<?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-5871259</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:26:34.583+08:00</updated><category term='visits'/><category term='badminton'/><category term='connection'/><category term='workout'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='apple'/><category term='yum char'/><category term='comics'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='rantings'/><category term='phone'/><category term='ttdi'/><category term='fathers&apos; day'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='frangipani'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='kdu'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='video'/><category term='mom'/><category term='low yatt'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='review'/><category term='michael backman'/><category term='update'/><category term='weather'/><category term='jonathan rhys meyers'/><category term='Gabby'/><category term='kl'/><category term='exam'/><category term='malaysia'/><category term='walk'/><category term='lightning'/><category term='brands'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='politics'/><category term='funnies'/><category term='gym'/><category term='newspaper'/><category term='revamp'/><category term='streamyx'/><category term='party'/><category term='wii'/><category term='blog'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='life'/><category term='movie'/><category term='rain'/><category term='bangsar'/><category term='trick'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='religion'/><category term='utas'/><category term='blahs'/><category term='sick'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='sabbatical'/><title type='text'>a b e - s t e r i a</title><subtitle type='html'>.:: best viewed with an open mind and a pinch of salt ::.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>282</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-4350610803574376395</id><published>2008-06-03T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:08:06.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been quite a long time since I last blogged. That's cos I've had so much to do and so much to prepare for. Now, I am exactly 30 days away from leaving Malaysia to the frigid tundras of Tasmania, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hectic 2008 but everything is pretty much all systems go and quite frankly, I am excited yet scared to go to a foreign land for the first time for such a long period. Yes, yes, I've heard how &lt;em&gt;kampung&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;ulu&lt;/em&gt; Tasmania is but I really don't mind as I have spent 26 years of my life at a hectic pace here in PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving on the 2nd of July 2008 and will only probably be back on the 30th of September 2009. Nope, I highly doubt that I will be coming back for Christmas or Chinese New Year as I have a lot planned out for my stay there. I will definitely miss my friends and not to mention, the FOOD! But hey, one's gotta do what one's gotta do, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see any of you before I leave, I wish you guys all the best and thanks for the many good times we've had :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-4350610803574376395?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/4350610803574376395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=4350610803574376395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4350610803574376395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4350610803574376395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2008/06/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5217149970005458512</id><published>2007-08-11T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T01:15:06.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabbatical'/><title type='text'>Sabbatical</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a sabbatical from blogging for a bit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have lots to sort out at the moment and plus, a revamp to a b e - s t e r i a is currently under consideration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I'll get it all sorted soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5217149970005458512?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5217149970005458512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5217149970005458512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5217149970005458512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5217149970005458512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/08/sabbatical.html' title='Sabbatical'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-3877061524205346157</id><published>2007-07-31T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T14:47:25.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utas'/><title type='text'>Brief Update</title><content type='html'>I know I have not been blogging consistently but I've been kinda caught up with some stuff. Lets see, to briefly update, here's wha's been happening.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, I found out that I've graduated with a Diploma in Law from KDU. Yes, that would also mean that I have passed all my papers and now, transferring credits over to the University of Tasmania. And yes, that also means I got accepted into the uni. So, YAY! So now I have a diploma so that makes me a diplomat! They even have a convocation ceremony and stuff end of August. Mom's all ecstatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, my workout has finally paid off when I met up with some of my classmates whom I've not seen in months since my term ended and they noticed how big I've gotten! Double yay! My vigorous routine certainly did a good job. I feel so good about myself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My term for UTAS with KDU starts on the 27th August and that means I have about a month odd to kill. Damn. Anyone wanna play squash or badminton? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-3877061524205346157?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/3877061524205346157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=3877061524205346157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3877061524205346157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3877061524205346157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/brief-update.html' title='Brief Update'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7920840802920535310</id><published>2007-07-25T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:22:55.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabby'/><title type='text'>No, She's Not My Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RqcxYtrYXQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9dBq6kpOXgI/s1600-h/DSCN0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something interesting happened today at lunch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was out with mom and my neighbour's kid, Gabby &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(short for Gabrielle)&lt;/span&gt; and mom wanted to check out a few furniture shops for a chest of drawers. For a kid who's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; 3 years old, she's one very intelligent kid with a wide range of vocabulary for that age. You cannot lie to her because she will call your bluff and argue with you. Yes, argue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One time, my dad told her that she was being unreasonable and she asked him what "unreasonable" meant and started debating and trying to have her way. Smart kid. She also figured out my mom's name on her own. She used to call my mom "aunty". But after hearing her grandmom calling my mom by name, she picked it up and by associating the name to the person, she started calling my mom "aunty Margaret". All of us were quite shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I learnt that she knew the words to that old song, "When I Was Young". All of it. That was the first surprise. The second was when I had Mika's album playing in the car and she was singing to his songs. Turns out, her dad has the same album in his car and she was happily singing away to "Grace Kelly", "Lollipop" and "My Interpretation". Sure, she didn't exactly pronounce the words coherently but for a kid that age to recognise the songs AND the title, it's quite amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after visiting the furniture shop, we decided to have lunch at Hup Soon. We ordered our food and Lil Gabby was amusing herself by singing and telling us LOTS of stories like who Harry Potter's wife was and what happened to her and stuff. Of course, this is not unaccompanied by shrieks of laughter cos she finds herself so amusing. She's absolutely adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Yong Tau Foo order finally came and with a shocked expression, the guys asked me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"Your daughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;?!"&lt;/span&gt;. I almost choked and explained to him that Gabby is my neighbour's kid and we were just taking her out on a ride. After looking at the scenario closely, it DID look like Gabby was my daughter and my mom was her grandmother. Haha it was hilarious. Of course, inquisitive Gabby kept asking me what the guy asked and how come she's not my daughter -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As cute and adorable as she is, she can be a HANDFUL. Really. She's quite loud and rough. Very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un-girly&lt;/span&gt;. She would bump her head and laugh &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(aka shriek)&lt;/span&gt; out loud because it is most amusing for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's a picture of the rascal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RqcxYtrYXQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9dBq6kpOXgI/s320/DSCN0533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's damn cute but don't let it fool you cos you're in for a world of surprises! :D&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/5871259-7920840802920535310?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7920840802920535310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7920840802920535310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7920840802920535310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7920840802920535310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-shes-not-my-daughter.html' title='No, She&apos;s Not My Daughter'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RqcxYtrYXQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9dBq6kpOXgI/s72-c/DSCN0533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7184371099376278400</id><published>2007-07-21T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T18:00:37.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>This Is Cool</title><content type='html'>Leave it to the Japs to come up with something this creative and funny!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.1-click.jp/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out what I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7184371099376278400?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7184371099376278400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7184371099376278400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7184371099376278400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7184371099376278400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-cool.html' title='This Is Cool'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-1474048221276861610</id><published>2007-07-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:26:14.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I'm Really Sick</title><content type='html'>Great. After popping many Panadols, my fever and flu are still not gone. And I have a freaking paper tomorrow morning at 10am. How on earth am I going to pull thru this one?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been trying to study for the life of me but it's difficult when you're giddy and trying to remember cases. This really sucks. And there's no way I can postpone the exam. Plus, I'd rather get this over and done with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargghhhh! Poo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-1474048221276861610?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/1474048221276861610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=1474048221276861610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/1474048221276861610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/1474048221276861610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-really-sick.html' title='I&apos;m Really Sick'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-3224124387996767762</id><published>2007-07-19T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:56:06.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>After a few hours of tweaking and editting here and there, my blog seems to be what it was before the codes got messed up. I even got my galleries and links to other blogs up again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took me awhile but managed to fix as much as I could. If your link was previously in my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abe-sterians&lt;/span&gt; list and it isn't now, let me know and I'll add you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my phone's screwing up much and I'm planning to get a new phone and this time, it will be a Sony Ericsson walkman edition. Stupid Nokias are screwing way too often. If all goes well &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;($$-wise)&lt;/span&gt;, I should get my new phone by the end of the week. So if you don't get a reply from  me, chances are my phone ate your message / missed call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now back to trying to study thru the massive headache and spinning my head has been going through the past few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-3224124387996767762?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/3224124387996767762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=3224124387996767762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3224124387996767762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3224124387996767762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-8454254487766970471</id><published>2007-07-19T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:38:58.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long absence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't feel like blogging much when most of my codes got erased and stupid Blogger did not reply my mail about this problem. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bodoh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has happened during the past 1 week plus but I will get down to updating if I feel like it :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, my re-sit's tomorrow and I've yet to finish up on my reading and stuff. To make matters worse, I'm not feeling well for the past few days. Feels like I'm coming down with the flu. Sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to find a copy of my template somewhere on my comp and inserted them back but a lot are still missing from what it was before. Will sort that out soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-8454254487766970471?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/8454254487766970471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=8454254487766970471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8454254487766970471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8454254487766970471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-728872383691055851</id><published>2007-07-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:45:37.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Shit!!</title><content type='html'>Oh no oh no oh no!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you noticed, the "june babies" portion all the way down is empty. All I did was editted the colour and inserted the &lt;strike&gt;strike&lt;/strike&gt; code as I normally do when the said birthdays are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I published it, it was empty. When I checked the codes, everything below it have been erased! Wtf?! I'm freaking frustrated because I made no backup for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've sent a ticket to their support team and I hope they can restore my codes. I'm sure &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;(rather, hoping like mad)&lt;/span&gt; that they have it stored in their database somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sad right now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-728872383691055851?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/728872383691055851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=728872383691055851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/728872383691055851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/728872383691055851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/shit.html' title='Shit!!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5612017597288201703</id><published>2007-07-10T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:28:09.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nippley Man I Met, Ate My Motorboat</title><content type='html'>OMFGROFLMFAOLOL!!!!! Hahahahahahahahahaha! Hilarious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtJRNyPK-lc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtJRNyPK-lc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks like he smothered his face with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kunyit&lt;/span&gt; (tumeric) powder and put on fangs that you get from Ding Dang to look like a zombie! Talk about no budget make-up crew haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5612017597288201703?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5612017597288201703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5612017597288201703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5612017597288201703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5612017597288201703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/nippley-man-i-met-ate-my-motorboat.html' title='Nippley Man I Met, Ate My Motorboat'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7017291863882435855</id><published>2007-07-10T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:46:50.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>So-called Productive Day</title><content type='html'>The day went pretty well. I thought it was going to be another non-productive day filled with boredom.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I had to head down to Cineleisure to get tickets for my parents and their 2 friends for Transformers this Thursday. Yeah, I made them agree to watch it &gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was there, the sucky part was that I could not purchase the tickets in advance for Thursday cos it has not been "scheduled". Wtf? That's just silly. You would think Cineleisure wouldn't be that lame. Hell, you can book at GSC a month in advance. Pffft!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, looks like I'll be heading over tomorrow again to get them. I left Cineleisure and contemplated to stop by GSC, 1 Utama to get the tickets but was already on the road back to PJ so, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt;. I'm trying to book the tickets online now and even that is hopeless. Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopped by KDU to check dates for my re-sit and my Semester 5 UTAS program term. My re-sit is due on next Friday, 20th July. Ok &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; still got time to study :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for my UTAS term, I start on the 27th August! Omg that's like more than a month away. I'm so going to need a friggin' hobby -___-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got the relevant info and made my way to pick Tiny up for lunch. Had lunch and went home and baked more in the heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dinner, mom made a rather interesting dish - Fried Fettucine with Lamb - and it was awesome. Wanted to be greedy and gobble up the whole thing but too bad the rest of my family would starve for the night then. I wanted to take a pic but my hunger got the better of me and so I didn't :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now to make wax out of my fats that have melted in this heat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7017291863882435855?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7017291863882435855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7017291863882435855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7017291863882435855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7017291863882435855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-called-productive-day.html' title='So-called Productive Day'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7848650685142081213</id><published>2007-07-09T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:25:38.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>Apostasy</title><content type='html'>What I'm about to post can or may be uncomfortable for some but this was aired recently on Al-Jazeera on Astro. Some of you may have heard or watched it yourselves and hence, may have a thing or two to say. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally found this coverage to be a good one and one that should be watched by fellow Malaysians. I do not in any way hate Muslims or the religion but it is sadly a shame that Malaysia is moving far from a desired democratic country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islam here in Malaysia is often used as a means of political gains and not so much as to the values of the religion itself. I feel that the tender teachings of Islam has been in turned used as wheels in our country's political vehicle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50 years of independence indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgnncfYRPxk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgnncfYRPxk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To comment on what I've watched via youtube, it is utterly inhumane to separate a young child from her parents simply because of "religion". It's stupid and cruel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch it and you be the judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7848650685142081213?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7848650685142081213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7848650685142081213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7848650685142081213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7848650685142081213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/apostasy.html' title='Apostasy'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-9094979775678177130</id><published>2007-07-09T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:17:34.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; birthday to Steph!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; birthday to Seb!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you guys have many more to come :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-9094979775678177130?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/9094979775678177130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=9094979775678177130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/9094979775678177130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/9094979775678177130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-3255125232017005480</id><published>2007-07-08T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T15:20:42.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Twenty One</title><content type='html'>The party last night at Twenty One was a total blast and needless to say, we had shit loads of fun. Had quite a fair bit to drink but surprisingly, I woke up with very little hangover. That's good news cos I hate the feeling of wanting to puke for an entire day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro and I arrived early at Twenty One and met Steph's friends, Azrul and Ai Ling. The place is actually quite nice. From the moment we stepped in, I noticed the cold cement steps at the entrance and kept thinking how Xavie is gonna love the place. That woman has a fetish for cold industrial designs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph arrives and the party kicked into gear and next thing I knew, everyone's having a jolly good time. The Fang siblings &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Steph's brother and sisters)&lt;/span&gt; were there too! It was definitely a pleasant surprise to see them considering how long I've not met them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the night progressed, more drinks were served and more people were getting drunk - especially the birthday girl. Damien got Steph a flaming lamborghini &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(the classic birthday drink)&lt;/span&gt; and she downed it like a lil soldier. Not bad for a beer girl :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much fun, we headed over to Cynna to meet up with other people but alas, after being in that place for like 10-15 minutes, the lights came on and the music stopped playing. Poo. We then headed over to Bar Blond to meet up with more people. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lepakked&lt;/span&gt; there for a fair bit and had lil more beers before heading for home. By this time, my throat's all sore from screaming and yelling and it has been reduced to what I'd like to think, husky and sexy haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got home at about 4.30AM this morning and this is definitely a record for me. I'm usually back home by 3AM and this would be the longest I've stayed out for a party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brings us to now. Feeling a bit groggy but not too bad. Nothing a good workout can't fix! I was looking forward for squash today but just found out that that's not gonna happen :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, we might be just going for our walk/jog in TTDI if it doesn't rain. The weather does seem threatening to just piss that plan to hell. Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ps: I've uploaded the photos from last night onto my Picasa web album. Click the link on the sidebar to view --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-3255125232017005480?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/3255125232017005480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=3255125232017005480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3255125232017005480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3255125232017005480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/twenty-one.html' title='Twenty One'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7258330151442035521</id><published>2007-07-07T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T15:52:52.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>777</title><content type='html'>Ah today's the day of triple 7 - 7th July 2007. Don't know what the big deal is since it's just the same digits in a date. For me, today's the day with many events.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today's also the day where my godsis Lenny got married (registered) to her long-time boyfriend, Cristano. It's so odd to see a girl whom I've known for the past 23 years. Her mom used to babysit my bro and I when we were kids and now she's all grown up and married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cristano is an old friend during my active days in church. A long time has past and now getting married. It's pretty mind-blowing. They've been dating for almost 10 years now and the deal is sealed with marriage. It was just a matter of time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, a hearty congratulations to them for such a big step in their lives! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, we'll be celebrating Steph's birthday at 21 in Jalan Changkat Bukit Bintang since her actual birthday falls on a Monday. I'm pretty sure tonight's going to be a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Liquid Bar sent me an invitation for their 9th anniversary party tonight. So many events, so little energy / time. I would have to give LQ a skip cos of Steph's party and I'm sure that's going to be more fun since everyone's gonna be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, as I enjoy feeling my head bake from the heat wave, I'm gonna try and chill. Bloody hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7258330151442035521?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7258330151442035521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7258330151442035521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7258330151442035521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7258330151442035521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/777.html' title='777'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-8504514635747507662</id><published>2007-07-04T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:51:48.