<?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-5256106802346502896</id><updated>2012-01-07T00:27:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desmond Kiu</title><subtitle type='html'>Blunt opinions</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-6494319251330744028</id><published>2010-01-28T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:35:32.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL BLOG POST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me 2 years to finally realize that this blogging thing aint exactly my thing. So ima put an end to all this... for a couple of reasons i will disclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also talk about the 2 years of bloggine experience. How I've started, how i got into it in a few burst of times, how i got frustrated and how im finally getting out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first reason i've decided to call it quits is because im really finding it a struggle to update my blog. Because time aint on my side, firstly. Secondly, less &amp;amp; less time as the years go by - not a good sign at all. Thirdly, because im too lazy to upload &amp;amp; resize all the pictures i take wherever i go. Because of that i dread blogging but i have the urge because my blog's still running - so you know that feeling kinda suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, more people come to my blog by searching for the word "tee yam", than my own name. And tee yam actually refers to (according to RPK of Malaysia Today) datuk koo tee yam, the triad boss of Malaysia, who the "four heavenly kings" of the Malaysian triad society report to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, i reposted 2 paragraphs from an article from Malaysia Today regarding this person and ever since, his name appeared on this graph everytime i check my analytics. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431822105579006722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S2G1bQ4mqwI/AAAAAAAABvI/4DIf2t2aTkI/s400/Blog+Post.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you haven't also realized, it's not only that. More people ALSO come to my blog by searching for the word "altantuya", than my own name. FAIL. hahahhaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just in case you've not spotted"free gay sex"... lol FML&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the blogging story. How i started blogging was totally from peer pressure, like smoking. Specifically a colleague of mine, Audrey Ooi... and more so Timothy Tiah, someone i've worked very closely with ever since i met him. And speaking about Timothy Tiah, he contributes a quarter of my traffic because he's linked me from his blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So early in 2008, when i just got back from a vacation and was still on leave and had a bad hang-over i decided to chill at home ... i started my blog. I think i wrote about 3 blog posts ... and Timothy linked me, so i got some traffic and i was running Nuffnang ads and i made like RM2+ and i thought i was on a journey to make a million bucks, and i suddenly got really busy at work i didnt have time to write genuine blogs i started reposting articles from the net i thought were popular so people would search for them, come to my blog and make me some money. After 2 years, i've made RM102.50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, if you've not already seen, i started off as "Encounters" and what an influence &lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://timothytiah.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; had on me i made my blog my own name too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not long after that i got into it for a while when Kenny Sia put my blog link on his short-talk. In that week alone, i got more than 5,000 unique visitors. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i started writing a few more genuine blog posts to retain the traffic. It wasn't until 3 when i got really busy at work again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, at bad times, i get about only 200 unique visitors on my blog a week. Not even retained 10% ?... lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Along the last year, i got a few shots of motivation when there were a few strangers (like 2) who walked up to me and said they read my blog. Also had a few friends (like 5 or 6) who told me that they do the same. So i tried... again... and...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today i thought of just shutting it down but due respect to all my followers (8 to be precise.. lol) i thought i let u know first. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will however be Twittering still. So you can still follow me at twitter.com/desmondkiu. Much shorter but much more commitment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-6494319251330744028?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6494319251330744028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=6494319251330744028' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6494319251330744028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6494319251330744028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-blog-post.html' title='FINAL BLOG POST!'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S2G1bQ4mqwI/AAAAAAAABvI/4DIf2t2aTkI/s72-c/Blog+Post.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-7497835088385191171</id><published>2010-01-21T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:57:48.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Italian man who went to Malta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You son of a beach! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_N1Cmt_QB0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_N1Cmt_QB0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine Rais in Malta....  #yorais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning i go down to the restaurant, i tell the waitress i want "2 pieces of roti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the waitress say WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her i want 2 ROT - TI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the waitress say fuck off, we dont serve rotten tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you no understand, i want ROT - TI on my table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lady say i no rotten tea you son of a beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i say you watch out lady, i will use the ISA against you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-7497835088385191171?