stop now. Unfortunately, none of them see the train coming, and are still blissfully unaware of the incoming danger. The driver panicked, and he needs to decide what to do now. Will he continue driving on the usable track with 19 kids, or will he reroute to the damaged track with 1 kid. He goes for the damaged track and sacrificed 1 child, while saving the other 19. Or so he thought. In the end, the train derailed and killed everyone on board. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it's not the whole story, but meh.. you get the point)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, looking at another angle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aside from the drama)&lt;/span&gt;, did he do the right thing? Is it ethically and morally correct to sacrifice 1 life in return for 19 other? Had it ever occurred to the driver that the lone kid took the morally-right decision to play on the unused track, in lieu of the other 19 obnoxious kids? Do you see the resemblance of this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion is, sometimes in life, we will face this kind of situation; 2 choices, 2 different ways, 1 destination. So, assess the situation properly, and make the right decision. But the most important thing is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECIDE&lt;/span&gt;. Don't be on the fence. That is not a good practice anywhere in the world. If you're the adventurous one, you'll take the risk. For those who don't, take the safe side. 1 thing in common; no matter what decision you made, sometimes, things get thrown to you unexpectedly, and you need to adapt to changes. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-1330196446981143616?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/1330196446981143616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=1330196446981143616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/1330196446981143616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/1330196446981143616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/choices-choices.html' title='Choices, choices'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-5503935231160909957</id><published>2008-01-07T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:34:49.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jabba the hut'/><title type='text'>Following up the diet post</title><content type='html'>Some of my reader doesn't know who the heck Jabba The Hut is. For you-know-who, you should die an agonizing death for not watching Star Wars! Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4Lu2rW9SmI/AAAAAAAAADs/s83mkdu-wUc/s1600-h/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4Lu2rW9SmI/AAAAAAAAADs/s83mkdu-wUc/s400/pic6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152943546784631394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-5503935231160909957?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/5503935231160909957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=5503935231160909957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/5503935231160909957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/5503935231160909957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/following-up-diet-post.html' title='Following up the diet post'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4Lu2rW9SmI/AAAAAAAAADs/s83mkdu-wUc/s72-c/pic6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-3618152917929467969</id><published>2008-01-06T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:53:20.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Comic strips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HoWbW9SlI/AAAAAAAAADk/MnCAlqNxOUc/s1600-h/thoughts.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HoWbW9SlI/AAAAAAAAADk/MnCAlqNxOUc/s400/thoughts.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152654920687372882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things not to say when meeting the parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HkaLW9SkI/AAAAAAAAADc/A8S-T014LmI/s1600-h/bookstore.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HkaLW9SkI/AAAAAAAAADc/A8S-T014LmI/s400/bookstore.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152650587065371202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bookstore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HjMbW9SjI/AAAAAAAAADU/rnudBE0fMeU/s1600-h/facebook.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HjMbW9SjI/AAAAAAAAADU/rnudBE0fMeU/s400/facebook.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152649251330542130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Facebook sleazy uses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HiI7W9SiI/AAAAAAAAADM/V4ks-yLeM64/s1600-h/compiling.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HiI7W9SiI/AAAAAAAAADM/V4ks-yLeM64/s400/compiling.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152648091689372194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Title says it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HgBLW9ShI/AAAAAAAAADE/Cr5K328y9lI/s1600-h/loud_sex.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HgBLW9ShI/AAAAAAAAADE/Cr5K328y9lI/s400/loud_sex.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152645759522130450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loud sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4Hd4bW9SgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MYorjYRlZ10/s1600-h/photoshops.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4Hd4bW9SgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MYorjYRlZ10/s400/photoshops.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152643410175019522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HcmbW9SfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o2VMi689X1M/s1600-h/fight.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HcmbW9SfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o2VMi689X1M/s400/fight.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152642001425746418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HaC7W9SeI/AAAAAAAAACs/vaZrCJy9kUw/s1600-h/couple.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HaC7W9SeI/AAAAAAAAACs/vaZrCJy9kUw/s400/couple.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152639192517134818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Facebook defines relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pictures courtesy of &lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/"&gt;XKCD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5436070857535593496-3618152917929467969?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/3618152917929467969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=3618152917929467969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/3618152917929467969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/3618152917929467969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/comic-strips.html' title='Comic strips'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4HoWbW9SlI/AAAAAAAAADk/MnCAlqNxOUc/s72-c/thoughts.