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>After months of waiting and anticipation, good news greeted me today - I got accepted into Year 3 of the University of Tasmania (UTAS) program at KDU. I'm quite excited, really. Now I can look forward and plan to fly off in July 2008. So yay me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have to prepare for a re-sit for a subject this month. Just found out that re-sits will commence on the 16th (Monday) itself. Should last for a week. Finally, things are looking up for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As great as the news was, bad news accompanied it - my classmate's mom passed away yesterday morning. The news was really shocking considering that her mom would just turn 50 this year. Sad, just sad. My thoughts are with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day was basically filled with mixed emotions. Happiness and at the same time sad for my friend. Sometimes life is just super unpredictable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were plans to attend a farewell party at the Hard Rock Cafe, KL organised by the Law Society of my college for those who are due to fly to UK this August / September but most of us will not be attending out of respect for our friend. Sigh. I just hope she's holding up well and taking it well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as bittersweet the news were, life goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm rambling, I'm dying from the heat wave we've been having. My face feels like its about to be burnt to a crisp. Gaah! Cold showers don't seem to work well with this heat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-8504514635747507662?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/8504514635747507662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=8504514635747507662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8504514635747507662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8504514635747507662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-1329404625625608641</id><published>2007-07-02T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:43:12.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>I've Been Apple-d!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RokZksZzLcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/7hXnae65j-4/s1600-h/iphonehero20070702.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku sudah di-Apple-kan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For Mac users, I'm sure you have come across this. Me, being an uncool regular Windows user, have discovered &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/safari/download/"&gt;Safari for Windows&lt;/a&gt;! It's the browser Maccies use and it's really awesome. Much better than that lame ass Internet Explorer which lags at every click of the mouse.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RokYR8ZzLbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PhrCr-9Sf94/s400/safaribrowser.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safari has a clean interface so you focus more on the content rather than huge buttons like IE. It has a cool slick metallic design that's easy on the eyes and super user friendly. It has drag and drop features for your bookmarks. You can customise the buttons and layouts and I think they have skins to decorate it to suit your taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes a while to get use to its interface but it won't take long before you start wanting to tweak it and fiddle with everything and break it like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we're on the subject of Apple products, I WANT AN &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;iPhone&lt;/a&gt;! It's sooo pretty and cool. And I'd like to be pretty and cool too haha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RokZksZzLcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/7hXnae65j-4/s400/iphonehero20070702.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See how pretty they are? It's all-in-one much like the coffee (or tea) we drink every morning. I want one!!! I want to talk, watch movies, play music, find my way around KL with its GPS feature, take down notes and ultimately be cooler than everyone else! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sure the price is pretty and cool to match too. If purchased via their website, its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;$499.00 (approx. RM1,713.00)&lt;/span&gt; for 4GB space and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;$599.00 (approx. RM2,057)&lt;/span&gt; for 8GB. Hmm, it's cheaper than a freaking Nokia N-series phone! And as we know, Nokia phones tend to screw up a lot &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(what to expect? They used to make shoes)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas is coming and I'll still be around to celebrate my birthday next year &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;(my birth date's at the top right below my gorgeous pic ;p)&lt;/span&gt; so save up haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-1329404625625608641?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/1329404625625608641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=1329404625625608641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/1329404625625608641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/1329404625625608641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-apple-d.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Apple-d!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RokYR8ZzLbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PhrCr-9Sf94/s72-c/safaribrowser.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-6104222082422479464</id><published>2007-07-01T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:09:07.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RocZA8ZzLaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-Uh1IbdEew8/s1600-h/transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082058208515927458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RocZA8ZzLaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-Uh1IbdEew8/s400/transformers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh and I caught the late &lt;a href="http://www.transformersmovie.com/"&gt;Transformers&lt;/a&gt; screening at Cineleisure last night thanks to Kel Li's friends who had 2 extra tickets for the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we had to wait a fair deal before the movie, the movie was definitely worth the wait! Transfomers is now my favourite movie of all time. It was an awesome experience to watch the movie. It is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was so good, I cried when they introduced Optimus Prime. Omg he rocks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is overwhelming to see a movie that was once almost every child's childhood cartoon series realised into a full scale live production coupled with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OMFG-AWESOME-SHIT-SPECIAL-EFFECTS.&lt;/span&gt; I must say that it is the most successful cartoon franchise to be made into a movie. The special effects to make the vehicles transform is just &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MIND BLOWING&lt;/span&gt; and fuck it was done perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the sound they make when transforming in the cartoon series? Well, it was included in the movie and man it worked out perfectly. Didn't think it would at first but it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, Josh and I left Cineleisure with looks of awe and amazement. It's just too good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to be a Transformers fan to be blown away by this movie. I'm one so I may be biased but I don't care. As a little kid, I've enjoyed watching Autobots trashing the Decepticons. Of course, in the cartoon series, the Decepticons were the typical stupid bad-guy that often loses because ultimately good triumphs over evil. However, in the movie, I was pretty shocked to see how evil and cruel the Decepticons can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie kept in line with the cartoon series with its humour and style of dialogue. Yes, the movie is also hilarious with intelligent script and funny Non-Biological Extraterrestrial (NBE) antics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottomline is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WATCH IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This is the first time a movie that really REALLY lived up to its hype. Not one of those Pirates of the Carribean hype that just sucked after watching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro is a bigger Transformer fan than I am and if I can cry &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(or even had an erection watching the show)&lt;/span&gt;, God knows how he's going to react!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch it! Watch it! Watch it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot stress enough how much you guys need to watch this if you haven't already!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Autobots, roll out!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;PS: To all Transformers fans, you will KNOW it's Optimus Prime ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-6104222082422479464?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/6104222082422479464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=6104222082422479464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6104222082422479464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6104222082422479464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RocZA8ZzLaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-Uh1IbdEew8/s72-c/transformers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-3226473962854959927</id><published>2007-06-30T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:22:21.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Blog Got Screwed</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to load my blog and my background and layout got fucked. All I see is plain crappy format:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081757071178935698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RoYHIcZzLZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/eBOsfKuPOj0/s400/screwedupblog.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Anyone care to help? Is it Blogger or did my codes get screwed up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-3226473962854959927?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/3226473962854959927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=3226473962854959927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3226473962854959927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3226473962854959927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-got-screwed.html' title='Blog Got Screwed'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RoYHIcZzLZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/eBOsfKuPOj0/s72-c/screwedupblog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5327568003748570747</id><published>2007-06-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:23:44.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when good things are about to happen but the timing is just so fucking unfortunate? It's just not fair sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently going through a phase in my life where irony plays a huge role in my daily adventures &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(it's like rain on your wedding day!)&lt;/span&gt;. Hence the inconsistency in my blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week and this one have been rather erratic and all over the place. So many things happening at the same time I have no clue what to make of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sit here and recall what has happened and put them into words is just too much for the tiny lil thing in my head - my brain - can or want to handle. I'll blog properly soon once I've sorted things out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where is my Alanis CD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5327568003748570747?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5327568003748570747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5327568003748570747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5327568003748570747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5327568003748570747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-3788361194784537687</id><published>2007-06-27T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:10:19.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trick'/><title type='text'>Look Ma, No Hands!</title><content type='html'>Check this out guys. I'm not sure how real this is but it's a damn neat trick. Also, the person who perfected this trick must be damn lazy to bend down to tie his own shoelaces haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VizMKKiOL4o" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-3788361194784537687?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/3788361194784537687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=3788361194784537687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3788361194784537687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3788361194784537687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/look-ma-no-hands.html' title='Look Ma, No Hands!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-4311248586366049055</id><published>2007-06-24T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:02:56.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ttdi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Huff And Puff</title><content type='html'>Woke up feeling lazy at first. One of those days where you just feel like staying in bed and not having to move a single muscle for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged my lazy ass out of bed for a nico stick and also for a shower and lunch. Bro and I grabbed lunch at our usual spot and just when I was finishing up with lunch, Charmaine text me to have lunch as well. So I decided to accompany her for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked her up and off we went to Sri Devi. At the same time, a brilliant plan was concocted - going to the TTDI park with her dog, Fluffy and Xavie's dog, Bandit &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(aka The Rapist / Sexual Predator)&lt;/span&gt;. You'll know what I mean soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ourselves to TTDI and off we started on our journey through the slopes and gravel. And Bandit (a male) could not take his eyes of Fluffy (a female) at all -  hence the nicknames. Needless to say, Xavie had a rather hard time dragging the poor lil sexed up dog away from Fluffy, who couldn't care less about Bandit haha! They're both cute dogs. Still, Bandit was totally hyped up with Fluffy. Huffing and puffing whenever he got near to her. On heat &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; this one. Fluffy maintained her cool, elegant poise by snubbing him and went on her merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I did not have my camera with me to take pics of the moments Bandit tried to take advantage of Fluffy. Too cute can die. Will post some that were taken by Aaron's phone when I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, we had to carry Fluffy during some parts of our walk. Let's face it - Shih-tzus are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; made for walking. They're made to be home ornaments where they can just sit there and look cute and fluffy all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our walk was much entertaining because of Bandit's endless attempts to have a sniff of Fluffy's ass. 'Twas indeed a good work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made way for home and now I have to recuperate for a tentative plan to bring Adam and co. to Batu Caves early tomorrow morning. Not sure how that's going to work out since they've got to sort out the hotel arrangements as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-4311248586366049055?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/4311248586366049055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=4311248586366049055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4311248586366049055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4311248586366049055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/huff-and-puff.html' title='Huff And Puff'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-739581241604649086</id><published>2007-06-23T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:12:26.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visits'/><title type='text'>They're Here! They're Here!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Today's the day Adam and co. arrive from London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to KLIA to pick them up &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(cos I'm the nicest guy in the world ;P)&lt;/span&gt; but their flight got delayed and so I was stuck there for roughly 2 hours. Wasn't that bad. Just tired from doing nothing haha! Seeing the many tourists getting into taxis, it certainly made me feel that it is Visit Malaysia 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later, I met up with Adam, Gaz and Jen and attempted to stuff their luggage into my puny Wira. Finally got them in and off we went to KL to check in at their hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, we thought that they were supposed to be staying at the Marriott but turned out it was at the Renaissance. By the time it was realised, I had already dropped them off at the Marriott and was actually trying to look for a place to park and join them at the hotel. Then I got an sms from Adam saying that they were at the wrong hotel and they were supposed to be at the Renaissance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alamak&lt;/em&gt;. I was already stuck in the middle of the BB jam. Adam and co. hopped into a cab and headed to Renaissance and I was to meet them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! I really really am bad with KL roads. I actually got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LOST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No surprise for many of you who know me -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up on Jalan Ipoh or something and next thing I knew, I was in some ghetto area of KL. Creepy shit. I had to call Tiny to get directions and turns out, I had to get back on Jalan Sultan Ismail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I was in the middle of Creepyville and the road signs were bloody confusing. Finally, I got an sms from Adam telling me Renaissance is somewhat next to Concorde and I felt relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew, I saw a sign saying Jalan Sultan Ismail is to the left and I made a mad dash for it and lo and behold, Renaissance was right in view. Phew! Good thing that didn't take long. Cannot &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; KL roads at all. So confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After resting for a bit, we headed off for dinner at Vicchuda, Damansara Utama to give Gaz and Jen a taste of some Malay food. Seeing what we ordered contained a fair amount of chilli, we had to warn them what to eat and what not to eat. Basically stay away from the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sambal belacan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cili padi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Dinner went well albeit it was a tad pricey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was pretty exhausted - me from being out the whole day and Adam and co. from their 14-hour odd flight. Dropped them off at the hotel and made my way for home. &lt;em&gt;Yarabi&lt;/em&gt; I cannot feel my legs &gt;__&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-739581241604649086?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/739581241604649086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=739581241604649086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/739581241604649086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/739581241604649086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/theyre-here-theyre-here.html' title='They&apos;re Here! They&apos;re Here!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7666487795669727031</id><published>2007-06-22T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:09:34.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low yatt'/><title type='text'>Pooped</title><content type='html'>Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a rather "productive" day with Tiny. When I say productive I mean I did something out of the usual - going to Low Yatt Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up slightly earlier than usual to shower up and prepare for the day ahead. Got dressed and headed out to pick Tiny for lunch at his sister's restaurant before making our way to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Bukit Bintang area and was quite surprised to see that the sidewalk of BB wasn't thronging with people as it normally would. Especially not on a Friday afternoon. Maybe we were early or maybe people got sick of that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many emergency brakes later &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(yay for Malaysian drivers!)&lt;/span&gt;, we finally arrived at our destination. Just for the record, I hate LY's basement parking. It's always dark, creepy and stinky. Got ourselves a parking at some godforsaken spot and headed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, we had to take a whiz and headed for the toilet. There on the wall in black, bold ink were the words - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RM1 PREMIUM TOILET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, what's so premium about it? Then we found out as we entered. The toilet was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; clean and dry. Very premium indeed. At least we breathe easy knowing that our RM1 contribution is going to good use and not to the &lt;em&gt;kakak's teh tariks&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;kuehs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being PJ inhabitants, we were practically tourists in Low Yatt but finally managed to get around. After rounding the place a couple of times for price lists for Gaz, we finally made our way for home. Plus, didn't want to hang around too much. Parking is bloody expensive in there - RM2 for the first hour and another RM2 for the subsequent hour. Cut throat ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about our KL trip is that we didn't get caught in any of the jams / lunch hour / Friday prayer hour congestion that we anticipated. So that's good. Going home was smooth and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also decided to fit our gym routine in since we were done with KL so early. Got a fairly good work out and headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just exhausted from today's activities. Goes to show how unfit I am -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7666487795669727031?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7666487795669727031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7666487795669727031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7666487795669727031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7666487795669727031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/pooped.html' title='Pooped'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-8678789983197748602</id><published>2007-06-21T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:39:21.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangsar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yum char'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Meet Many People In Bangsar Day!</title><content type='html'>Just got back not too long ago from my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7-hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; long visit to Bangsar. The plan was to initially have &lt;em&gt;yum char&lt;/em&gt; with Joshy and Mark at Devi's Corner but oh boy did plans change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to Bangsar &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(had to park bloody far cos there weren't any parking nearby)&lt;/span&gt; at about 3ish and made my way to Devi's when I got a phone call from Joshy to meet at Social instead. Ok &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; what the heck right? I'm damn &lt;em&gt;pokai lah&lt;/em&gt; but Joshy and Mark were nice enough to &lt;em&gt;belanja&lt;/em&gt; me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were just gonna hang out at Social when they decided to go bar hopping. And we did for about 7 hours. Bumped into James along the road and he too was off to meet some friends for drinks. James went off his merry way and the rest of us decided to head to D'haven for some happy hours &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(as if not happy enough already lol!)&lt;/span&gt;. Found out Steph was &lt;em&gt;yum charring&lt;/em&gt; herself with Willy and another friend at Pelita. Dropped by to say hi for a bit and headed back to D'haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we happily gulped our poisons, a familiar face walked by and lo and behold it was Stacy and Rama. Stace joined us for a bit and chit chatted as the sky turned from day to night in almost an instant. See, screwed up weather. Stace then left to meet some friends at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after having had our beers, I decided to ring James up to see where he is and yup, he was just opposite the road at T-Club and yup, we left D'haven to continue at T-Club with some more beers and whiskey. There I met &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JIJI!!!&lt;/span&gt; Oh wow I've not seen this woman for the longest time. It's good to finally see her again after all this time. We did a little bit of catching up and we hung out there for what seemed to be an eternity. Joshy and Mark's friend, Lin joined us later and next thing I knew, tequila shots were going around. I had to decline cos I had to drive back &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;[insert shocked and horrified expressions here]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the last place I was at was at T-Club before heading for home at 10pm. We were having so much fun that I didn't even realise it had started to rain. Thank goodness I brought my faithful brolly along &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(and dear ol Joshy thought I brought it to shield myself from the sun -__-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I planned to be a simple and casual &lt;em&gt;yum char&lt;/em&gt; session turned out to be an all-out drinkfest. And I kinda liked how it turned out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-8678789983197748602?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/8678789983197748602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=8678789983197748602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8678789983197748602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8678789983197748602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/meet-many-people-in-bangsar-day.html' title='Meet Many People In Bangsar Day!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-2809097382516746763</id><published>2007-06-20T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:18:43.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Bzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Well now, I'm just not used to seeing such short posts. It's so unlike me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, let's recap &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(as far as my memory can serve)&lt;/span&gt; Sunday's events. Hogs, Mei Yee and I did go for our walk at the TTDI park. Of course, being unhealthy people that we are, we started heaving and panting right at the entrance of the park -__- very not the &lt;em&gt;rakan muda&lt;/em&gt;. Very cannot &lt;em&gt;majukan sukan untuk negara&lt;/em&gt;. 'Twas fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forwarding to Monday, nothing exciting happened. Just the usual workout routine with Tiny. There was this girl at the gym who comes in and freaking hogs the treadmill. This wasn't the first time. The first time we saw her there, we waited for a whole freaking hour to use it but couldn't cos she was still using it. Very very inconsiderate. Stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we were early and we planned to hog it if she came. And to our delight, she did. Tiny and I decided to take turns using the treadmill so she won't have the chance to use it. Hah! Serves her right. She was totally lost not having to use it. She "tried" to use the other equipment but failed cos she didn't know how to use them. Tiny and I laughed under our breaths seeing how stupid she looked. Yea we sound mean but people like her don't deserve courtesy since she doesn't know what it means in the first place. &lt;em&gt;Bodoh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you all knew, Mom's birthday was yesterday and thank you all for your kind wishes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought her out for a nice Western dinner at Jack's Place, One Utama. Not too shabby and the steaks are good too. As usual, mine came oozing with blood YUM! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I successfully grossed my mom out by showing her how raw the inside of the steak was :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to today. Went for lunch with Charmaine and had a good heart-to-heart talk about things that were long overdue. Was supposed to head to Low Yatt with Steph to run some errands and meet Joshy for a drink but had to take a rain check to out sort some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am now all sticky and sweaty from the humid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to smell me? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-2809097382516746763?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/2809097382516746763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=2809097382516746763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/2809097382516746763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/2809097382516746763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/bzzzzz.html' title='Bzzzzz'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-894153397384387522</id><published>2007-06-19T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:48:27.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>That Special Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;xoxoxoxoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-894153397384387522?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/894153397384387522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=894153397384387522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/894153397384387522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/894153397384387522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/that-special-woman.html' title='That Special Woman'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-6114261081391896170</id><published>2007-06-17T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:17:47.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers&apos; day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Happy Fathers' Day!</title><content type='html'>Wanna wish all dads (including mine) and dads-to-be a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Happy Fathers' Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-6114261081391896170?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/6114261081391896170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=6114261081391896170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6114261081391896170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6114261081391896170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers&apos; Day!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7277355876533594333</id><published>2007-06-17T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:15:46.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>A Day Without Sun</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling extremely groggy and lethargic for some reason. It's either the gloomy atmosphere and cool air or I'm falling sick. I'm really hoping it's the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here in my bedroom with eyes glued to the monitor and a cancer stick in my mouth, my head is spinning as I try to decide what to do for the rest of the day. There's no squash today &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(booo!)&lt;/span&gt; and most likely, no badminton either. The contingency workout plan would be the 4km walk at the TTDI park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how groggy and wonky I feel, I hope it happens. The weather's awefully tempting to sleep in. Also hoping that it doesn't rain again. It was raining the whole night last night right up till this morning. I wonder if anyone's building an ark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another issue, Adam, Gaz and Jen will be flying in from the UK next Saturday for their 3 week visit to Malaysia and I'm gonna play Mr. Tourguide / Taximan &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(YAY!)&lt;/span&gt;. Also coming to KL is JOSHY POSHY! Josh is flying in on the 19th from Adelaide. Josh, if you're reading this, you better remember to give me a call. Then we can &lt;em&gt;sekali harung&lt;/em&gt; hang out with Adam and co. I'm praying I don't get us lost in the streets of KL considering how poor my knowledge of KL roads is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. For now, gonna rest up and hope I feel better before my walk in the park with Hogs and Mei Yee. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7277355876533594333?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7277355876533594333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7277355876533594333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7277355876533594333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7277355876533594333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-without-sun.html' title='A Day Without Sun'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-4584009438117033235</id><published>2007-06-16T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:26:10.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frangipani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badminton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Yaaaawwnnnn...</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I set foot into Frangipani. Last I did was with I-vy, Radin and Dena. That was like in February. So I decided to revisit that place last night with a few friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place hasn't changed a bit. Same ol' crowd and same ol' music. But it was certainly fun hanging out again. I didn't have much to drink but I still hate the groggy and dehydrated feeling I'm having now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my workout routine's going well and people were complimenting on how good I looked last night after not seeing me for months *proud* ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing happened when I was there. We were having drinks by the bar near the DJ console and I had to pee. Badly. So I made my way through the crowd towards the toilet and there was this skyscraper of a man &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(clearly &lt;em&gt;mabuk&lt;/em&gt; already)&lt;/span&gt; dancing in my way. I tried to squeeze my way thru and he was deliberately dancing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my way &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(is this some pickup thing?)&lt;/span&gt; and blocking my way. My ice bitch mode came on &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had to pee!)&lt;/span&gt; and looked straight into his eyes and coldly said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Skiuz me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and threw him a piercing dart from my eyes. He sheepishly moved out of the way. I mean, &lt;em&gt;nak ngorat tuh, biarlah betul. Orang nak kencing la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Chef Wan was there too. And wow, he's loud. I was getting a beer from the bar where he was seated and man he was blaring into my ears as he talked to his friends and exchanging the occassional cheek kisses. He seemed nice &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; but loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was, this really really really cute guy that caught my attention. He was clearly a twink and his mannerism screamed a bottom. But really cute. Nice to look at. Then.. I found out who his boyfriend was.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh. my. god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; his boyfriend was this &lt;strike&gt;fat ape&lt;/strike&gt; dude who was well, really &lt;strike&gt;fugly&lt;/strike&gt; unattractive &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(yes I sound shallow now but you had to be there)&lt;/span&gt;. I later learnt that the cute guy's &lt;strike&gt;holy mother of fat&lt;/strike&gt; pudgy boyfriend was rich and also a royalty. Nuff' said. Seriously, I was Brad Pitt in comparison to that guy minus the money and the outriders and bodyguards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night ended well and we all made our way for home. And here I am awake at such an early hour because my bladder was bursting and feeling groggy and dehydrated. Hungry too. I hope I don't &lt;em&gt;pancit&lt;/em&gt; later when I go for badminton with Xavie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-4584009438117033235?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/4584009438117033235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=4584009438117033235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4584009438117033235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4584009438117033235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/yaaaawwnnnn.html' title='Yaaaawwnnnn...'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-6911083030831728301</id><published>2007-06-15T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:41:03.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='streamyx'/><title type='text'>I Finally Did It</title><content type='html'>Yup, after weeks of planning and procrastinating (and cancelling due to weather conditions), I finally swam today. The experience was unexpected since it felt like I was swimming in a bucket of ice. Yes it was &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;coooooooooooold&lt;/span&gt;! Did 2 laps and gave up cos it wasn't fun trying to swim and shivering in the water at the same time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another issue, what is up with MSN and/or Streamyx? Are they both fucked up or is it just one of them? Various friends of mine seem to be having issue with their internet, myself included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inclined to blame Streamyx cos it is usually their fault. I used to call their &lt;strong&gt;so-called&lt;/strong&gt; helpline but I think after having made hundreds of phone calls made to them and making them cry, I've lost the will to scold. Besides, not good for my blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their bosses are probably taking all our money and gallavanting with it. And now, they're promoting their 4MB connection. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fuckers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I upgraded from 512K to 1MB and frankly, no difference except for the price. On top of that, their announcements on their website always seem to reflect some sort of "upgrade" or "maintenance" to serve us better. Bollocks. Eat shit and die, assholes. Upgrade my ass &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. It's most likely a term they prefer to use to replace &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"OMG WE FUCKED IT UP AGAIN BUT LET'S JUST LIE TO OUR CUSTOMERS AND SAY WE'RE DOING A GOOD THING FOR THEM BUT ACTUALLY WE CAN'T BE BOTHERED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us hope that Maxis bucks up and goes all out with their broadband services. It's time that Streamyx's monopoly comes to an end. Die, motherfuckers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-6911083030831728301?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/6911083030831728301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=6911083030831728301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6911083030831728301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6911083030831728301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I Finally Did It'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-8821923876429959432</id><published>2007-06-15T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:01:11.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Birthday Shoutouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday to Leon (my cousin)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday to James!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you guys have many more to come! Remember, as how the late Aaliyah would've put it - age ain't nothing but a number ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-8821923876429959432?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/8821923876429959432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=8821923876429959432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8821923876429959432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8821923876429959432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthday-shoutouts.html' title='Birthday Shoutouts'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-3994378145739663487</id><published>2007-06-14T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:31:21.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lightning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yum char'/><title type='text'>It's Alive!!</title><content type='html'>My modem, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from what was supposed to be a brief yum char session with Tiny and Zila at the coffee shop down the road of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got stuck there because the rain decided to imprison us inthe coffee shop. The lightning sure made it fun &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(I hate lightnings, by the way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was enjoying my plate of &lt;em&gt;char kuey teow&lt;/em&gt; when the sky fell and unleashed its fury on us unsuspecting customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiny: Ahh this kind of rain sure won't be long wan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of beads of terror fell from the sky and almost &lt;em&gt;banjir&lt;/em&gt;-ed the roads. I bet KL is having a gleeful time with mud and debris floating all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were enjoying the torrential rain and lightning fest, the power tripped &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; times! And guess who was just seated below the power box? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasib&lt;/em&gt; didn't get fried like the fried &lt;em&gt;kuey teow&lt;/em&gt; I was having.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-3994378145739663487?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/3994378145739663487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=3994378145739663487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3994378145739663487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3994378145739663487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s Alive!!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7394180857212276440</id><published>2007-06-14T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:49:15.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Before I Sleep...</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha! This comic reminded me so much of a conversation I had with Steph, Leo and Xavie after my first experience with the Nintento Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having played Wii Tennis a bit too enthusiastically (till the point of pain), I commented on how we'd have one arm bigger than the other if we played for too long... This comic just brought it a step further hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.gucomics.com/"&gt;GU Comics&lt;/a&gt; (They have cool comics there :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075597085464645490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RnAkqFYgz3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ttuOOnDpHL4/s400/wiisports.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7394180857212276440?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7394180857212276440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7394180857212276440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7394180857212276440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7394180857212276440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/before-i-sleep.html' title='Before I Sleep...'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RnAkqFYgz3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ttuOOnDpHL4/s72-c/wiisports.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5198319971475549055</id><published>2007-06-14T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:58:40.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brands'/><title type='text'>Brands That Say More Than Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First of all I must thank I-vy for these pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe they need to rethink some marketing strategies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075588508414955282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RnAc21YgzxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jpfGbYj5gEI/s320/grabmachine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075588942206652194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RnAdQFYgzyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QzDhsoUgeUI/s320/pondan.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you like some glitter and a feather boa with your cake?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075589212789591858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RnAdf1YgzzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eLxqWQbmgBo/s320/sars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075589698120896322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RnAd8FYgz0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/MhR791b0gXU/s320/spotted.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure this is nothing new... but still...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075589904279326546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RnAeIFYgz1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/TdgCFv0qaM4/s320/springball.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aww man, this just looks wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Annnnnd the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075590131912593250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RnAeVVYgz2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/nhXutsY4BAo/s320/petpet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'petpet' can easily be mistaken for the malay lingo '&lt;em&gt;pepet / pepek&lt;/em&gt;' which means 'vagina'. Then again, most of us prefer to see it as 'vagina' rather than a brand / product haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-vy and I were having a conversation about this and she asked me to do a little task - translate the brand's catchphrase into English which reads - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mimpi Indah Semalaman Bersama Petpet! Si Manja Girang, Ayah Riang, Ibu Senang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we replace the word 'petpet' for vagina we get a very suggestive catchphrase for diapers - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sweet Dreams All Night With Vagina... Baby's happy, Dad's having fun, Mom's easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5198319971475549055?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5198319971475549055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5198319971475549055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5198319971475549055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5198319971475549055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/brands-that-say-more-than-needed.html' title='Brands That Say More Than Needed'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RnAc21YgzxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jpfGbYj5gEI/s72-c/grabmachine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-4217989936635181995</id><published>2007-06-13T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:55:56.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael backman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newspaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>I'm Very Crever</title><content type='html'>The day started out alright. My sleep pattern seems to be returning to 'normal'. I use the apostrophes cos I don't think sleeping by 3AM is normal for most :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from gym not too long ago just when it started to rain. Our weather's seriously messed up &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(I'd like to use kind words when referring to it. Don't want to &lt;em&gt;kena sambar petir&lt;/em&gt; one day)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I was talking to Tiny about Michael Backman's column on Malaysia and he posed me a rather interesting question - &lt;em&gt;"If channeling our funds to infrastructures could be done away with, which avenue should the money go to?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first answer was education and I continued to suggest that perhaps our medical research projects. The reason for this is that our funds could be used to benefit Malaysians across the board and funding medical researches could mean locally produced vaccines and/or other medicines rather than outsourcing such projects that would incur heavy costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I said these things out of sheer opinion and point of view. Then, when I was browsing thru &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/"&gt;The Star Online &lt;/a&gt;last night, here's what caught my attention - &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/6/13/nation/18004940&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Need To Make Our Own Vaccines'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (The Star Online, 13 June 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm very crever. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe I'll write a thesis on Malaysia and its policies for my Masters or Doctorate one day *wishful thinking*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-4217989936635181995?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/4217989936635181995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=4217989936635181995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4217989936635181995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4217989936635181995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-very-crever.html' title='I&apos;m Very Crever'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7590321721584004163</id><published>2007-06-12T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:56:50.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonathan rhys meyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>Hugo-OMFG-Boss</title><content type='html'>Well, the day went pretty well. Weather was the fuzziest I've ever seen. One minute bright and sunshiny-till-the-point-of-burning-my-eyeballs and the next dark and gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the best part of the day was my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were sitting in the living room watching Friends on Star World and of course, the usual ads came on. Only one got my mom's attention - the new Hugo Boss ad featuring Jonathan Rhys Meyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075137163186720514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Rm6CXFYgzwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/V0vJMdY4tXg/s400/hbg-pr1l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mom: *SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAL* MY BOYFRIEND!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: OMG?! O_O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom: He's sooooooooooo sexy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I think she drooled a bit when she said it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Uh umm yeah ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom: Why aren't you that sexy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (What the.. WHAT?!) &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*clears throat* I will be one day! You'll see!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:220;color:#ffff00;"&gt;T____T"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like the support of your loving mom eh? *cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, Jonathan Rhys Meyers is hot. I could die in his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7590321721584004163?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7590321721584004163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7590321721584004163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7590321721584004163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7590321721584004163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/hugo-omfg-boss.html' title='Hugo-OMFG-Boss'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Rm6CXFYgzwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/V0vJMdY4tXg/s72-c/hbg-pr1l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5379317338974063900</id><published>2007-06-12T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:39:18.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh or Malaysia Bodoh?</title><content type='html'>What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, our country is plagued with allegations of corruption and nepotism fiascos. It is no wonder that Malaysia is still considered a third-world country. Sure, this may not be an interesting topic to blog about but I personally feel that Malaysia can do so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of what has been going on in the newspapers such as the Lina Joy case, allegations of corruption, kissing couples in the KLCC park, what dresscode should be adhered to in Parliament and many more ridiculous "important" matters that our leaders like to conjure during their mamak &lt;em&gt;teh tarik&lt;/em&gt; breaks, isn't it amazing how this country hasn't gone to hell yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the ISA breaks down my door and haul me off to prison for inciting the country, I'd like to point out that I love this country and I acknowledge the fact that we have indeed come a long way from what it has been 50 years ago. However, having that said, we cannot deny that our country can and must do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is fitting considering we are fast approaching to celebrating our country's 50th anniversary of independence. Question to be asked is have Malaysia and fellow Malaysians grown over the past 50 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel that yes, we have grown a great deal since 50 years ago. Granted that many speculations to Mahathir's credibility are flying about, we must agree that he did put Malaysia on the map. Something which all Malaysians should be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What got me started on this issue? Well, I was reading an interesting article by &lt;a href="http://www.michaelbackman.com"&gt;Michael Backman&lt;/a&gt; who is an internationally renowned writer and columnist who specialises in various issues that surround Asia. He has written columns on Malaysia and I feel that it is a must-read for Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading his views and opinions, I really do feel that he is the voice most Malaysians have been looking for. In his &lt;a href="http://www.michaelbackman.com/LatestAgeColumn2.html"&gt;'Boleh or Bodoh Column' &lt;/a&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The Age, 15 November 2006&lt;/em&gt;), I could not help but agree with his views. Yes, our government has a horrible habit of spending ridiculous amounts of tax payers' money for nonsense. All for what? To prove that Malaysia Boleh or Malaysia Bodoh? You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that was not included in this article is our recent &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM2 million&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; public self-cleaning toilet since the article was written prior to the construction of such an extravagant useless piece of metal. It is things like this that makes me wonder what goes on in our leaders' rusty clockwork of a brain. Instead of trying to prove to the whole world that Malaysians are too stupid to use a toilet properly, that RM2 million could've been used to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;EDUCATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; morons who piss on the walls and shit in urinals! What we &lt;strong&gt;fundamentally&lt;/strong&gt; need is proper EDUCATION and NOT some machine that only encourages people to be lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue in Backman's &lt;a href="http://www.michaelbackman.com/LatestAgeColumn.html"&gt;'Education, Rafidah and other matters' &lt;/a&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The Age, 29 November 2006&lt;/em&gt;) column is how our schools lack proper education system (which, is archaic today in my opinion) and how funds OUGHT to be pumped to the right avenues to improve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sure a lot of us who have attended government schools would agree that upon reaching higher education, high school education was a worthless piece of crap and that we learn MORE in private colleges / unis that would actually be useful in our everyday lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learning is largely by rote. In an email to me last week, one Malaysian recalled her schooling as being in a system “all about spoon-feeding, memory work and regurgitation. Students are not encouraged to think for themselves and they become adults who swallow everything they're told.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Do you not agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how we turned out. I would have to agree that most Malaysians spend their adult life trying to undo the damages that have been inflicted because of the current system. Given that I am still studying, I can actually see it in action in my class and even in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I conclude this post, I'd like to urge you guys to at least have a read of how a foreigner such as Backman sees Malaysia. You may or may not agree and/or feel that the issues discussed are sensitive but it is an eye-opener. It's about time we crawled out of our &lt;em&gt;tempurungs &lt;/em&gt;and find a way to improve the conditions that may plague our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Malaysians who have no clue how our national anthem goes, for the love of God, learn it. You live in Malaysia and the very least you can do for your country is know the words to '&lt;em&gt;Negaraku&lt;/em&gt;'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaelbackman.com/MM.