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7497835088385191171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=7497835088385191171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7497835088385191171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7497835088385191171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2010/01/italian-man-who-went-to-malta.html' title='The Italian man who went to Malta'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5682994923254799020</id><published>2010-01-17T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T02:37:13.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heineken Green Room @ KL Live feat 2manyDJs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heineken pulled off their 4th Heineken Green Room at KL Live yesterday night, in pure electro  fashion. Key act of the night was 2ManyDJs - they drove the crowd mad, they made the dance floor crack. They fuckin killed it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard of 2ManyDJs, check out their "5th of Beethoven". On a live set, it was way different, way magnified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1_veg1TXYVQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1_veg1TXYVQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they came on, there were a line of other DJs RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/futuresoundasia"&gt;futuresoundasia&lt;/a&gt;: Green Room set times: TAG - 9pm  Agrikulture - 10.30pm  GXXX 11.30pm  2manydjs - 12.30am  Lapsap 2am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1IAJCVyWNI/AAAAAAAABvA/Tn_DfssnFCA/s1600-h/Green+Room+KL+Live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427400656181942482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1IAJCVyWNI/AAAAAAAABvA/Tn_DfssnFCA/s400/Green+Room+KL+Live.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12:30AM: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The crowd got excited. They felt something big. Something that will completely rock the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1IAI2_e5JI/AAAAAAAABu4/xJfQpC7NkuU/s1600-h/Radio+Soulwax+KL+Live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427400653135602834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1IAI2_e5JI/AAAAAAAABu4/xJfQpC7NkuU/s400/Radio+Soulwax+KL+Live.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they fucking rocked the house. Absolutely love their concept of displaying electro animations on a sceen behind their deck. And they go with the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1IAIhw5EGI/AAAAAAAABuw/q6-R3G3SdIA/s1600-h/2ManyDJs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427400647437258850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1IAIhw5EGI/AAAAAAAABuw/q6-R3G3SdIA/s400/2ManyDJs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1IAIWCRAtI/AAAAAAAABuo/yrTObWiE4gI/s1600-h/2ManyDJs+KL+Live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427400644288905938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1IAIWCRAtI/AAAAAAAABuo/yrTObWiE4gI/s400/2ManyDJs+KL+Live.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best ever Heineken Green Room! And i ain't the only one RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/twilightaction"&gt;twilightaction&lt;/a&gt; props to @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/futuresoundasia"&gt;futuresoundasia&lt;/a&gt; and @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/HeinekenMY"&gt;HeinekenMY&lt;/a&gt; for the best Heineken Green Room so far - 2manyDJs killed it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1IAH04quBI/AAAAAAAABug/hCYMAXg7YK4/s1600-h/Heineken+Green+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427400635390277650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1IAH04quBI/AAAAAAAABug/hCYMAXg7YK4/s400/Heineken+Green+Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beethoven apart, Zombie Nation was also a fucking classic. It drilled a million jabs of energy into the crowd that never stopped pumpin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1H_fOhJLOI/AAAAAAAABuY/9wyEAMim-o0/s1600-h/Zombie+Nation+2ManyDJs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427399937896295650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1H_fOhJLOI/AAAAAAAABuY/9wyEAMim-o0/s400/Zombie+Nation+2ManyDJs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine Ho &amp;amp; Huai Bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1H_e9V7T6I/AAAAAAAABuQ/7SKYHJAgnds/s1600-h/JHO+%26+HB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427399933285846946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1H_e9V7T6I/AAAAAAAABuQ/7SKYHJAgnds/s400/JHO+%26+HB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1H_eUB0v2I/AAAAAAAABuI/Cx_NrPgeSrs/s1600-h/HB+%26+JHO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427399922195677026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1H_eUB0v2I/AAAAAAAABuI/Cx_NrPgeSrs/s400/HB+%26+JHO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The crowd went wild for a solid 1 &amp;amp; a half hours, 2ManyDJs never lost a second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1H_eFNnv5I/AAAAAAAABuA/iPlpaz8uAqY/s1600-h/HGR4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427399918218624914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1H_eFNnv5I/AAAAAAAABuA/iPlpaz8uAqY/s400/HGR4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ManyDJs ended with a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1H_dj6AYMI/AAAAAAAABt4/uNWwZJXqB3g/s1600-h/2ManyDJs+Heineken+Green+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427399909277982914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1H_dj6AYMI/AAAAAAAABt4/uNWwZJXqB3g/s400/2ManyDJs+Heineken+Green+Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well done @HeinekenMY ! It was a sick event ! The first ever Green Room, where i stayed till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-5682994923254799020?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5682994923254799020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5682994923254799020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5682994923254799020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5682994923254799020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2010/01/heineken-green-room-kl-live-feat.html' title='Heineken Green Room @ KL Live feat 2manyDJs'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/S1IAJCVyWNI/AAAAAAAABvA/Tn_DfssnFCA/s72-c/Green+Room+KL+Live.