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-7370907740215404153</id><published>2008-01-06T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:01:13.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Chuck Norris Facts</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to compile 20 of the most hilarious Chuck Norris Facts that can be found on the net. For those of you who didn't know what Chuck Norris Facts are, I'll give you a hint; it's a set of facts that makes Chuck Norris look like a total idiot, or an uber superhuman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(depends on the way how you look at it)&lt;/span&gt;. This is a picture of him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4F8crW9ScI/AAAAAAAAACc/LsGsYmH-_4w/s1600-h/chucknorris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4F8crW9ScI/AAAAAAAAACc/LsGsYmH-_4w/s200/chucknorris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152536280805755330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.chucknorris.com/"&gt;Chuck Norris' Official Homepage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 of The Most Hilarious Chuck Norris Facts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(drumrolls)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chuck Norris can count to infinity, TWICE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chuck Norris destroyed the periodic table, because he only recognizes the element of surprise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of creatures Chuck Norris has allowed to live.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chuck Norris can touch MC Hammer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Chuck Norris does a pushup, he isn’t lifting himself up, he’s pushing the Earth down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chuck Norris’ hand is the only hand that can beat a Royal Flush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chuck Norris eats beef jerky and craps gunpowder. Then, he uses     that gunpowder to make a bullet, which he uses to kill a cow and     make more beef jerky. Some people refer to this as the "Circle of     Life."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Chuck Norris falls in water, Chuck Norris doesn't get      wet. Water gets Chuck Norris.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If tapped, a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick could power the      country of Australia for 44 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chuck Norris can be divided by zero.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A picture is worth a thousand words. A Chuck Norris is worth      1 billion words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Steven Seagal kills a ninja, he only takes its hide.      When Chuck Norris kills a ninja, he uses every part.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For some, the left testicle is larger than the right one.      For Chuck Norris, each testicle is larger than the other one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the beginning there was nothing. Then Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked that nothing in the face and said "Get a job".      That is the story of the universe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little known medical fact: Chuck Norris invented the      Caesarean section when he roundhouse-kicked his way out of his      monther's womb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chuck Norris once ate an entire bottle of sleeping pills.      They made him blink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;James Cameron wanted Chuck Norris to play the Terminator.      However, upon reflection, he realized that would have turned his      movie into a documentary, so he went with Arnold Schwarzenegger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chuck Norris played Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun      and won.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people wear Superman pajamas. Superman wears Chuck Norris     pajamas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There you go boys and girls. For more facts, visit &lt;a href="http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/"&gt;Chuck Norris Facts&lt;/a&gt;. Have a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-7370907740215404153?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/7370907740215404153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=7370907740215404153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/7370907740215404153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/7370907740215404153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/chuck-norris-facts.html' title='Chuck Norris Facts'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R4F8crW9ScI/AAAAAAAAACc/LsGsYmH-_4w/s72-c/chucknorris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-4659394472881127376</id><published>2008-01-06T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:26:54.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Next generation children</title><content type='html'>Inspired by Pei Jet's post about people watching, this is an interesting topic to be discussed about. Have you seen the kids of modern era nowadays? If they're obnoxious, ignorant, lazy and icky, you've found the right one. If you see them with their iPod on the right pocket, one hand typing SMS, and another, chatting on the net, look no further. And now, they're everywhere. It's like a disease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how I spend my life as a kid. I play with dirt, I climb trees, I quarrel with other kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(even got thrown with a big stone on the head once, and it gets settled on the spot)&lt;/span&gt;, I play in the drain, and I chase chicken &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and catch them, and eat them)&lt;/span&gt;. Heck, I even find firewood in the forest and make my own campfire at the back of my grandma's house. But kids nowadays? Pftt.. I see them sitting on their butts, reading Harry Potter, ears stuffed with noise cancelling earphone. They do not practice their social skills, thus making them isolated from everyone else. They have no respect for their elders. NO RESPECT AT ALL. They think that their life is more superior than everyone else. I pity them for their poor upbringing. I wonder what will happen to them when they're all grown up. I sure hope that my sons and daughters in the future won't end up just like them. I despise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-4659394472881127376?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/4659394472881127376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=4659394472881127376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/4659394472881127376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/4659394472881127376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/next-generation-children.html' title='Next generation children'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-5020212443289022957</id><published>2008-01-03T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:59:19.