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Backman's Columns on Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5379317338974063900?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5379317338974063900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5379317338974063900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5379317338974063900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5379317338974063900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/malaysia-boleh-or-malaysia-bodoh.html' title='Malaysia Boleh or Malaysia Bodoh?'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-580320193887574024</id><published>2007-06-11T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:58:34.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Wow I can finally post something properly. Connection seems to have improved today. The weekend was just a slugfest with crappy connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Shrek 3 on Saturday afternoon at GSC Midvalley. Gotta say, the movie was a disappointment. Sure, there were some funny bits here and there but some movies are just better off with Part 1 and 2. Or maybe just Part 1. Pirates 3 was the same deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we did a lil walking around Midvalley before heading off to meet my brother for drinks at Dharoos, Uptown. The regular spot for tea and a high dosage of sugar. For dinner, we headed to Kuchai Lama for some &lt;em&gt;'Ming Tien'&lt;/em&gt; style dinner at the Kuchai Lama Food Court (KLFC). Man, Kuchai Lama is.. not a place I want to live in haha! It's too Chinesey for me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saturday nite was concluded with a drinking get-together with Hogs, Mei Yee, Tiny and Tits at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was slow moving at first. Woke up from a very unrestful sleep. You know, the kind where you feel as if you never slept the night before. Had lunch and tried to take a nap before squash but that didn't work. So I thought, fug it and just exhaust myself senseless and maybe I could sleep soundly at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home for dinner and headed out again amidst the pouring rain to pick Hogs and Mei Yee up for my &lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt; dinner. Since the rain was torrential, we decided to eat somewhere in Uptown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, I was totally physically exhausted from the day's activities and decided to get an early night's rest. For the past few nights, I could not sleep properly for some strange reason. My body is tired but my mind is having its own party and as a result, I only fall asleep an hour after tossing and turning in bed. Really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today's a new day and my body's still aching from squash. I think I sprained my right hand. My thumb moves and feels funny. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta head out for lunch and to the gym. Must not break the routine :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-580320193887574024?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/580320193887574024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=580320193887574024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/580320193887574024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/580320193887574024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-39851770387372249</id><published>2007-06-10T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:32:28.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>Can this internet connection get any sluggier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone having this problem? I'm having a hard time to even post something or open my e-mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-39851770387372249?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/39851770387372249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=39851770387372249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/39851770387372249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/39851770387372249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-3189683401544226200</id><published>2007-06-08T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:23:55.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Double, Triple Dare You</title><content type='html'>Here's to the closets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about this video clip thru my cousin and so I did a little search on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; and omg it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given how conservative our Asian culture is, I'm sure such behaviour will be greeted with a big slap in the face and dear ol' daddy throwing your tiny heiny out the house. Or if Asian dads were like this guy in the video, he'd take the rifle off the wall and fire warning shots into our medula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha funny nonetheless :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Af55I9NN43M" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it made my day a tad less boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-3189683401544226200?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/3189683401544226200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=3189683401544226200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3189683401544226200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3189683401544226200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-double-triple-dare-you.html' title='I Double, Triple Dare You'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-2938195601858696821</id><published>2007-06-08T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T17:52:00.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Out of My Ass</title><content type='html'>I am. I am. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No routine today, it rained and I'm just left with the silence of my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cricket sounds*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-2938195601858696821?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/2938195601858696821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=2938195601858696821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/2938195601858696821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/2938195601858696821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/bored-out-of-my-ass.html' title='Bored Out of My Ass'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-8013913498944163749</id><published>2007-06-07T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:27:10.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results Are Out!</title><content type='html'>Wooot! The results for my finals are finally out. It was due to be out on the 11th but I guess they brought it forward. Even better. After about a week of suspense, I'm happy to know that I've passed all the papers except for one. It's really no big deal since I already expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most relieved for company law which was a total bitch and I was hoping, wishing and praying that I would get through it so I won't have to resit the damn subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll just have to wait for the day to resit for that one paper and start preparations for my Australian program. I'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, my day went pretty well. Started out slow and lazy at first but made myself go to the gym for a workout. I remember my instructor from Fitness First telling me back then, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"To have a great body, it is 70% discipline / determination and 30% physical effort / workout"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm sooo glad I went ahead with my gym plan. Feeling much better and guilt-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, mom is making me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEAK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tonight! Woohoo! Turns out, she CAN take a hint haha! She's even making it medium well so it'll all be juicy with blood. Haha sounds gross but it's awesome :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-8013913498944163749?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/8013913498944163749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=8013913498944163749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8013913498944163749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8013913498944163749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/results-are-out.html' title='Results Are Out!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-6588254868427650328</id><published>2007-06-06T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:18:52.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagu Frust Menonggeng</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Emoes!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4OJEyI2AV2" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Happy Ending&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;a href="http://www.mikasounds.com"&gt;Mika&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: Life In Cartoon Motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no love without sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around&lt;br /&gt;If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can think that we just carried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Little bit of love, little bit of love&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of love, little bit of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;To live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-6588254868427650328?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/6588254868427650328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=6588254868427650328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6588254868427650328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6588254868427650328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/lagu-frust-menonggeng.html' title='Lagu Frust Menonggeng'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-709726212583809345</id><published>2007-06-06T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:38:19.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Feeling Bouncy!</title><content type='html'>Wheeeee! What a really fun song! Me likey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVXpYekcJ34" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, how fun is this guy? I want to be his best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-709726212583809345?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/709726212583809345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=709726212583809345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/709726212583809345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/709726212583809345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-feeling-bouncy.html' title='I&apos;m Feeling Bouncy!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-4071858559015997810</id><published>2007-06-05T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:20:34.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got The Sneezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*AHCHOOOO!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bah, I've got the sniffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out alright. Met up with Tiny and Zila for a drink before heading to the gym for a short work out. Initially planned to walk in TTDI but the weather hasn't been too accomodating. Plus, I suddenly started sneezing for like an entire day. It's sooo freaking irritating with fluids coming out of my nose like a leaky tap &gt;___&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cold kinda spoilt most of the day cos I had to carry around supplies of tissue just so I don't leave a trail of mucus all over the place. Yuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just got back from a &lt;em&gt;yum char&lt;/em&gt; session with Xavie, Steph and Charmaine and boy was it fun. My handphone is now officially female thanks to Steph's squishy heart-shaped stickers that she stuck on the edge of the earpiece. Looks like it has tiny hair pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, she's proud of it -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should attach a phallic-shaped sticker to her handphone... Hmmm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-4071858559015997810?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/4071858559015997810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=4071858559015997810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4071858559015997810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4071858559015997810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-got-sneezes.html' title='I&apos;ve Got The Sneezes'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-4928882148701263209</id><published>2007-06-04T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:47:39.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's To The Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Hoo boy didn't I just have the best weekend ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's see... On Friday, the night was well spent with &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/angelic_keLz/"&gt;Kel Li&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.splashmilk.com/"&gt;Mikel of Splashmilk&lt;/a&gt;, Hogs and Mei Yee at William's. We had a great time exchanging ghost stories and the lil dramatic fun with the flying cockroaches. Good Lord they need to really do something about that place. Eeugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a bit slow moving at first but had a great blast during lunch with Charmaine, Xavie, Aaron, Hogs, Jay, Stephanie and Leo. Later that night, I had a tiny get-together with Hogs, Mei Yee, Tiny and James outside of my porch with alcohol to accompany the cool night. What a great night of random jokes and racial remarks haha! Twas really, really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was perhaps the highlight of the week. Hogs, Mei Yee and I initially planned for a good walk at the Taman Tun park for the evening but that plan went to hell when the evening was rudely interrupted with lightning and rain that could've drowned us on the way to the car. In the end, we decided to have a game of squash at Mei Yee's aunt's place and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh. my. god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was hell lots of fun! Mei Yee's cousin Patrick joined us to give us a few pointers about the game since the three of us were completely clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew squash was a lot of fun. Even more fun than badminton. So yup, squash is now a game I'd like to play regularly and as such, we're going to make it a point to play it every Sunday! Woohoo! Xavie, if you're reading this, NOW I know how much fun the game is. Feel free to call me for a game or two &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing for 3 hours or so, we adjourned for home to shower and up and headed for a hearty dinner at Rasta, TTDI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, I'm just in the best mood to sleep. Having had all the endorphins pumping through my system, I conclude the weekend to be one of the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't wait for next weekend! Looks like my routine for the holidays is getting the right kick-start! &lt;strong&gt;^____^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-4928882148701263209?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/4928882148701263209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=4928882148701263209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4928882148701263209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4928882148701263209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/heres-to-weekend.html' title='Here&apos;s To The Weekend!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7718120158134110310</id><published>2007-06-01T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:28:37.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?! Part II</title><content type='html'>Funny conversation that happened last night. My house phone rings and I answered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lady: Hello, may I speak to Robert, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Robert's my dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me: Oh I'm sorry, he just went out. May I ask who's calling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lady: Oh I see. I'm so-and-so. How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me: Oh hi. I'm good, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lady: That's good. Actually, I'm calling to find out your address. You see, something happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (I don't remember what it was she said) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and I my phone book got destroyed and as a result, I do not have your home address. My son's getting married this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me: Ah I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lady: Yeah, so I'd like to extend my invitation to you. So, do you think you and your husband can make it this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O_O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;*muffled laughter and snickers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (OMG!!!!!) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Uhhh, mmff, could you just hold on a sec?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lady: Sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG wtf?! She thought I was my mom?! I passed the call to my mom and explained the scenario and she laughed her head off. Omg, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sound like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T_T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7718120158134110310?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7718120158134110310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7718120158134110310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7718120158134110310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7718120158134110310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/06/wtf-part-ii.html' title='WTF?! Part II'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-3667911516415521759</id><published>2007-05-31T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:57:57.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning!</title><content type='html'>I have all this pent up energy from the excitement of my exams being over and I have no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooo.... I'm going to clean up my room! Am finally gonna clear up the mess I made during my exams. It's like armageddon in here. Papers everywhere, files everywhere.. you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm maybe I should clear out my closet too while I'm at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-3667911516415521759?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/3667911516415521759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=3667911516415521759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3667911516415521759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3667911516415521759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-8903296643165499835</id><published>2007-05-31T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:39:44.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!!!</title><content type='html'>HURRAH! Exams are finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now bring on the booze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-8903296643165499835?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/8903296643165499835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=8903296643165499835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8903296643165499835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8903296643165499835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/woot.html' title='Woot!!!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-8025068516736185303</id><published>2007-05-30T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:38:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Evil Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; i jz luv dis clas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; dun u??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a b e s:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah its one amazing class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a b e s:&lt;/strong&gt; get screwed over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a b e s:&lt;/strong&gt; best kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; mestila bes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; mmmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a b e s:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah man and id idnt eeven enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a b e s:&lt;/strong&gt; and its probably all the sex i'm getting -____________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; ooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; seeeriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a b e s:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; well, m not doin too bad myself BAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a b e s:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAH bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a b e s:&lt;/strong&gt; i hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a b e s:&lt;/strong&gt; go bury urself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHHAAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-8025068516736185303?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/8025068516736185303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=8025068516736185303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8025068516736185303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8025068516736185303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-evil-friends.html' title='I Have Evil Friends'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-680836452856477483</id><published>2007-05-30T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:17:36.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cake Phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Rl1AujwoEPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/q4afCHOjqLw/s1600-h/IMG_5265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070279924106399986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Rl1AujwoEPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/q4afCHOjqLw/s200/IMG_5265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems like I've been gorging on cakes whenever I get the chance. This is quite unlike me. I'm usually one that does not voluntarily order cake for myself &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I don't even eat cakes during birthdays)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This behaviour of mine surprises even me.. and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know when this cake phase started nor when it will end but it is rather satisfying to be stuffing my face with all sorts of cakes - especially ones with cheese. Mmmm cheesecake. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? Even thinking about it makes me want to have one right now even though I just had a Walnut Chocolate cake with ice cream at Alexis, Bangsar while I was out with Steph, Leo and Xavie. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just last weekend when I was at Midvalley for Pirates, we made a pit stop at Coffee Bean before the movie for drinks and you guessed it, cake. By the way, I loved the Mississippi Marshmallow Chocolate cake (above pic). Sluuuuurrrp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the week before that, I had Starbucks' Raspberry Cheese cake. Gaah! I'm going to be fat with all this cake aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top it all, a good cake with a stick of Dunhill makes the whole experience orgasmic. Nicotine and icing seem to bode well for me. And just today, I stopped by 7-11 to replenish my cigs when I saw Dunhill's latest &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'Limited Edition'&lt;/span&gt; packaging and my oh my, are they pretty! I don't smoke lights or menthol. I only smoke the full flavour ones &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(yeah, let's speed me up for death)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and look at it! It's so slick and stylish &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(DAMN YOU DUNHILL MARKETING PEOPLE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Presenting, the Dunhill D360. I don't know what the D360 stands for but it does sound like a durian grade. Hell this damn thing cost me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RM7.80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yes, I bought it because it looked cool. So hurrah for Dunhill's marketing team!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it better taste better than the normal ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070280263408816386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Rl1BCTwoEQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/r5CpVGz0AiE/s320/IMG_5275.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically, some survey company called me up yesterday to ask me a few questions on Dunhill cigarettes -___-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I have one last paper tomorrow and I'd best be getting ready for it. I so can't wait for it to be all over. I hate having to wait for days in between papers. It's like, you can't have fun or really relax cos you know you'll be sitting in the damn exam hall soon.&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/5871259-680836452856477483?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/680836452856477483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=680836452856477483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/680836452856477483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/680836452856477483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-cake-phase.html' title='My Cake Phase'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Rl1AujwoEPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/q4afCHOjqLw/s72-c/IMG_5265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-4560421991342941960</id><published>2007-05-29T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T16:04:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Computer Hates Me</title><content type='html'>IT SO DOES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my internet connection for no reason and it's so friggin' sluggish. I've done virus and ad scans, removed unnecessary programs and files and it's still sluggish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just rebooted my computer and all of a sudden my internet connection dies and I had to reboot my modem. Bah! Stupid technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-4560421991342941960?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/4560421991342941960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=4560421991342941960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4560421991342941960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4560421991342941960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-computer-hates-me.html' title='My Computer Hates Me'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-2144557798746177234</id><published>2007-05-27T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:47:32.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/UZ6vtIXSL4" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;a href="http://www.jamesmorrisonmusic.com/"&gt;James Morrison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been twisting and turning,&lt;br /&gt;In a space that's too small.&lt;br /&gt;I've been drawing the line and watching it fall,&lt;br /&gt;You've been closing me in, closing the space in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Watching us fading and watching it all fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't explain why it's not enough,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gave it all to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if you leave me now, oh just leave me now.&lt;br /&gt;It's the better thing to do, it's time to surrender,&lt;br /&gt;It's been to long pretending. Theres no use in trying,&lt;br /&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Pieces don't fit here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pulled me under, if I had to give in.&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful myth,&lt;br /&gt;That's breaking my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll hide all the bruises, I'll hide all the damage that's done.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll show how I'm feeling until all the feeling has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh don't missunderstand,&lt;br /&gt;How I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've tried, yes I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;But still I don't know why, no I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why...... why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think many would agree that this is probably the best 'break-up' song by far haha!