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-4319031343257525862</id><published>2010-01-10T10:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:11:51.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Media is a Fad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Think social media (which represents the zillions of conversations on the web) is a fad? I think its far more than a fad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So much so that my boss uses it to get people, on urgent work matters, she cant using emails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So much so that if you put all the people in Malaysia who uses Facebook (5.8million - according to ComScore Nov 09) in a state, it will be Malaysia's largest state ahead of Selangor with a population of 5 million. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So much so that China blocked Twitter because it posed a potential threat to national harmony... now isnt that line just so fucking familiar LOL... i guess China is so big they do not want members of their "ISA equivalent" to be chasing Twitterrs everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much so that Malaysian blogspots (not even counting Xanga, Live, WordPress, MySpace) are read by more than 5 million eyeballs, far more than any newspaper in the country. The Star newspaper has a distribution of about 300K. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much so that in the last general elections, 65% of the voters who switched to the opposition had an influence from blogs&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   (Source: ZentrumFuture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Fad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well whatever you're thinking now, at least its still more fashionable than building a flash website (with an overkill of branding its weaved into the pixels) that hosts a flash game with branding blowing in your face  - you need to wear shades - and encourages participation by giving away a laptop with the branding engraved on the screen &amp;amp; battery &amp;amp; charger however you break it, you'll still see the branding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you dont get it right now, you could prolly still sit in your cubicle because we're talking about 20% of the entire market. But in the next 10 years, there is another 33% of the national population - who are now embracing social media like eating chips - who'll lose touch with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take look at this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIFYPQjYhv8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIFYPQjYhv8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-4319031343257525862?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/4319031343257525862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=4319031343257525862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/4319031343257525862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/4319031343257525862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-have-all-cowboys-gone.html' title='Social Media is a Fad'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-6674279172495153270</id><published>2010-01-04T23:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:02:33.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Allah" issue, My proposed solution to the Government</title><content type='html'>Today, ima talk about religion &amp;amp; politics. If its social issues &amp;amp; politics - you call is socio-political, so i don't know if there's such a thing called relio-politics but heck, that's what ima talk about now. Relio-politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently in Malaysia, there's been some conflict on the Christian usage of "Allah" and its been significantly hyped up by the media. The conflict, in much simpler words, pertains an issue with Roman Catholics calling their God by his name, Allah. In English, it's God, in Bahasa Malaysia, it's Allah, just in case you were wondering. And Jesus is a prophet sent by God/Allah, just in case you were wondering again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it all started from some disgruntled Malaysian Muslims (or Malays) because Christians called their God, Allah, in Bahasa Malaysia. They felt that it was a threat to the Malays because that might confuse the Malays into worshipping the wrong God or something to this effect. They also feared religious conversions because in Malaysia, religion sort of governs the country - they put it above the law - because Islam is the official religion of the country. I mean they fucking threathen to can you if you're a fucking hot Malay chic who drinks alcohol. So that's what im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of the disgruntled Malays, a ban was imposed on Christians for calling their God by his name... wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, there's been some ammendments. The high court lifted the ban and Christians were allowed to call their God by his name again. It was a great way for many Bahasa Malaysia speaking Roman Catholics in Malaysia to usher into 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of this the Government, via the media (Star to be specific), has claimed that the current situtation is "pressing" and has been "aggravated" and they hope that it will not be "aggravated further" - implying that the Malay sentiments pertaining the issue has been "aggravated".