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Happiness: $ 4.98</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R33PMLW9SaI/AAAAAAAAABI/5XOFCjnEaoY/s1600-h/woolworths-happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R33PMLW9SaI/AAAAAAAAABI/5XOFCjnEaoY/s400/woolworths-happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151501356896176546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who says money can't buy happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-5020212443289022957?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/5020212443289022957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=5020212443289022957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/5020212443289022957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/5020212443289022957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-pictures.html' title='Happiness: $ 4.98'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/R33PMLW9SaI/AAAAAAAAABI/5XOFCjnEaoY/s72-c/woolworths-happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-1078175840645363459</id><published>2008-01-03T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:01:04.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Tip of the day: How to lose weight</title><content type='html'>Eat to live, or live to eat? That's the big question. For some, they can't live without food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(eg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;  But for some, they feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obliged&lt;/span&gt; to cut down the fats on their body, or cheeks, without realizing that they look fabulous already. All cosmetics, not health. As a Chinese saying goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't add hands and legs to a drawing of a snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get to the point here. I will now shed some light to those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ungrateful&lt;/span&gt; type, on how to lose weight and stay healthy, the easy way. By healthy, I mean no how-to-be-bulemic-or-aneroxic  here people. Three major points here would be eating right, exercise, sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eating right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's not always about what you eat. It's how you eat, and when you eat as well. When I was just a little boy &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(still am now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my mom always told me to chew my food 21 times before you swallow it. Now, being a kid, stubborn, impatient and all, I never listened to what my mom said. Later in life I realized the underlying cause of that. Apparently, when you chew your food for a while, the food bits becomes smaller and smaller, and well, if you've learned physics, the smaller the size of an object, the bigger surface area to volume ratio &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(correct me here if I'm wrong people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now, when you congest tiny little pieces of food, it is much easier to digest compared to bigger pieces. Hence, it will be easier for your intestines to absorb the nutrients into your bloodstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second point here would be; don't eat before you go to bed. This has been researched by some scientist &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(don't have the reference here, sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and proven to be disastrous  for your body, and for your sleep. You won't sleep well and it will encourage fat storage in your body. How so? Well, it's a known fact that after you eat, your digestion system will be given subsidy by your body, in terms of blood supply. So, less blood will be supplied to your brain, thus, your brain will have less oxygen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Et voila&lt;/span&gt;! A good start to a sleepless night. And why it would make you fat? Well obviously when you sleep, you won't be jogging and sweating and all &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(unless for some people with their 'extra-curricular activities')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore, you will gain fat from your food! Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not going to touch about nutritional values and what not. Eat more fruits, reduce oil in cooking, blablabla.. Help yourself by reading those articles about the so-called food pyramid, and read the back of the packaging before you munch anything. Don't be lazy people! Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't see how I can elaborate this point much further. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORK ON THOSE UGLY BUTTOCKS!&lt;/span&gt; Oh, and while you're at it, make sure that you are consistent. How to be consistent? Find a motivation to exercise, like music, or appraisal, or a purpose to exercise &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;("Man, she's coming back from Paris next month and I look like Jabba the Hut!")&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, you must sleep well. From my very own personal experience &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and from watching my mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, unorganized sleep patterns tend to cause fluctuation of your body weight. This has something to do with your internal bio-clock &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not going into the details here. Don't fret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In lament terms, at a certain time of the day, your body mechanics are adjusted to absorb more fat than it used to. Example, midday. It's because you'll use the most amount of energy during that time of the day than non-peak hours. Still don't get it? Let's just say in the night, your body uses less fat, so it absorbs less than that in the afternoon. So, when you sleep in the afternoon, and you wake up at night, you'll absorb more fat compared to those normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat right, exercise, and sleep well. Hold on to those 3, and you're off to a great start in losing weight. Don't just do it because you want to look slimmer, make it a habit, and you'll be in great shape &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(literally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer notice: Exercise those tips at your own risk. The author will not be responsible for any injuries inflicted. The author only holds a Bachelor Degree of Science in Computing from Nilai International College, not Bachelor in Medicine, albeit he's still a bachelor. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-1078175840645363459?