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-2144557798746177234?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/2144557798746177234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=2144557798746177234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/2144557798746177234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/2144557798746177234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/pieces-dont-fit-anymore.html' title='The Pieces Don&apos;t Fit Anymore'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-4082457213356120224</id><published>2007-05-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:32:48.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?!</title><content type='html'>Here's a little &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what-the-fuck&lt;/span&gt; thing that happened while I was getting ready for my badminton game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone called me (let's call him X) and we started chatting casually on the phone. The usual convo takes place (such as "what are you up to?" etc). So I explained to X that I was getting ready to head out for a game of badminton with my bro and mom for a church thing. Naturally, we talked about the game and how we've not played it in years bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then X starts on a theory about how I should match my outfit to my racket to enhance my gameplay. Honestly, I was not in the mood for such pointless and nonsensical discussion since I was in the middle of getting ready. So the conversation comes to an end and we hung up and I continued to pack my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*BEEP*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SMS from X: "I been fine, thanks for asking. Enjoy the christian outing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "Thanks"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;X: "Typical. Have fun reflecting"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "Huh? What's typical?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;X: "Nothing. Forget it. Enjoy your badminton game"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother to pursue the matter simply because it is pointless and would serve no purpose. This person must be addicted to drama in order to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, WTF is your problem, X? Don't come throwing your emotional baggages on someone else just because you have one too many. I have my own to deal with and I certainly have no time to deal with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this makes sense to anyone at all, please fill me in cos I am totally clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-4082457213356120224?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/4082457213356120224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=4082457213356120224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4082457213356120224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4082457213356120224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/wtf.html' title='WTF?!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5606573125883809884</id><published>2007-05-27T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:16:41.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates of the Carribean: At World's End</title><content type='html'>Well I've finally watched it and I found it to be somewhat a teeny wee bit of a disappointment. I don't know. It had its funny moments but it just didn't do a good job for me. I did like Captain Barbossa though. He's still funny as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the comedy in the movie was pretty much overdone and plus, I was lost with the storyline since I missed Pirates 2. Also, Calypso's story was cut short and had no ending. I do have to give credit for the special effects and CG. Quite amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the movie trip did make me want to catch Transformers even more. Finally watched the trailer and I was squealing like a little girl in my seat and gawking at the animation and muttering &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HOLY HARD-ON BATMAN! CHECK OUT OPTIMUS PRIME!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;under my breath. Some guy next to me was looking at me all weird during my over-enjoyment of the trailer -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many awesome movies to watch and more awesome movies to come. I hear a remake of Thundercats is underway &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(Jessica Alba is rumoured to be playing the role of Cheetara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the World of Warcraft movie is already in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;*twitching with excitement*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; park at the cinema level of Midvalley or else you'll end up like me and my bro roaming around aimlessly looking for the car in the parking lot for 30 minutes &gt;__&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 22nd BIRTHDAY WILLY!!&lt;/span&gt; Sorry it got a day delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to get ready for badminton! WOOT! Hope I don't tear a muscle. It's been ages since I last played.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5606573125883809884?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5606573125883809884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5606573125883809884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5606573125883809884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5606573125883809884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/pirates-of-carribean-at-worlds-end.html' title='Pirates of the Carribean: At World&apos;s End'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7665860865121601185</id><published>2007-05-26T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T17:00:22.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jG6TS2huZpI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jG6TS2huZpI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally awesome, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7665860865121601185?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7665860865121601185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7665860865121601185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7665860865121601185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7665860865121601185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-570935706679582915</id><published>2007-05-26T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:58:53.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Think It's A Hard Thing To Do</title><content type='html'>All I ask is for my existence to be acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously doubt that's asking for a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you think I may not want to go some place or do something, does not mean I'm invisible or don't exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-570935706679582915?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/570935706679582915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=570935706679582915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/570935706679582915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/570935706679582915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-think-its-hard-thing-to-do.html' title='I Don&apos;t Think It&apos;s A Hard Thing To Do'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-6788972332608825118</id><published>2007-05-24T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:01:28.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-Not-So-Happy-Day</title><content type='html'>Today was supposed to be a happy day for me and my classmates. But no. Today's paper fucked us up real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of sulking. I know I'll have to re-sit the damn paper anyway somewhere in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is one final short paper and I just want it to be over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean I can't have my fun now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I'm going to spend my holidays till July. I've got a whole work out routine planned for the holidays and I'm crossing my fingers that I actually stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically from Monday to Friday, I've got a string of activities planned out and I just want to see how it'll go until July. I'm tired of people coming up to me and saying things like, &lt;em&gt;"You're skinny"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"Aww did you lose weight again?".&lt;/em&gt; So maybe this routine will help me bulk up a bit. Maybe I'll attract that someone special &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*wishful thinking*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(yeah I know, it's rather shallow of me but who cares. Society is such)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut too! This &lt;em&gt;hutan rimba&lt;/em&gt; on my head is just driving me nuts! Thankfully, deforestation is scheduled tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-6788972332608825118?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/6788972332608825118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=6788972332608825118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6788972332608825118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6788972332608825118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-not-so-happy-day.html' title='Oh-Not-So-Happy-Day'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-6898218051385673446</id><published>2007-05-24T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T14:44:48.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected.</title><content type='html'>My worst paper ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the best mood to blog about it now. Maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sulk in a corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-6898218051385673446?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/6898218051385673446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=6898218051385673446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6898218051385673446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6898218051385673446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected.'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5006872542185872626</id><published>2007-05-23T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:16:28.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyek Nyek Nyek</title><content type='html'>It is amazing what one can write about something that one does not know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Yup, today's paper was amazing. This is my most hated subject and therefore the least studied for but yet I managed to complete what was required and put every single authority I could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I hate this subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to memorise cases which don't have proper names like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Re a Company no. 007623 of 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. This does not even include the ones &lt;strong&gt;WITH&lt;/strong&gt; proper names which are long-winded and might as well be called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Supercalifragilisticaspealedocious v Suoicodelaepsacitsiligarfilacrepus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bulky and complicated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are at &lt;strong&gt;LEAST&lt;/strong&gt; (and a must to mention) 10 cases per principle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every principle entails a long and detailed discussion about another principle and how they're linked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extremely tedious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is made compulsary by my college when it is actually an optional subject&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd go with the last reason for my total dislike for the subject. I'm sort of glad that it's over and I can now focus on my last subject for the week - Tort. After which is my last paper next Thursday, 31st May. Then it's &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MERDEKA&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5006872542185872626?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5006872542185872626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5006872542185872626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5006872542185872626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5006872542185872626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/nyek-nyek-nyek.html' title='Nyek Nyek Nyek'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-875218441103403283</id><published>2007-05-22T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:27:16.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Die.</title><content type='html'>I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; company law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-875218441103403283?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/875218441103403283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=875218441103403283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/875218441103403283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/875218441103403283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/go-die.html' title='Go Die.'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-1285078153863331677</id><published>2007-05-22T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:48:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is 'Let's Not Use Our Eyes' Day</title><content type='html'>Today's paper went rather well. I was expecting myself to write more grandfather stories and creating my own laws and cases but none of that happened. I &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; wrote sensible things for my paper &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[insert shocked expression here]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Steph for lunch today and headed to Lucky Garden since Batai was jammed packed and we couldn't find a parking spot. Plus, they overcharge for parking in that area. Daylight robbery, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on my way to pick Steph up, I was not-so-happily met with drivers who have suddenly found a fetish for death and accidents. That means they drive without using their eyes. They change lanes without looking and the cars beside it were mashing on their horns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned into Steph's area, some guy reversed out of a parking space without even looking and I almost hit him. Another car coming out of the T-junction swerved without even checking if there were other vehicles. See? Hence my title for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Steph enters the car and we chit-chatted a bit while deciding where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: You know what, Steph? Vision is totally overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Steph: Harr? Why la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: Oh cos people are driving around without the need for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Steph: Haha! What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: *explains my experience on the way to her place*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Steph: Oh, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had lunch at Lucky Garden and continued our usual chit-chatting and then it's finally time to make a move so her boyfriend doesn't starve to death (Steph was supposed to bring him lunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the way to my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kkrrraaakk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;kkkkkrrraaaaakkk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KKKRRRAAAAKKKK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The both of us just looked at each other and then we noticed everyone else looking in the direction of where we parked and a van that was passing by slowed down while the driver was looking behind at my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OMG! Please don't tell me someone drove past my car and wrecked it!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our relief, my car was fine but the car parked next to mine was not in it's best, I'd say. The van that drove by got too close to it and kind of ripped the front bumper off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Steph: OMG did you see that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: Ya! Wow, learn to drive man! (pointing to the driver in the van)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Steph: Luckily your car didn't kena anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: Ya man. Wah this fucker really don't know how to drive. At least come down and do something about it la.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Steph: Yea la. Kesian whoever's car that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: See Steph, it REALLY is 'Let's Not Use Our Eyes' Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Steph: &lt;strong&gt;-___-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving back home after dropping Steph at Leo's place was no different. People were still swerving left and right like there were no other cars in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-1285078153863331677?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/1285078153863331677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=1285078153863331677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/1285078153863331677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/1285078153863331677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-is-lets-not-use-our-eyes-day.html' title='Today Is &apos;Let&apos;s Not Use Our Eyes&apos; Day'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-4252690313252912469</id><published>2007-05-21T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:02:27.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell, It's About Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RlFeijwoEMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/s9YFSlrLg2s/s1600-h/starcraft-ii-20070519022259876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066935003576275138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RlFeijwoEMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/s9YFSlrLg2s/s400/starcraft-ii-20070519022259876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kerrigan, Queen of Blades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blizzard.com"&gt;Blizzard&lt;/a&gt; has always enjoyed keeping their customers waiting with much anticipation. The long wait is over! After 9 freaking years of waiting, it is finally official - &lt;a href="http://www.starcraft2.com"&gt;Starcraft 2&lt;/a&gt; is soon to be released! I've just checked out the previews and in-game shots and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh. my. god.&lt;/span&gt; are they simply delicious! The graphics! The colours! The units! And *GASP* the 3D animation! Go &lt;a href="http://media.pc.ign.com/media/850/850126/imgs_1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view gameplay screenshots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;omgomgomgicantwaiticantwaiticantwait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With so much improvements from what Starcraft 1 used to be (that is crappy graphics and highly pixelated terrain) I'm now wondering if my poor out-dated PC can even load the game, much less play it. I want one! (I seem to be wanting a lot of things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing Blizzard fans will continue to wait for is the release of (also a much anticipated sequel) is none other than &lt;strong&gt;Diablo 3&lt;/strong&gt;. So far, no news about its release have been announced but I am pretty darn sure that Blizzard fans across the globe are waiting... and waiting... and waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till that time comes, lets treat ourselves to Starcraft 2! Woot! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Antaro'Adun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-4252690313252912469?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/4252690313252912469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=4252690313252912469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4252690313252912469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4252690313252912469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/hell-its-about-time.html' title='Hell, It&apos;s About Time'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RlFeijwoEMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/s9YFSlrLg2s/s72-c/starcraft-ii-20070519022259876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-843659166050744388</id><published>2007-05-21T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:06:11.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockfest</title><content type='html'>1 paper down and 3 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per the title, today's paper was pure and utter cockfest. That means I &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;cock-and-bulled&lt;/span&gt; in my paper today. Amazing what one can do under stress. Not to mention I blanked out when I opened the question booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to entering the exam hall I had everything planned out. Cases, authorities, statutes, principles, you name it. I had it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, my dad got an amazing birthday gift - a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nseries.com/index.html#l=products,n73"&gt;NOKIA N73&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! AMAGAWD! I want one! Mom tells me that daddy dearest doesn't know how to use it. Actually, I don't blame him. Even I'm having a hard time figuring it out. Hmm.. Maybe I can persuade him to let me use it haha! I'm so evil. But hey it's a pretty phone. And I like pretty shiny objects ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-843659166050744388?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/843659166050744388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=843659166050744388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/843659166050744388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/843659166050744388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/cockfest.html' title='Cockfest'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7415735905313829538</id><published>2007-05-21T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:33:32.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>Well, exam's in 2 and a half hours time and I'm just about to leave for college so I can read up a bit more before it starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7415735905313829538?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7415735905313829538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7415735905313829538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7415735905313829538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7415735905313829538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7561302527241507166</id><published>2007-05-20T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:02:32.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sucks</title><content type='html'>What does? I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here at my computer in the dark with a hot mug of cereal waiting for the stupid sandman to pay me a visit. I've done 20 push-ups prior to my cereal to tire myself out somewhat but that did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to have my sleep before tomorrow's paper!!!! Aaaaaaaah!!! Heps me!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can't sleep cos I'm nervous. It does not matter. I need to sleep no matter what. Bad things happen when I sit for an exam without getting enough rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some of my classmates are waking up right now to head to McDonald's in Centerpoint to study until the exam. Sounds like what I should be doing. But no, I will blackout during the exam if I don't get my freaking sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm still up and the time is approaching 12 midnight, I might as well give a shout out to Charmaine - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; girl!!! (Yea, the party was a pre-celebration since the actual day is tomorrow, a working day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep! &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7561302527241507166?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7561302527241507166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7561302527241507166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7561302527241507166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7561302527241507166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-sucks.html' title='This Sucks'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-4134664673272837890</id><published>2007-05-20T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T12:50:02.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die La Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Ah shoot. Tomorrow's the day my exams start and I'm shitting more bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again on the larger scale of things, I suppose they'll all be over come 31st. By right, exams end on the 24th but there's one final paper on the 31st and by then it'd be really a joyous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I had fun last night before I die tomorrow. Charmaine's birthday bash was a blast and since I couldn't find a cool hat for the party, I settled for a cap and went as a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;geek-wannabe-poser&lt;/span&gt; which worked out really well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was awesome and had great company to drink with. Charmaine looked awesome in her white sunday hat and shoulderless white dress. In fact, she looked like Joan Collins from Dynasty haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added a gallery feature on the sidebar with last night's pictures and some others. Feel free to check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to have lunch and bury my nose in books so my death tomorrow won't be as painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-4134664673272837890?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/4134664673272837890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=4134664673272837890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4134664673272837890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4134664673272837890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/die-la-tomorrow.html' title='Die La Tomorrow'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-3700831920428288488</id><published>2007-05-19T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T14:34:46.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Frickin' Days To Go!</title><content type='html'>It ain't over till it's over! Two days before my exams and all I can think of is when it's all over. It's like dying a thousand deaths before actually dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my dad will be celebrating his 60th birthday and also, Charmaine will be celebrating her birthday at 7ate9. 2 days before finals and 2 parties to attend woohoo! Shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to find a hat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-3700831920428288488?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/3700831920428288488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=3700831920428288488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3700831920428288488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3700831920428288488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/2-frickin-days-to-go.html' title='2 Frickin&apos; Days To Go!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5508177417289989227</id><published>2007-05-18T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T18:58:11.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm...</title><content type='html'>Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5508177417289989227?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5508177417289989227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5508177417289989227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5508177417289989227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5508177417289989227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/im_18.html' title='I&apos;m...'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-4613465902150855165</id><published>2007-05-18T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T12:32:44.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Geek In Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WKFkUi7ceQM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm an ardent &lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/index.xml"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/a&gt; player.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-4613465902150855165?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/4613465902150855165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=4613465902150855165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4613465902150855165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/4613465902150855165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/geek-in-me.html' title='The Geek In Me'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-633778399692580279</id><published>2007-05-17T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:40:53.