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I hope the situation will not be aggravated further and the Government does not encourage any demonstration or gathering to be held," he told reporters Sunday after presenting incentives to pupils in the Pekan constituency who excelled in the UPSR examinations last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Government wishes to ease off the "aggravation" &amp;amp; the "pressing situation" by appealing the court's decision of lifting the ban on Christians calling their God by his name. Here's the article from Star:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEKAN: Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak urged Muslims to remain calm over the High Court decision to allow the Catholic weekly, Herald, to use the word ‘Allah’ in its publication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He said the Home Ministry would appeal the court’s decision and that he would keep the Rulers briefed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i've spoken to a few of my Malay friends, not representative but a dipstick, and they seem to be happy about the high court's decision of lifting the ban. Simply because it could indirectly lead to unity amongst the religions, a bond that's been torn apart. Because they believe (their 'teachers' even tell this to them at their marriage courses! haha wtf) that Muslims, Christians &amp;amp; Jews worship the same God. 1 boss - God/Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i do not know why the media (Star to be specific) is playing up the issue of Malays being "aggravated" and the "pressing situation", sorry but why the fucking fuck for? Unless, there's a hidden agenda behind this whole scenario. I mean, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my proposed solution to the government to solve this issue is to explain to the Malays that Christians communicate with God through Jesus &amp;amp; Muslims communicate through Muhammad. Jews communicate through im not sure, but i think Abraham? But they all report to the same boss, God/Allah. It's just like going to Sunway, you can use Federal Highway, or you can use LDP, or you can use NPE - different channels, but same destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you 1 more analogy, something you can better relate to. You have a ruling coalition called Barisan National (BN). Under this coalition, you have UMNO, MCA &amp;amp; MIC. Different channels, but they report to the same boss, BN. Under UMNO, you have Najib as the leader. Ong Ka Ting runs the MCA business and Samy sits on MIC's throne. So just TRY and imagine that Najib is Muhammad, Ong Ka Ting is Jesus and Samy is Abraham. And so this doesnt go wrong, you need to imagine that Najib doesn't control Barisan National. It's probably an Agong - just imagine ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, you cannot say that MCA followers cannot call their boss, Agong, because UMNO followers also call their boss, Agong. If MCA followers call their boss Agong, then it might confuse the UMNO followers. Same boss, HELLO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all due respect, i cant compare God to a boss - simply a terrific understatement but just so we can all relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, and i believe everyone will second, that if you are a commited Muslim, or Malay. You can very well differentiate a Bible vs a Quran, a Church vs a Mosque, a Priest vs an Imam to name just a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by explaining this to the Malays, they might probably understand the dynamics between these religions because trust me - do not over-estimate them - they might not be aware. And i also refer to alot of Christians in the country. I've heard Christians say that converting to Islam leads you to hell and how all Muslims are terrorist - now fuck that. Same boss my friends, its what you're more comfortable with and how you want to communicate with God. Ultimately, Islam or Christianity of Jew, they worship the same God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a concequence, this understanding could potentially evolve into unity amongst the religions in the country as they realize that its fucking stupid to hate each other. This could lead to genuine unity (respect for each others' religions) - what i see as 1 good aspect of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not criticizing your decision of appealing the rule but im appealing for your re-consideration of your decision. I am sure you've meant good but as an end-reader, it came across to me as though the Christians have caused "aggravation" amongst the Malays and BN (or more specifically UMNO) is trying to solve the issue, thus being the hero for the Malays. You're not so inhuman to think of such political propoganda right? I trust you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A humble citizen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-6674279172495153270?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6674279172495153270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=6674279172495153270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6674279172495153270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6674279172495153270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2010/01/allah-issue-my-proposed-solution-to.html' title='The &quot;Allah&quot; issue, My proposed solution to the Government'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-1622023170218212628</id><published>2009-12-25T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:12:14.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pope knocked down by lady in red, at Christmas mass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM6iS8o-RMc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM6iS8o-RMc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments before celebrating Christmas Eve mass, Pope Benedict XVI was knocked to the floor after a woman lunged at him as he walked down the aisle of the main church in the Vatican.&lt;br /&gt;As security men tried to tackle the woman, both the pope and Roger Etchegaray, a French cardinal, were knocked to the floor in the confusion, Federico Lombardi, a Vatican spokesman, said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 82-year-old head of the Roman Catholic church who appeared unhurt, was quickly helped to his feet and resumed the mass at St Peter's Basilica on Thursday, making no reference to the incident as the service started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etchegaray, 87, suffered a broken femur bone and was taken to hospital, Lombardi said.&lt;br /&gt;The woman, whom Lombardi described as "unstable", was detained for questioning by Vatican security police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the same person who tried to jump a barricade to get close to the pope at last year's Christmas Mass, the spokesman said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his message to more than 10,000 people during the Christmas Eve mass - held two hours earlier than the traditional midnight hour this year to ease the pope's busy holiday schedule - the pontiff urged the faithful to put aside the complexities and burdens of daily life and rediscover the simplicity of the Christmas message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We live our lives by philosophies, amid worldly affairs and occupations that totally absorb us and are a great distance from the manger," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In all kinds of ways, God has to prod us and reach out to us again and again, so that we can manage to escape from the muddle of our thoughts and activities and discover the way that leads to him," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: Al Jazeera Agencies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-1622023170218212628?