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/1078175840645363459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=1078175840645363459' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/1078175840645363459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/1078175840645363459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/tip-of-day-how-to-lose-weight.html' title='Tip of the day: How to lose weight'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-582057536174117611</id><published>2008-01-02T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:02:53.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First day of school + Work = Traffic jam</title><content type='html'>Back to school. I hate those 3 words. I hate it as a student, and I hate it as a working adult. The traffic jams are unbearable. I don't mean to complaint but that's the reality that we are facing here. The fact that impatient parents double parking, causing massive congestions over a long stretch of road irritates me as a driver. Obviously they don't care that other people needs to use the road as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the problem does not stop there. Toll fares hiked up! Soon, I'll bet petrol price will go up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there will be chain of events that will lead to increase in everything and decrease in nothing, well, other than the cash we have of course. Food, public transport, house, vehicle and loads more. Like it or not, that's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRICE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(literally)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that we have to pay for modernisation. Would you rather have all the prices low, but then no shopping mall, no school, no highway? Come to think about it, we're never satisfied with what we have, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I want to buy a new desktop for my personal use, since this piece of junk IBM gave me &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sorry Mr R50, but you're crap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can't be fully utilized for my personal business. I can't even watch a DVD because the DVD ROM is not functional. Heck, even the hard disk is 30 Gb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;*louder sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-582057536174117611?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/582057536174117611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=582057536174117611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/582057536174117611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/582057536174117611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-school-work-traffic-jam.html' title='First day of school + Work = Traffic jam'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-2784749830445692762</id><published>2008-01-01T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:03:07.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year peeps</title><content type='html'>On a different note, welcome, 2008! Hopefully this year will be better than bittersweet 2007. Thanks for the memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-2784749830445692762?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/2784749830445692762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=2784749830445692762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/2784749830445692762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/2784749830445692762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-peeps.html' title='Happy New Year peeps'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436070857535593496.post-4375625648877785392</id><published>2008-01-01T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:58:58.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Key to happiness: Misery</title><content type='html'>As ironic as it can be, yes, misery is the answer to happiness. Quoted from Therapists from California State University, Northridge and Virginia Tech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The key to a happy relationship could be accepting that some miserable times  are unavoidable. Accepting these problems is better than striving for perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many, cultural fairytales and modern love stories are the perfect way for a relationship to bloom. Not blaming them though. It's only natural for them to have a mindset as such. For a realist, that sort of mindset is a big no-no. In fact, the pursuit of a relationship without any traffic congestions along the way may potentially damage you. And believe me, no insurance in the world would cover that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this happen? Well, it's simple. Logically, trying to achieve something that is impossible &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(really, impossible. not using any euphemism here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will lead to failure. And strings of failures will lead to suffering, emotionally, and probably physically. This will then cause people to start focusing on the negative part of the relationship, hence, more disappointment and resentment. A fantasy, in that sense, will almost certain lead to a bitter ending, unless treated carefully in the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demanding perfection is not the way things work. It's sometimes true what people say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a successful relationship starts with a lie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;And, don't be a hypocrite here, and tell me you never lie in your relationship. Everybody lies. So, what's the remedy for a topsy turvy relationship here? Simple, accept the imperfection. There will always be more difficult times. Couples need to build strength through understanding, to help them cope in the hard times, and at the same time, appreciate the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you waiting for? Change your mindset and be prepared for upcoming disasters in your relationship. Things aren't always like in the movies. They tend to bend, really far from your imagination storyline. Learn to accept imperfection will always work, although, too much imperfection just means, he/she is not for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436070857535593496-4375625648877785392?l=ze-kujad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/feeds/4375625648877785392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436070857535593496&amp;postID=4375625648877785392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/4375625648877785392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436070857535593496/posts/default/4375625648877785392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ze-kujad.blogspot.com/2008/01/key-to-happiness-misery.html' title='Key to happiness: Misery'/><author><name>Aizad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201265157524878552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qKDa13oi9M/Sh8d5hkR3fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kmnVCRCFYFs/S220/n693686539_409366_8518.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