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undercover Pimp Mommy</title><content type='html'>Tiny and I had lunch today at Damansara Perdana and so we headed to this Chinese &lt;em&gt;kopitiam&lt;/em&gt; place. It's an ordinary &lt;em&gt;kopitiam&lt;/em&gt; with the usual stalls and what not. Pretty regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opted to have the spaghetti as per our usual since that was the only good thing to eat there and as usual, there would be this pregnant aunty that mans the stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had this a couple of times before so the aunty pretty much knew us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being me, I try to be friendly as much as I can but not in that gross sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Hi, aunty! How are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Aunty: &lt;em&gt;Halo halo. Long time no see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just popped a pleasant smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally there was also this Chinese dude that was waiting for his take-away. Ordinary dude. A tad bit fair. Maybe pale looking. Someone give this guy some blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aunty looks over to him and chats a bit with him in Cantonese. She probably thought I didn't understand the language or forgot I was Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aunty [in Cantonese]: &lt;em&gt;See this one. Handsome boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale guy just cracks a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aunty: &lt;em&gt;See la this boy so skinny (pointing shamelessly at me). You like this one ah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O_O!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pale guy [in Cantonese]: &lt;em&gt;Ok lah. Not too skinny what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, OMG! Was I invisible or something? And was she pimping me? Of course, I wanted to take his packets of take-away and smack both of them but I nonchalantly pretended that I didn't understand what they just talked about and quickly ordered my food and sat at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted that my ability to speak Chinese is close to non-existent but at least I could understand the basics. Even so, at least wait till I was out of hearing range and then gossip. No need for me to know such details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I concluded that she's filthy rich from manning the spaghetti stall AND pimping random customers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-633778399692580279?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/633778399692580279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=633778399692580279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/633778399692580279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/633778399692580279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/undercover-pimp-mommy.html' title='Undercover Pimp Mommy'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-3840295235453450376</id><published>2007-05-17T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T17:45:54.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoz</title><content type='html'>Today is an emo day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it's raining. It's cloudy. I'm horny (oops, irrelevant but who cares). Exam starts on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nowhere to bitch and so here I am blogging relentlessly. Perhaps the most I've blogged in a single day. The emo song post explains how emo I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough I'm supposed to go to church. Well, I'm not going (I know, I'm going to burn in hell). I've already &lt;em&gt;pakat-ed&lt;/em&gt; with my bro to meet at a mamak to kill "church" time and have dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should pick up my notes and read since exams are just in four fucking days and I'm still clueless. No matter how much I study, nothing seems to be sticking in my head. I do not think I've been this messed up for an exam. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Her: Oi, what's wrong with you la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me: I dunno. Fucked in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Her: Aiya, how come la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me: Exams on Monday wei. Nothing is sticking in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Her: Aiyo, you just have to relax and clear your mind and just do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Her: Important thing is you answer all the questions and complete them within the stipulated time frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me: [mind gets messed up even more]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Her: If you can't do it, I don't know how the rest will do. You CAN do it wan. Just need to relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. She's soo supportive and all but I still don't feel any better. This is one helluva deep blue funk I'm in. I know the exams will all be over by the 24th but still... The pressure and anxiety is at an all time high this time around. Maybe I'll snap during the exam and go insane and I'll have to be excused from the exam hall for the safety of the other candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sometimes feel like you've been studying for way too long and everything is passing you by? Given my situation, it's not a grand place to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 25 and will only complete everything in the next 2 goddamn years. Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it. By the time I'm done, I'll be fucking 27. That's the time everyone else is thinking of settling down and starting a family and good ol' abes is just about to start living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute.. Am I going through some pre-midlife crisis? Or maybe going a little insane? Hmm, probably both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think anymore. I'll just have to suck up to it and get the damn exam over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm bitching, I still want that someone to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-3840295235453450376?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/3840295235453450376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=3840295235453450376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3840295235453450376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3840295235453450376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/emoz.html' title='Emoz'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5391562485998990560</id><published>2007-05-17T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:15:01.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A Fine, Fine Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Hu2ZWZMQwK/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line&lt;br /&gt;Between a lover and a friend&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line&lt;br /&gt;Between reality and pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never know till you reach the top&lt;br /&gt;If it was worth the uphill climb&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line&lt;br /&gt;Between love and a waste of your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line&lt;br /&gt;Between a fairytale and a lie&lt;br /&gt;And there's a fine, fine line&lt;br /&gt;Between "you're wonderful" and "goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if someone doesn't love you back&lt;br /&gt;It isn't such a crime&lt;br /&gt;But there's a fine, fine line&lt;br /&gt;Between love and a waste of your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that you even know what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;For my own sanity I've gotta close the door and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line&lt;br /&gt;Between together and not&lt;br /&gt;And there's a fine, fine line&lt;br /&gt;Between what you wanted and what you've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go after the things you want&lt;br /&gt;While you're still in your prime&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line&lt;br /&gt;Between love and a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Soundtrack of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avenueq.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Avenue Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5391562485998990560?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.avenueq.com/' title='There&apos;s A Fine, Fine Line'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5391562485998990560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5391562485998990560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5391562485998990560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5391562485998990560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/theres-fine-fine-line.html' title='There&apos;s A Fine, Fine Line'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-672814384656808539</id><published>2007-05-17T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:20:45.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYnn51C3X_w" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, I actually know people like this in real life. By the way, who does he remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to pause the playlist on the right when you hit the 'Play' button.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-672814384656808539?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/672814384656808539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=672814384656808539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/672814384656808539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/672814384656808539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/lol.html' title='Lol?'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-2684311018330310359</id><published>2007-05-17T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:43:19.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Right Arm Fell Off</title><content type='html'>Well, it does feel that way. It's aching so badly, I can't hold my arm up over my head and I felt retarded while brushing my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday, 17th of May and that means... I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days before my finals! I'm shitting bricks. I'm so nervous and stressed out. I don't freaking know why I'm looking at this exam like it's the end of the world. I'm usually calm about it and get a lil excited cos it will all soon be over. Not this time though. I just feel like throwing up over and over and burying myself. I seriously don't handle stress and pressure very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to wake people up and make them eat with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-2684311018330310359?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/2684311018330310359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=2684311018330310359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/2684311018330310359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/2684311018330310359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-right-arm-fell-off.html' title='My Right Arm Fell Off'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5489136409117097548</id><published>2007-05-16T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:33:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi-si-cho-pet Too!</title><content type='html'>Fwapah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a blast again hanging out at Leo's love shack with the usual bunch of crazy people. The initial plan was to go over and swim. BUT THEN, I got an SMS from Steph that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"You guys will get to play the Wii tonight. My bf is crazy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I wanted to bring my notes to read a bit while I took a break from swimming but nooo the Wii interrupted my plan. And yea Leo, you're crazy (so are you, Steph). But I love your Wii! Tennis rematch! I'll secretly buy one and practice like hell and beat you! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did swim in the end though it was after a few hours of playing the Wii and our arms were about to fall off our shoulders. Mine's still aching from the swinging and all sorts of gymnastics I was trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I hope you guys like the added music feature I've added on the sidebar. It does get kind of annoying when the song stops to load. I'll probably change it when I've found a better one. I'm not so good with these sorta things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so who wants to buy me a Wii?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5489136409117097548?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5489136409117097548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5489136409117097548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5489136409117097548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5489136409117097548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/pi-si-cho-pet-too.html' title='Pi-si-cho-pet Too!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5327898143752692401</id><published>2007-05-15T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:03:27.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi-si-cho-pet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RklyGiNAPTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IfwPaKfOdDs/s1600-h/Pi-si-cho-pet+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064704712540962098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RklyGiNAPTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IfwPaKfOdDs/s200/Pi-si-cho-pet+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What started as a mundane Monday turned out quite the opposite. In fact, the day was so awesome, it was probably the best Monday ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The day started out the usual - boring and mundane. Later, a little excitement was injected with a mad storm and hail stones. It was raining so heavily that I thought my roof was gonna be blown away. Then I could hear really LOUD rattling on my awning and turned out to be hail stones. My mom was so amazed she actually equipped herself with an umbrella and attempted to catch them. Then, lightning struck and she got scared and scurried back into the house &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after the storm passed, I got Steph and Leo to entertain me by going for a really looong yum char session at Sri Devi's. Think we drank for like 2 hours chit chatting about things that don't matter. But who cares, I was really stressed out with exam blues and really needed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, we had a brilliant idea! We decided to have an impromptu wine party at Leo's place. So we got the usual mad people - &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Willy Vanilly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Charmaine-HA!?-Noi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Xabey Le Babey&lt;/span&gt; to come join. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064705219347103042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RklykCNAPUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QimzHLluIHk/s320/Pi-si-cho-pet+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064706052570758482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RklzUiNAPVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gJFKHY57CII/s320/Pi-si-cho-pet+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oh looky! It's Peter &amp;amp; Jane with the family dog. The beautiful canine is Rex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boy it was a party alright. 2 and a half bottles of wine and 1 bottle of champagne later, we were pretty stoked. Played silly games to amused ourselves and I was tempted to throw Steph into the pool. But that didn't happen (DAMMIT!) but then again, we're going back there tonight for a swim and I'll get my chance to throw everyone into the pool &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(something tells me I'll be the one getting thrown into it first)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Leo's warm hospitality and patience with our nonsensical behaviour, the lil get-together was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5327898143752692401?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5327898143752692401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5327898143752692401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5327898143752692401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5327898143752692401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/pi-si-cho-pet.html' title='Pi-si-cho-pet!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RklyGiNAPTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IfwPaKfOdDs/s72-c/Pi-si-cho-pet+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-3934915113204993952</id><published>2007-05-14T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:35:47.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's an interesting site that &lt;a href="http://xavylicious.blospot.com"&gt;Xavie&lt;/a&gt; linked to me. You're basically asked to draw a house as per the instructions and however you do it is entire up to your imagination and not to mention, a steady hand to manouvre the mouse and answer a few questions based on what you have drawn and voila, you get yourself analysed! Mine's freakishly accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drawahouse.com/houses/show.asp?houseID=509257&amp;houseHash=5df5707bd2b16702cbac079f7b10abf6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://drawahouse.com/houses/2007/5/14/509257_t.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to view my house &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://drawahouse.com/streets/Mean-Green-Love-Machine/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view the other houses on Xavie's street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-3934915113204993952?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/3934915113204993952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=3934915113204993952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3934915113204993952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/3934915113204993952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-house.html' title='My House'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7067734884625694905</id><published>2007-05-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:20:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owwie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RkdGUCNAPSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CQCydtcXe2s/s1600-h/Cook+Out+@+My+Place+12th+May+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064093616004152610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RkdGUCNAPSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CQCydtcXe2s/s200/Cook+Out+%40+My+Place+12th+May+2007+014.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm miserable cause my damn wisdom tooth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the dinner on Saturday went really well and was a complete success. It was kind of tiring but it was well worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started cooking rather late and ended up having dinner at 9PM haha! Can imagine the faces of our starving guests then. Zila and I were the main chefs and the rest helped out with preparations which, was a lot of fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogs, Mei Yee and I went to get the groceries from Giant Hypermarket. Given any normal day, you wouldn't catch me going there by my own free will cause the environment kinda makes me uncomfortable for some strange reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and started the necessary preparations. Oh by the way, the cuisine was supposed to be Western and so we had chicken. You know, the safest meat to have since making steaks isn't exactly our forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the menu consisted of fried chicken chop with potato salad, scalded vegetables and garlic bread with a bowl of chicken soup &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(my recipe, of course. None of the canned soup stuff &lt;strong&gt;:P&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and a glass of red wine to wash it all down. The joy of cooking comes from having your food appreciated which everyone did and it was most satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064092473542851858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RkdFRiNAPRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x3NkYx7c7LU/s320/Cook+Out+%40+My+Place+12th+May+2007+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we continued our wines while some had beers. It's good to have a cook out that didn't involve getting drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal was rather heavy and so we adjourned to watch some TV before playing &lt;a href="http://www.boardgames.com/taboo.html"&gt;Taboo&lt;/a&gt;. For those who have played this game would agree that it IS a game of unspeakable fun. Add a dash of alcohol and the game morphs into a laughfest. Also, we got Hogs to buy us a horror movie. We initially wanted to get &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Jangan Pandang Belakang'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Don't Look Behind) which was supposedly a very scary Malay horror flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Hogs did say that that show was out of stock and played with the idea of buying 'Colic' but decided against it because the storyline seemed lame. So he bought a Thai horror flick called 'Hunch' which none of us have ever heard of. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;/span&gt; What a big mistake! This is one movie that no human being should ever bother to watch! This movie really tested every threshold of emotions we could possibly muster. By that I mean we laughed so hard our sides hurt. The director of this show must've tried to include every possible movie element there is out there. Or, alternatively as Tiny theorised, it was probably some final year film student who had to make a movie as part of his / her project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was wrong with the show? Well, it started off like a Honda CRV ad with some cheesy music in the background. And this CRV was always shown as the focus of the shots. The actors were amateurs much like the director of the movie itself and throughout the entire show, there were only 7 people and the scenes were centered around &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; location. The movie is supposed to be about a bunch of people going to some remote resort / summerhouse (we don't know which it was because it was in Thai / Cantonese and the subtitles were extremely hilarious) which was supposedly haunted or some crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to make the story remotely creepy, they play the ouija board and called some spirit which turned out to be the highlight of the movie. This ghost probably has the worst make-up artist ever who specialised solely in the usage of an eye liner. Yup, the ghost had eye liner lines on her face to suggest 'decomposition'. Like, ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all of a sudden, there is an element of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;porn&lt;/span&gt;. At this point we were all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O_O???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; simply because the porno scenes were totally irrelevant to the storyline. No private parts were shown but it was more suggestive in the manner of which it was shot. Nevertheless, &lt;strong&gt;very very very&lt;/strong&gt; bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters did not portray how normal people in real life in situations depicted in the movie would react. For example, their friend jumped into so pond and was at risk of drowning. They rush out to her aid. BUT stops halfway to explain the situation to their other friends elsewhere in the resort / summerhouse SLOWLY. Like AIYO she would've died twice already la. Oh also, they took their time to &lt;em&gt;pakai selipar&lt;/em&gt; before running to save their friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtitles: Okay I know this isn't really the movie's doing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(but then again, we wouldn't really know since it was hilarious from the very beginning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The subtitles were obviously done by people who were masters at using Google's online language translator. It was merely copying and pasting the Thai scripts and then hitting 'Translate' into Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result (what we think they were trying to say) - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Aww come on, don't chicken out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; translated to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jangan jadi seekor anak ayam"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;[insert uncontrollable laughter here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"What are we going to do next"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; translated to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apakah kita akan buat sebelah".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm coming to the conclusion that these were the same people that made the subtitles for Norbit - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I would like to propose a toast"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that translated to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I ingin membuat sekeping roti bakar"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the movie came to an end &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(which was so stupid I won't even bother to say what it is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the the credits were rolling. BUT GET THIS, at the end of the movie, they included &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;BLOOPER SHOTS!&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAH OMG! The ENTIRE movie was already a mistake to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know it was a really stupid show but it was bloody entertaining. Good work out for our funny bones. To think Hogs thought 'Colic' had a lame storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the corny movie we watched, we all had a great time. As for me, I woke up on Sunday with my legs all wobbly and my body all weak from the fatigue. Hehe, damn it's tiring to host a cook out :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7067734884625694905?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7067734884625694905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7067734884625694905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7067734884625694905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7067734884625694905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/owwie.html' title='Owwie'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/RkdGUCNAPSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CQCydtcXe2s/s72-c/Cook+Out+%40+My+Place+12th+May+2007+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-8169498035431901768</id><published>2007-05-12T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:38:56.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Noise!</title><content type='html'>I swear people must undergo some sort of training prior to owning pets - especially ones that are capable of making noises such as dogs. There's a neighbour of mine a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;few houses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; down the street &lt;strong&gt;opposite&lt;/strong&gt; the row in which I live in who practically owns like a gajillion puppies! Now normally, I'd go all crazy over the lil cute furballs but not in this case. I love pets and more so, dogs &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(ironcally I've never had one since my parents dislike anything that can shed and mess up the house and to reinforce this, they blame my sinus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, these puppies make a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELL LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of noise! It's like all gajillion of them start to bark at the same time and each one of them are encouraging the other to bark even more. Gaaaawwwdddd save my ears and my sanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They live a few houses away from me and yet the noise travels through the air and make it sound like it's coming from next door. Not to mention that my direct neighbour have a dog of their own and its bark alone is enough to make trees uproot themselves and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casual barkings are fine. But when you have like 10 puppies barking at once in their high pitchy shrill barks, it is much undesired. Especially when they can go on barking for a good &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;20 minutes&lt;/span&gt; straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there some council regulation for dog owners whereby there is a limit as to the number of pets one can have? The people I pity the most would be their direct neighbours. Like I've said, even by distance the barks are intolerable, how much more annoying it must be for the ones living next to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can hope for is that they don't start barking when I'm trying to sleep &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(which, has happened before in the past)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now, legally speaking, one can sue for nuisance but let's hope it doesn't reach that extent and the dog owners do something about the ruckus and discomfort their puppies have been causing the neighbourhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-8169498035431901768?