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1622023170218212628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=1622023170218212628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1622023170218212628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1622023170218212628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/12/pope-knocked-down-by-lady-in-red-at.html' title='Pope knocked down by lady in red, at Christmas mass'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-141607716227025533</id><published>2009-12-24T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:32:15.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear smokers,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe how much of an idiot you were when you picked up smoking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You picked it up just because your friends did, you thought it was cool and you wanted to belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will argue that they picked it up because they were stressed-up. Fuck you. Did anyone ever tell you that nicotine &amp;amp; tar cures stress - your doctor? your parents? ... or your stupid friend who blamed it on stress just because he didnt wanna sound like a loser for wanting to belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And revisiting the cool factor, tell me... how on fucking earth can smoking be cool? You stink like shit, your breath smells like a dead rat, you have undead gums,  your teeth turns urine yellow, you pant like a mad dog from walking up a fleet of stairs, girls turn off when you kiss them you dont get sex... COOL?!? lol.. fucking not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is, and the very problem is, 10 years ago, it WAS cool! So cool that when you're so broke, you still allocate some money for smokes. So cool that sometimes you'll walk miles for a pack of ciggies when you're desperate. So cool that you go through shit just so you can smoke during your school break time. So cool you borrow lighters from strangers on the street just to light up your ciggie. It was that cool! How is that cool? honestly, i still dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im saying all this because im the exact idiot i was just describing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after more than 10 years, i realize that its totally not cool. And what took me more than 10 years to realize? I don't know, im just too stupid i guess. But good to know (im just being human) that there are still ppl who think its cool after more than 10 years. hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is gonna be one of my new year resolutions in 2010. I've tried quitting for 2 weeks, twice - ended up smoking more. So this time around, I will be more realistic. I will take 1 year to quit, by 11:59:59, 31st December 2010. Any earlier, i see it as bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually started to consciously cut down. And in the process i've realized many things. For example, smoking is not really a physical addiction, even after 10 years. When im with my parents, i dont smoke for a few days and i do not suffer from retraction, from any claimed symptoms of flu or fever. You're just totally OK because when you're with your parents, they're like mental smoke repellants - you see them, you dont think of smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that kinda proves my hypothesis of it being more of a mental addiction, not totally but more of it. It's things that you do that triggers the brain to tell you that you need to light up a smoke now. Like going to the loo to do the morning business or when you're drinking coffee. And basing it on this claim of mine, i've managed to drop my morning ciggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends used to tell me that they cant dump without the ciggie. And this statement made me light one up every morning coz my brain has been telling my body that I cant take a dump without the ciggie. In this whole month, ive been taking my morning dumps without needing to light up a ciggie. So again, its a mental thing. Totally mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a month... im still smoking but at 30 - 50% less now... im starting to realize that its not always a mental addiction. There are 2 ocassions that trigger an intense urge to smoke, and its more than a mental urge... it feels somewhat physical as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alcohol. When you start drinking, you body calls for nicotine, your lungs call for nicotine, your blood, your saliva everything calls for it..... When i was with my parents, i dont drink, so i discovered this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After hours of crunch time at work - you just fucking need a ciggie. And this is the most crucial because for the pass 5 years and for the next 15 years i believe, it will be crunch time every weekday at work. And this is hell something i need to address &amp;amp; overcome. Again, when i was with my parents, i dont work, so i discovered this later as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To overcome 1, i might need to quit drinking - which is an alternative im not willing to take yet. So ima try find ways to drink and overcome the urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ima take the next year to think of a solution for 2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-141607716227025533?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/141607716227025533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=141607716227025533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/141607716227025533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/141607716227025533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-smokers.html' title='Dear smokers,'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-301380084453662659</id><published>2009-12-20T18:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:06:12.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the season to be jolly FA LALA LA LA LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from re-watching Avatar, in 3D, and as i was just saying on Twitter, watching it in 2D was just like reading the story-board. You do not see the movie until you see it in 3D. And the movie was pure awesomeness, even after watching it twice in the cinema, well in different effects at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really connect with the movie as I used to control a Troll in World of Warcraft, and the trolls you see in this movie is exactly how Trolls are - live in jungles, they're archers &amp;amp; sharmains - hunters &amp;amp; regenerators, they ride on horse-like &amp;amp; bird-like creatures, they have pointed ears &amp;amp; devil tails... it's amazing how Avatar brought all these troll aspects to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy36mi-BseI/AAAAAAAABrw/oKe7L8ZAxZ0/s1600-h/avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417261466925511138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy36mi-BseI/AAAAAAAABrw/oKe7L8ZAxZ0/s400/avatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... coming back to reality, Christmas is just around the corner! and it is certainly nice to see Christmas trees all around ya, hear Christmas carols float in the air and see places you go to jazzed up with a vibrant Christmasy feel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35vbbzwWI/AAAAAAAABro/ZZaQZ81Xzeg/s1600-h/the+curve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417260520010137954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35vbbzwWI/AAAAAAAABro/ZZaQZ81Xzeg/s400/the+curve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavilion's taken it to a whole new level wit this majestic setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35uz1AosI/AAAAAAAABrY/QUEt0JQDEeI/s1600-h/paviliion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417260509378421442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35uz1AosI/AAAAAAAABrY/QUEt0JQDEeI/s400/paviliion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are getting into the Christmas mood too. Was having lunch with my colleagues to other day and this guy came into sight.... Audrey insisted that i took a picture of him and tweeted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417260513572707698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35vDdAXXI/AAAAAAAABrg/CnC4DnmNqAo/s400/starbucks+christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL... I like the spirit but he just came across looking more like a bad santa! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas season in Malaysia also falls in the holiday season, and its absolutely great to hear colleagues &amp;amp; friends take time off and spend time with their children at home or on vacation. It's the only time of the year where they can escape the system (the system that puts you under debt, encourages you to get into more debt &amp;amp; forces you to work your ass off to repay the debt) and spend time with their offsprings - what we humans are mandated to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also great to see kids rush to the supermarkets to buy their Christmas socks so they can hang it on the wall (so papa or mama can put Christmas pressies in their socks while they're asleep) and wake up thinking Santa has climbed down the chimney or came in through the window to leave presents in their socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35bpozJVI/AAAAAAAABrQ/v77vH-DVJFg/s1600-h/Santa+chimney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417260180225336658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35bpozJVI/AAAAAAAABrQ/v77vH-DVJFg/s400/Santa+chimney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see gifts being sent around - wine, cakes, cupcakes..etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35bArVZMI/AAAAAAAABrI/pDPHI1ZUnAs/s1600-h/christmas+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417260169230116034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35bArVZMI/AAAAAAAABrI/pDPHI1ZUnAs/s400/christmas+cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as i love the commercial Christmas, for it reminds you of the season, i do not forget God. I've not been to church every Sunday.. but i try and make it more frequent at the Christmas season. Which is not ideal - you should be going every Sunday - but... yeah LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417261693465449282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy36zu5W00I/AAAAAAAABr4/oU0bJADufuk/s400/church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kids, you do not worship Santa in Christmas! hehe, you worship God :) God sent someone to renew the lives of humans, who were plagued with sin, and thats the ocassion we're celebrating. Not santa climbing down the chimney to leave a present in your socks. I mean its still OK to practice that myth for the sake of 'feeling' Christmas but just have in mind that that is not representative of what Christmas means :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So not forgetting the real meaning of Christmas, our department did a trip to a speacial home. From what i heard, its a home where kids with abussive parents live in protection when they're dads are awake at home. Alot of their dads are drunkards btw. And if any of you daddies are reading this, drink responsibly for fucks sake! your kids need you and you're supposed to be taking care of them and not have them refuge in this home... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the kids were awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sent them the A&amp;amp;W bear to dance &amp;amp; play games wit em...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35a7yR7ZI/AAAAAAAABrA/q7rDjvfeUag/s1600-h/A%26W+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417260167917071762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35a7yR7ZI/AAAAAAAABrA/q7rDjvfeUag/s400/A%26W+bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We also bought presents for all the kids in the special home, and i was tasked to buy this kid a Christmas present. Neelesh. 