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/8169498035431901768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=8169498035431901768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8169498035431901768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/8169498035431901768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-noise.html' title='Oh The Noise!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-7711641180494811621</id><published>2007-05-11T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:02:48.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A...</title><content type='html'>...baked potato. That's what I feel like with this weather. It's so friggin' hot that all I feel like doing is soaking myself in a tub filled with ice and coming out looking like a prune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day went pretty alright. Had lunch with Tiny and Zila and discussed future plans as to weddings and saving tonnes of money for vacations we can't afford now and oh, tomorrow's dinner arrangement. Quite fun and entertaining really. Of course, the whole fun and laughter had to be cut short due to the scorching heat and the blinding sunlight. I swear I've gotten darker from the constant exposure to hazardous and damaging effects of this weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah can't continue. Too hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-7711641180494811621?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/7711641180494811621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=7711641180494811621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7711641180494811621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/7711641180494811621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/im.html' title='I&apos;m A...'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-6497916961750009449</id><published>2007-05-11T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:47:33.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt; I've just woken up from what seemed like a deep and perpetual sleep. I'm still groggy and now blogging. My hair's all over the place and my bed looks like a hurricane dropped by to say hello to it. Having my morning cigarette and reading a bunch of people's blogs. And I've just realised that people would have problems accessing my page now since I've changed the address to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;abe-steria.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;magickalraven.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to have lunch today with JJ aka Tiny (new nickname given by my cousin, Hogs) to further discuss our cook-out plan that we're having tomorrow. But that dude can &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; sleep. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; sleep. If an earthquake were to occur right beneath him, he'd probably just flip over and find a more comfortable spot to continue his sleep despite the ceiling falling all over the place. Even had to call his girlfriend to see if he's awake but I guess she must be asleep too -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go through my phone book and pester the living daylights out of them to have lunch with me. Xavie, if you're reading this, be prepared for my phone call and my incessant whining to get you to skip work and have lunch with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-6497916961750009449?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/6497916961750009449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=6497916961750009449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6497916961750009449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/6497916961750009449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-5144999204714753941</id><published>2007-05-11T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:18:04.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Well, not exactly in case some of you thought you had missed Mother's Day. Today was kinda an early Mother's Day for my mom since my bro and I got her a pressie for the occassion. And since I was a bit impatient to wait for the weekend, we decided to get her a new phone to replace that damn piece of &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;jurassic rock&lt;/span&gt; (Nokia 3310). Twasn't a big deal, really. Not like we got her a super duper high tech phone. It's a simple Nokia 1600 with the usual features such as coloured screen and polyphonic ringtones. And no camera. But needless to say, mom was ecstatic and it's such a great feeling to see the look on her face when given the phone. She couldn't stop smiling the whole day. Guess that made her day &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the day was pretty much the usual. Didn't touch my books the whole day but am going to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to read as much as I can before hitting the sack. Operative word here being "attempt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh in case you were wondering, Mother's Day is this &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-5144999204714753941?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/5144999204714753941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=5144999204714753941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5144999204714753941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/5144999204714753941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-2963927089534562715</id><published>2007-05-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:54:01.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG!</title><content type='html'>Yea yea it's me. I must've been dead for almost a year now. And reading back and deciding to blog something, I realised that I blog when &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I HAVE FREAKING EXAMS&lt;/span&gt; coming up! What's up with that? Yup, exams are due to happen on the 21st of this month and I have no freaking clue about what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; goddamn subjects to clear - Company Law (YUCK! Who does that shit anyway?), Equity &amp; Trusts, Law of Tort and Land Law. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Blegh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the duration of my classes this term, I find Company Law the crappiest of the lot. I know, I know, I can make lots of moolah from being a corporate lawyer and all that crap but hell, it's a pain to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, not the best way to start off my resurrection but seriously, the upcoming exams have been bothering me so much that I've pretty much not slept in days. Fuck, I even get nightmares about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start with what's been happening. Yes, exams around the corner yadda yadda yadda; no longer due to fly to Oxford Brookes University (OBU) in London but instead, will be due to fly to University of Tasmania (UTAS) in Australia next year July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the change? Don't ask. If I start about it, it won't end. Let's just say some people should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for putting me in this pile of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also started watching FRIENDS all over again from Season 1 right up to Season 10. Call me psycho but I love the show. It's probably because there's so much I can relate to. PLUS, I love the humour. Phoebe being my favourite of the lot. She's so floozy and weird, she rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to bitch a bit about the fucked up sucky connection &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TM&lt;em&gt;motherfucking&lt;/em&gt;Net&lt;/span&gt; has been providing. It took me hours just to upload the new pics and took me almost forever to even post this entry. I mean, can they please quit boasting about how fast their &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LAME ASS&lt;/span&gt; 1MB connection is? Like, OMG, snails move faster than that! This is what happens when a company is allowed to monopolise the market. Sure, there are other broadband providers but unfortunately, they're more costly. I guess we pay a cheap price for cheap services. That's right! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YOU'RE CHEAP, TMNET!&lt;/span&gt; Go dig a hole and defecate yourselves in there! And for the love of all that is good and pure, get a different lady to record your stupid "service interruption" announcements. Get someone who can speak coherent English for God's sake! Annnnnnd, what is so difficult about posting an announcement on the website?! Does it take too much energy to get your lazy fingers up to type it out? Oops, sorry, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;COPY AND PASTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lazy fuckers. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Go and die&lt;/span&gt;. I'm guessing that they experience too much "service interruptions" crap that by posting every single one of them, it'll make them look bad. Boy, a shit load of help that has been for them. Morons. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Go and die&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm maxed out on stress and yes, I need a chill pill. Also, I need to get drunk so everything will seem okay just for awhile. This must be what a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;stroke-waiting-to-happen&lt;/span&gt; feels like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-2963927089534562715?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/2963927089534562715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=2963927089534562715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/2963927089534562715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/2963927089534562715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2007/05/zomg.html' title='ZOMG!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-115625824603126085</id><published>2006-08-22T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:50:46.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;WOOT!&lt;/span&gt; I got my results a few days back and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;passed all&lt;/span&gt; my subjects! All in one sitting. The day I got my results was quite a moment as only 3 of us in the class cleared all subjects whereas the rest (8 of them) had to retake or resit some of the subjects. I'm very happy that I don't have to resit any of it! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry haven't able to consistently update my blog as work's been quite a handful. As it is, I got home not too long ago from work. Pretty much had a full day but a very productive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday met up with an old friend Raymond and headed to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Luna Bar&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. 'Twas my first time at Luna and that place is quite a sight to behold. It had a huge swimming pool smack in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;middle&lt;/span&gt; of the place on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;34th floor&lt;/span&gt;! And it's open aired. A shame I didn't have my camera with else, else, the entire blog would've had pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Ray and I decided to put our vocal chords to the test and had a karaoke session at &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Redbox&lt;/span&gt; in Low Yat Plaza. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Karaoke + Beer = Crazy Songs.&lt;/span&gt; We pretty much destroyed our voice boxes but it was soooooo fun. Gotta do it again someday hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I'll stop here for today. A nice cold shower is very much needed as I can feel my fingers sticking to the keys of my keyboard as I blog this entry. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-115625824603126085?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/115625824603126085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=115625824603126085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115625824603126085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115625824603126085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-made-it.html' title='I Made It'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-115565807471494021</id><published>2006-08-15T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:07:54.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Work</title><content type='html'>Well, what better way to spend my 2-week break other than having a job? At least I can get some moolah for when I go back to class. Not that it's a lot but it's still money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work started today (with my previous employer) and it went very nicely. Surprisingly, this time around, things are better and not as stressed up as before. Well, it's just the first day so I guess I'll have to wait and see where this will take me. Nevertheless, the one thing I remember feeling even the last time and up till now, is being tired. I got back from work early, say, 4pm and I was pooped. Did a lot of walking but it was ratehr fun. Maybe I ate too much during lunch :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll let the fatigue set in and take me to Wonderland. Now I better catch some snooze if I want to wake up tomorrow not looking like a zombie. Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-115565807471494021?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/115565807471494021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=115565807471494021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115565807471494021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115565807471494021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-work.html' title='Back To Work'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-115532016133034592</id><published>2006-08-12T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T02:16:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YUP!&lt;/span&gt; I'm finally done with my exam! Yeah, this post kinda came too late but I was more or less indulging myself in the after-exam syndrome ie. playing WoW like nobody's business, making money on &lt;a href="http://www.secondlife.com"&gt;Second Life&lt;/a&gt; and most recently, went DVD shopping with my bro to get movies I've missed out on since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much had a movie marathon with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Scary Movie 4&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;X-Men 3: The Last Stand&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Over The Hedge.&lt;/span&gt; I must say, I really missed out a lot at the movies. Thank goodness for DVDs and such for people like me haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like my holidays have started and I have no idea how to spend it. I could go for a brief beach holiday or just stay home and be a potato haha! The beach holiday sounds a hell lot more tempting I must say, albeit, my holiday isn't that long as my results and new term start on the 28th of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the anticipation and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;gut-wrenching&lt;/span&gt; moments of exams have passed, one last hurdle needs to be passed - the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;results.&lt;/span&gt; This would be the moment everyone would be waiting for and hopefully, we all get through to the next year. Looking at my new term's subjects, I can't wait to start. Pretty exciting! Hah! Bet some of you must be wondering whats so fun and interesting about law. Well, I'm weird I guess &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movies I've just watched, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Scary Movie 4&lt;/span&gt; was a bit over-done and exaggerated. The actors were pretty familiar from the previous instalments of the movie. The usual cast were Anna Faris, Carmen Elektra and Simon Rex (since SM 2, I think). I particularly enjoyed Carmen's role as the blind girl from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Village&lt;/span&gt; parody where she entered the council meeting thinking it was her toilet and started pooping into one of the furniture. The movie did have its funny moments but other than that, it was pretty much over-done and some parts were definitely lame &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(George Bush's scene at the school)&lt;/span&gt;. American humour, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;X3&lt;/span&gt;, the reviews I heard from friends didn't take much liking for the movie. I'd say the movie had lots and lots of nice special effects to indulge in. They definitely made a point to reveal how powerful &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ororoe Munroe aka Storm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(my fave!)&lt;/span&gt; is especially the part where she spun like a tornado emitting electricity and how she fried that lil &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;b**ch&lt;/span&gt; who could teleport all over the place. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Jean Grey aka Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; is particularly evil as compared to the comic / animated series versions. The effects definitely contributed to portray how powerful she actually is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(I was however, expecting more mayhem than what was portrayed towards the ending)&lt;/span&gt;.  Although the effects were awesome, I guess the makers were trying to make up for the many loose ends in the movie. That's my little disappointment. There were one too many parts of the movie that was just hanging. For example, they left &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Scott aka Cyclops'&lt;/span&gt; character roundup a bit too long. Sure, he died but it was not until towards the end that they showed his tombstone and concluded that Jean killed him /  he had died. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;AND,&lt;/span&gt; they showed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Professor X's&lt;/span&gt; funeral first without finalising what happened to him. Further, what happened to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Raven aka Mystique&lt;/span&gt;? She succumbed to the 'cure' and that was the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last movie I watched for tonight's marathon was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Over The Hedge.&lt;/span&gt; Now, this was defintiely a fun movie to watch. It was funny, natural and entertaining. I was amazed at the awesome animation and graphics of the entire movie. Very very well done. Only thing that was kinda 'off' was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt; who played the possum offspring to a very dramatic father who thinks 'dying' is the way you 'live' haha! Extreme fun and definitely a worthwhile watch. Two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to bed now. G'night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-115532016133034592?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/115532016133034592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=115532016133034592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115532016133034592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115532016133034592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2006/08/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-115513265304834010</id><published>2006-08-09T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:14:38.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just ONE More!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, looks like I've just got one &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; paper to sit for and then I'm home free! I'm hoping I won't screw up my paper too badly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper went pretty well albeit, I think I fractured my phallanges trying to finish up 4 essays within 3 hours. All in all I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*think*&lt;/span&gt; I did a pretty okay job on today's subject. I guess most of my classmates can rest easy since it was the paper they dreaded most - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Constitutional law.&lt;/span&gt; Some say it's boring but I say it's interesting though it can be a lil bit painful to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went pretty easily for me as I spent most of the time to mentally chill for tomorrow's paper. For the past 3 days (including today), we had to answer 4 freaking questions but for tomorrow, we need only answer 3 so that's somewhat of a relief to our ears &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(and our fingers!)&lt;/span&gt;. Answering 4 questions can be quite a feat if one has an obsession for neatness. I hope my examiners would be able to read my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;'cakar ayam'&lt;/span&gt; handwriting. From cursive, my handwriting probably turned out to be doodles of Madonna and her cone-shaped breast costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to take a much needed cold shower to beat the heat and do some reading before crashing out. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;English legal system,&lt;/span&gt; I am going to eat j00!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-115513265304834010?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/115513265304834010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=115513265304834010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115513265304834010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115513265304834010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-one-more_09.html' title='Just ONE More!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-115503628254760945</id><published>2006-08-08T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:24:42.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Down And 2 To Go!</title><content type='html'>Phew, another day of exam has ended. I've got 2 more papers to go before I can indulge in letting myself loose haha! No, I don't mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; kind of loose &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper definitely went better than yesterday's. No sneezing and no nose bleeds, thank goodness! Don't want to stain my booklet with bloody snot. That would just gross my examiner out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my exam, the day went pretty okay. Got myself home and helped mom with a bunch of banking errands and came home and played a little bit of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt; before the server goes down for maintenance. Had an early dinner and now feeling a tad sleepy hehe. Gotta read up tonight to prepare myself for another day. Been telling myself to hang in there for just another &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;2 days&lt;/span&gt; and soon it will all be over. I don't need to score A's. All I need is to pass this exam and I'm on my way to 2nd year. Plus, lecturer gave out my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;next term's timetable.&lt;/span&gt; Talk about being pro-active and optimistic that everyone would make it haha! Well, one can only hope &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Constitutional law&lt;/span&gt;, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-115503628254760945?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/115503628254760945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=115503628254760945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115503628254760945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115503628254760945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2006/08/2-down-and-2-to-go.html' title='2 Down And 2 To Go!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-115496502161889663</id><published>2006-08-07T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:37:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Down And 3 To Go!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh... first paper done with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; more in line. By this Thursday, I'd be a free man! Haha! For only 2 weeks though since the next semester starts on the 28th of August &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*cry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's exam didn't go as well as I thought it would. First of all, I was sneezing the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; morning and had a runny nose the whole time during the exam. To make it worse, it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bled&lt;/span&gt; throughout the whole exam too. I was pretty much on the verge of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;passing out&lt;/span&gt; in the exam hall and my lecturer had this scared look in her face. This has never happened before in my life of taking exams. It was either the weather that was making me wonky or I wasn't feeling too well. Then again, I'd place my money on the weather today as it was freaking hazy! It's either there was a bush fire somewhere or some ignorant fucker burning rubbish. Given the mentality of some people, my guess would be the ignorant fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time during one of the worst haze in my life a couple a years back, I went by a few houses in my neighbourhood and guess what I saw? Yup, some housewife was openly burning rubbish and dried leaves! Apparently our already clogged up lungs from the smog coming from Indonesia wasn't enough. She had to contribute to the happy haze environment. Wish I was older back then to walk up to her and shove her face into the burning mound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, guess it's time for me to hit the sack and brace myself for another day at the exam hall. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Criminal Law&lt;/span&gt; here I come! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;w00t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-115496502161889663?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/115496502161889663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=115496502161889663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115496502161889663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115496502161889663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2006/08/1-down-and-3-to-go.html' title='1 Down And 3 To Go!'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-115484986908765348</id><published>2006-08-06T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:37:49.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglect</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt; It seems to have been ages since I last blogged (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6 months&lt;/span&gt; to be exact). Yup, I've been pretty much neglecting this blog for that amount of time. Well, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt; has happened in the past 6 months. Some good, some bad. Well, I'd like to say more bad happened but that's just being unhealthily pessimistic. Let us all be romantically optimistic, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, I've been fighting my neuroticism and my bouts of depression since forever. Hasn't been 6 months of bed of roses, I'll admit, but I'm glad I've moved on from that shit hole of a soul-eating void onto greener pastures. If there's such a thing. I'll make a breakdown just to recap what has happened in my wonderful existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved on and have accepted things that I cannot control or change. Things happen in my life for a reason albeit it was hell going through it. But something important transpired out of the whole sh'bang - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I survived&lt;/span&gt;. During this dark period, I almost lost people dearest to me - my friends. Some stayed away from me like I was the bringer of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Plague of Death&lt;/span&gt;. But for all its worth, it was a good thing they did. I was not exactly in the right frame of mind for company. With their absence and without them pampering me and consoling me 24/7, I managed to understand the fact that some problems are just meant to be dealt alone. Sounds sad and pathetic but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I start blogging today when I should be burying my nose in them books. I've got an exam tomorrow. Finals for my 1st year law degree. I'm just looking forward to it ending and moving on to 2nd year. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week, my uncle succumbed to the clutches of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt;. He was 82 if I recall correctly. It was expected as he has been suffering for a pretty long time. God rest his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I had a minor surgery to remove my appendix. Hurt a great deal. Then again, I'm not one with a wide threshold for pain. Was hospitalised in Assunta Hospital for about 4 days. And no, there weren't any hot nurses. Mobility was greatly reduced and I was deprivde of nicotine for that duration. Imagine my joy when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr Dunhill&lt;/span&gt; (woot!) greeted me back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Futsal is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LETHAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;YES IT IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Just last week, my bro went for a game of futsal with his company and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;KAPOW!&lt;/span&gt; He fell and fractured his back bone. Fortunately for him, he was not paralysed or anything and no surgery was required. It is still a mystery as to how he fell. He got to ride in an ambulance which, he said was pretty cool. Well, little did he know, I was panicking my balls off trying to figure out what to do next as parents were away in Singapore attending my uncle's funeral. All's good now. He has been hospitalised for a week now and today he gets to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums up the going ons in my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;not-so-exciting&lt;/span&gt; life. It's back to the books for me now. Hope I won't go into my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;neglect-my-blog&lt;/span&gt; phase again. Till next time, toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-115484986908765348?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/115484986908765348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=115484986908765348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115484986908765348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/115484986908765348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2006/08/neglect.html' title='Neglect'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-113993416870721944</id><published>2006-02-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:22:48.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Wonders of Alcohol</title><content type='html'>Oh wow, my second entry on the same day! *shock horror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just slightly intoxicated in my room with all the beers I can drink. Since I've been pretty fucked up, I thought, what the heck. Let's drown everything with beers! Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*guzzle guzzle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-113993416870721944?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/113993416870721944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=113993416870721944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113993416870721944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113993416870721944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-wonders-of-alcohol.html' title='Oh The Wonders of Alcohol'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-113992761847799839</id><published>2006-02-14T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:33:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Well, well, looks who's back? Yeah, it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first: Happy Chinese New Year and welcome, the year of the Fire Dog. For those who don't already know, I was born in the year of the dog but supposedly this year won't be a good year for me. Why? I don't know and doesn't make much of a difference. Hope you guys accumulated lots of dough during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a rather long break from blogging. Today is Valentine's Day. Everyone's out celebrating the day of love. Such a sweet Hallmark thing, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those in love, I wish a very Happy Valentine's Day and for those who are single, better luck next time, huh? Yup, that goes for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief update of what's been happening with me. Things aren't all that great with me. Same ol same ol, I guess. Been trying to cope with my depression in perhaps, all the wrong ways. Then again, there isn't one right way of doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year began, so did a new semester for me. Classmates are alright. Except for one. This one particular dude in my class can be a real pain in the ass who borrows book for indefinite long periods of time from the library and hence, other students can't borrow it. Guess you get an idiot or two every new semester. Luckily for me, I already have my recommended text books from the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new intake didn't have much students and this is good. This means that the lecturer would be able to pay more attention to students (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't blog much since I'm not exactly in the right frame of mind. Been going through a helluva depressing rollercoaster ride. Till today, I pray to God that He would keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-113992761847799839?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/113992761847799839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=113992761847799839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113992761847799839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113992761847799839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-113682152352508556</id><published>2006-01-09T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:45:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the abe-ster went lazy again and decided not to blog haha! First and foremost, a very big thank you to all of you who took the time to read my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ever-so-long&lt;/span&gt; Hong Kong trip post. Took me a whole day to write about it lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belated&lt;/span&gt; New Year&lt;/span&gt; to all of you. To those who took the effort to text me on my mobile, thanks and my apologies for not replying. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarak&lt;/span&gt; credit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Hong Kong made me poor hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief update on what's been happening. College term has started so, hooray! Started last week, actually but I, as an oldbie student, I did not have to attend the first week as it was all introduction to the subjects blah blah blah for the new students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been infected my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WoWitism&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/a&gt;) with many thanks to I-vy for introducing it to me hehe. This is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; time ever I'm actually paying to play for a game. I'm usually one of those impatient ones (not to mention, cheapskate) who would opt for a private server with high rates and zoom up to a Godly level. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a public holiday and so, it's WoWing for me, if nothing comes up haha. Hmm, perhaps I'll go for pork mee. Haven't had that for a pretty long time. No wonder I've been feeling wonky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't blog about my New Year's Eve as there is nothing to blog about. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;No partying. No drinking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heck, I've been sober for so long&lt;/span&gt;. Been a pretty good boy myself. Perhaps it was the post holiday trip syndrome. I wanted to be left alone most of the time. Didn't want to go out or anything. Having my routine PMS, I guess hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Hopefully WoW doesn't take over my life and wipe me off the real world. Toodle loo, peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-113682152352508556?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/113682152352508556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=113682152352508556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113682152352508556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113682152352508556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-113595983171294314</id><published>2005-12-31T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:23:51.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Shoutout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;24th&lt;/span&gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt; to my mate, Aaron. Hope you have a great one, dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-113595983171294314?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/113595983171294314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=113595983171294314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113595983171294314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113595983171294314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2005/12/birthday-shoutout_31.html' title='Birthday Shoutout'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-113595950727809132</id><published>2005-12-31T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:18:27.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>I wanna say a very big &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yolene, Ah Mo, Eric, Maggie, Olivia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; for the great time I had in Hong Kong. Especially to Yolene, Ah Mo and Maggie for their touring assistance hehe. I hope to see all of you again really soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/200/IMG_4426.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/200/IMG_4424.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ah Mo and Yolene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/200/IMG_4425.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-113595950727809132?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/113595950727809132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=113595950727809132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113595950727809132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113595950727809132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2005/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-113595746675381010</id><published>2005-12-30T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:06:09.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong (Part V - Final)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;(Continued from Part IV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 27th December 2005 (Last day in Hong Kong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things come to an end, they say. Well, this was our final day in Hong Kong before our flight the next morning. This was also the day we had to do our last minute shopping before heading back to KL. The past few days have been pretty hectic and hence, didn't get to do much shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a frosty morning yet again and met up with Ah Mo down the road of our hotel after our breakfast. Accompanied Ah Mo for breakfast while Seb and I sipped on our drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4434.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4434.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how their coffee shops look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went on a search for mobile phones since I heard it's cheaper in Hong Kong than it is back home. We went from one shop to another and finally, we found a movile phone heaven! It was like Sungei Wang but specially for electonical gadgets. After much searching, I finally found a phone I liked - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nokia 6111!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt; Got it for a reasonable price too. Check it out &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pics taken after returning from HK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4470.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4469.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, eh? I was excited like a lil puppy. After getting the phone, we met up with Maggie and Yolene. Yolene and Ah Mo then went off on a laptop hunt while Maggie, Seb and I proceeded to Ladies Market for some last minute shopping. After much walking, I got a couple of items for some friends back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decided to head back to the hotel to chill for a bit while we wait for Yolene and Ah Mo to finish their hunt. Plus, I had to take a dump rather badly and the hotel room toilet was the only one I was willing to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Yolene and Ah Mo returned from their hunt and off we went for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teow Chew&lt;/span&gt; porridge dinner. I was pretty full from all the food that Ah Mo ordered and left a lot uneaten. Olivia, another of Seb's friend joined us for the feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/200/IMG_4438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having filled our bellies, we proceeded to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cavern&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lan Kwai Fong&lt;/span&gt; for a last round of beers before we leave for KL the next day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lan Kwai Fong&lt;/span&gt; is a really nice place. I really did like it there and Cavern was an awesome bar with a live band. As the night progressed, Elleen and her brothers (friends of Seb and Olivia) joined us and it really was a great night. It was fitting for our last night in Hong Kong &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4448.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4449.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Seb and I had to leave for the hotel to do our last minute packing since it was going to be a really early morning for us. As we walked down &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lan Kwai Fong&lt;/span&gt;, it was my last time to experience mobs of people. This time, the crowd was getting into a club. I never really did get to club in Hong Kong due to the hectic schedule. Oh well, there's always next year &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4452.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep on thronging, people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that wraps up my trip to Hong Kong. It was definitely a trip I will always remember. God willing, I would be there again really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4454.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One for the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-113595746675381010?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/113595746675381010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=113595746675381010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113595746675381010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113595746675381010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2005/12/hong-kong-part-v-final.html' title='Hong Kong (Part V - Final)'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-113595587972442342</id><published>2005-12-30T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:17:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong (Part IV)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;(Continued from Part III)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/200/IMG_4349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was quite a pleasant time in OP. Weather wasn't too hot nor too cold. Scenery was awesome and they had escalators going up to the highland. These escalators were &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;looooooooong&lt;/span&gt;. Might as well, since most of the rides and attractions were located at the top. Thankfully, they had cable cars for the ride down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we progressed through the park, we had to combat the heavy human traffic. Again, you have your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rude fucks&lt;/span&gt; who don't apologise to you after knocking you unconscious or bumping into you and causing you to shake your hands while you're trying to capture the beautiful scenery on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Raging River&lt;/span&gt; ride is one of the best rides there and that we should go for it. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Sure, why not?"&lt;/span&gt;. Then, we saw the queue. It was as long as the ride itself. Heck, the time gauge sign was more than an hour long. We decided not to go for that yet and just play the others first. Perhaps we could come back later when the crowd has dissipated a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we went on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Space Wheel&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing too life-threatening, though. You sit in it and get spun in various positions and then stops. Hoo haa. But it was a ride nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4356.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spin.. spin.. spin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie waving prior to "lift off"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;pretentious screaming&lt;/span&gt;, we headed up to the highland for more of the attraction. This was where we awed ourselves with life of the undersea. Whoa! My kind of thing! I've always enjoyed looking at underwater creatures. Brings back fond memories of my snorkeling days in Redang Island many years back. Aaahh, I miss those times. Gotta go for it some time in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we tantalised our eyeballs with the many different species of sharks, sting rays, squids and other sea creatures from the deep. Needless to say, I was like a lil kid &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;aah-ing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ooh-ing&lt;/span&gt; at them. 'Twas really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4377.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmm.. sotong masak tepung...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4385.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sea Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4395.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Errr they're called planktons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having educated ourselves with the various sea lifeforms, we continued our journey through the jam packed park for other rides. The minute we got out of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Atoll Reef Aquarium&lt;/span&gt;, once again, we encountered another sea of creatures - people. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4405.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Throng.. throng.. push.. push.. throng.. throng..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Turbo Drop&lt;/span&gt; ride. Similar to our Genting Highland's Solero Shot. Only difference is, the Turbo Drop is a twin tower so 2 groups of people can go simultaneously. This was my favourite ride in the entire park. The adrenalin rush was simply awesome. My heart was suspended for a good 2 seconds. Awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4409.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4408.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna take the plunge with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go for a second round on the Turbo Drop but by then, the queue was a bit too long. So, we proceeded on another ride - the rollercoaster! Wheee! My favourite! Too bad the rollercoaster didn't have the same effect as the Turbo Drop. I like dangerous rides. Kinda puts your tolerance to the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4422.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4415.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks scary but it really isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset at Ocean Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the final ride, we went on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Crazy Galleon&lt;/span&gt;. You know, one of those ship things that sway back and forth. It was pretty child's play but the fun part of it was it being funny. You sway back and forth and we got the girls sitting on the opposite side of us and we had a screaming competition. It wasn't scary. We just played to see which side screamed the loudest. Quite funny haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, night fall came and we decided to try our luck on the Raging River once again. We &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all the way down back to where it was and lo and behold, the line was still as long as we first came! Like, oh my god. We thought the queue would've subsided by nightfall but &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;noooo&lt;/span&gt;, it's still there. Dammit. Thus, we had to forego this ride till my next visit to HK. Then, we &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all the way back &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again for the cable car! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My legs were already partially paralysed from all the walking. Sigh. I guess it's the experience that counts, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the queue for the cable car. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;LONGER&lt;/span&gt; than the Raging River's! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y'Allah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mm hai ar ma?!&lt;/span&gt; Sigh. Another long wait just to get down. After queuing for about &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;40 minutes&lt;/span&gt; or so, we finally got into a cable car and headed down to the foot of the hill to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(To be continued in Part V)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-113595587972442342?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/113595587972442342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=113595587972442342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113595587972442342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113595587972442342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2005/12/hong-kong-part-iv.html' title='Hong Kong (Part IV)'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871259.post-113595262654981782</id><published>2005-12-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:23:46.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong (Part III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;(Continued from Part II)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 25th December 2005 (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day wasn't as heavy going as the first few days. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;fatigue&lt;/span&gt; from walking all over Hong Kong and being pushed and shoved the previous night finally set into Seb and I. I had a problem getting Seb to wake up as he was just being plain lazy and my stomach was begging for food. Dragged the log out of bed and off we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tsim Sha Tsui&lt;/span&gt; yet again in search for some nyum nyums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was Christmas day and being a Sunday, people were everywhere, filling up the streets. The roads were still closed off to vehicles to make way for the heavy pedestrian traffic. Headed for the train station and as you might've guessed, it was packed as well. People were cramming up the train doors and every train car was filled almost to its maximum capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A can of sardines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4299.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the thronging continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off at our destination and headed to the nearest coffee shop for some food. Interestingly, I ordered their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;curry pork with rice&lt;/span&gt; just to see how Hongkees make their curries. My goodness, their spices consist of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pepper, pepper and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pepper&lt;/span&gt;. Nonetheless, it was an interesting meal and to make it more interesting, Hongkees eat their rice with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;chopsticks!&lt;/span&gt; Like, wow. I thought they just gave chopsticks by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4297.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curry pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4298.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interesting cutlery to go with rice on a plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so tired, we decided to waste the day away by just stayng in our hotel room. Seb took a long restful nap while I entertained myself with the idiot-box. Hours later, we met up with Yolene and Maggie and headed out to have a Korean barbecue dinner in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Central&lt;/span&gt;. The dinner was quite fab. Nothing authentically "Hongkee" about it. Pretty much your average Korean barbecue restaurant you can find back here. However, as quality of the food goes, I'd give it a thumb up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having filled our bellies, we made tracks for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Causeway Bay&lt;/span&gt; to meet up with Eric for some beers. Along the way, we did a little shopping as stores were everywhere. Especially &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;G2000&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Giordano&lt;/span&gt;. Hongkees really love these brands, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Eric and headed to some bar (can't remember the name). I remember it to be a Turkish bar cos they had &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Shisha aka Turkish Pipe&lt;/span&gt;. Had a couple rounds of beers and soon, more friends came to join us. A couple of hours later, Seb and I decided to leave earlier to crash out. Boy, we were still tired from all the walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, 26th December 2005 (Happy Boxing Day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ocean Park!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wheee! Initially, it was supposed to be a visit to Hong Kong's latest attraction - Disneyland. But alas, we got poor feedback about the place and decided not to go there. However, Ocean Park was just as great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/200/IMG_4332.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day started off well. We woke up feeling quite rested and once again, headed off to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pacific Place&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Admiralty&lt;/span&gt; to meet up with Ah Mo, Maggie and Yolene. Pacific Place is a shopping complex - a very expensive one, supposedly. We met Ah Mo in McDonald's and decided to have our breakfast there too. Now, there's something that the McD's over there has that we don't get here - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;macaroni soup with ham and egg&lt;/span&gt;. It's a breakfast set. Quite good, really. Maggie and Yolene joined us later and so, Seb and I decided to do a little shopping at FCUK while waiting for them to finish up their meals. FCUK was having a sale and being the horny FCUK lover, I went a tad bit crazy over the clothes and bought a few. I mean c'mon, they were having a sale! How could anyone resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/1600/IMG_4334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7969/243/400/IMG_4334.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McDonald's Macaroni soup with ham and egg set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped till my heart dropped, we went on our merry way to Ocean Park via a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Double-Decker bus&lt;/span&gt;. I've been on one before in Singapore so, nothing much to shout about it. I was pretty excited going to OP since I've heard exciting stories about the rides there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to OP safely and alighted the bus. The minute I stepped off it, I was greeted with yet again with throngs of people! Dammit, don't these people have anything else better to do? Oh, that's right, it was a public holiday. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery in OP was beautiful and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;breath-taking&lt;/span&gt;. You could sea Hong Kong's landscape from OP. That prompted me to go on a photography rampage. My poor camera almost had a seizure from my incessant snapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(To be continued in Part IV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5871259-113595262654981782?l=abe-steria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/feeds/113595262654981782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5871259&amp;postID=113595262654981782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113595262654981782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871259/posts/default/113595262654981782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abe-steria.blogspot.com/2005/12/hong-kong-part-iii.html' title='Hong Kong (Part III)'/><author><name>a b e s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227052984786072781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2BKAGy_riQ/Ssp_xd2g8TI/AAAAAAAABrk/C_RNbTt0Hmg/S220/IMG_7626edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