7 years of age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35atExKKI/AAAAAAAABq4/aPORYDBEeB0/s1600-h/neelesh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417260163968084130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35atExKKI/AAAAAAAABq4/aPORYDBEeB0/s400/neelesh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i got him. Really wicked spiderman pencil case, where you can press buttons and errect like sharperners &amp;amp; compartments - you know the kinda pencil-case you really wanted when you were about 10 years old or less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got him a Marvel stationary set as well to fill up his pencil case and a colour pencil set with a colour book to draw on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so happy he went showing it around to all his friends - he better be!!! hahah i never had this when i was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35aaJOgOI/AAAAAAAABqw/reG4w5E-yHc/s1600-h/spiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417260158886510818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy35aaJOgOI/AAAAAAAABqw/reG4w5E-yHc/s400/spiderman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, i've also been buying tissue paper off the blind ladies who walk around asking for donation when we go out during lunch time. I do smell some exploitation &amp;amp; scandal... i've never failed for many many reasons i'll spare now, but i just hope a small part of that money really does go to the blind ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i've been buying alot of these tissues packs and i really only use 1 to to wipe my mouth &amp;amp; hands after lunch and i'd leave the whole pack in a red basket i have in my work cubicle. But every time i turn to the red basket for a tissue, there's never really any in there. So with that, i feel really good for the tissues are put to good use as well. One stone kill 2 birds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, talking about Christmas, i was having dinner at a fine dine the other night and i overheard the table next to us. The guy bought like this bottle of really good red wine. And he said that he was gonna get a few bottles during Christmas so they drink up and not get drunk because during Christmas, red wine turns into the blood of Jesus. Talk about the true meaning of Christmas huh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas! (in case i dont update my blog again before this coming weekend! 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&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/5256106802346502896-301380084453662659?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/301380084453662659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=301380084453662659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/301380084453662659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/301380084453662659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly-fa-lala-la-la-la.html' title='Tis&apos; the season to be jolly FA LALA LA LA LA'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sy36mi-BseI/AAAAAAAABrw/oKe7L8ZAxZ0/s72-c/avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-7544876601987868849</id><published>2009-12-15T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:56:49.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 7 wishes for Christmas</title><content type='html'>I have 7 wishes for Christmas and i took some time i dont have to blog this so happy reading! I'll be touching on World Peace. Environment. Knowledge Network. Governance. Human Values. Media &amp;amp; God and i hope they make sense to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All the Muslims in the world to unite under 1 cause. The Catholic church &amp;amp; thousands of protestant denominations in the world to unite under 1 cause. And the Jews to also unite. These 3 parties to sit down on 1 table and realize that they are all worshiping 1 God - i mean come on, its not as simple as ABC but Moses, Jesus &amp;amp; Muhammad reports to the same boss, so how difficult issit to understand that we - Muslim or Christians or Jews - we're all brothers &amp;amp; sisters in 1 God. Or are we just fucking retards? So my first wish is for these 3 religions to make peace &amp;amp; stop firing rockets &amp;amp; think of building nukes to kill each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Preservation of the environment. I wish that worldly events, such as "Earth Day", are further encouraged and amplified to bring awareness and education to the human race. So smokers realize that the ciggie butts they litter gets swept into the drain, drain flows in the to river, river flows into the sea - the place you wanna be on a vacation. So ignorant Malaysians don't ask for a plastic bag just to store a stick of chewing gum and then later throw it out their car windows. So the Chinese wont continue to save money &amp;amp; buy hair moose. So the fucking factory owners do not spill waiste into the rivers to save money and now i cant fucking swim in the river that runs by our country house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish for the every success of the One Laptop per Child (OLPC) policy. So the kids who run on the streets of Chow Kit because their mums are fucking men at home for money, so the kids in Africa who eats sand from starvation, so the kids in the slumps of India - who will never get their hands on a textbook - can see and feel and learn from the world. From the abundance of information on the net. From people in the US, UK, China, India, Malaysia and every other country in this world within a click on their laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish for transparency. For governing administrations to practice full democracy and transparency in governing. So citizens dont fall from 16 floors of a building for no reason. So greedy Chinese politicians do not get away with billions in cash for building a port. So talented people do not have to be in fugitive because they are upholding the rights of their fellow countrymen. So criminals do not become leaders of countries. So race representatives do not fight for power everyday and forget their original cause. So people representative do not get away with building balinese mansions using the citizens money. So judiciary manipulators do not get away by just saying korek korek korek. And the only way we can achieve this is to have all the key pillars of administration - the executives, the judiciary, they auditors, the monarchy &amp;amp; the arm forces - to be independent of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish that the human race realizes the worldly agendas that are plagueing them. That are immensely causing the deterioration of human values. Example 1. The persistent struggle to over-empower women. I believe in equal rights for women. But i do not believe is the over-selling of "girl power" to the extent of women neglecting their human duties of providing offsprings, just because they wanna be as capable as men. Example 2. The constant endorsement of homo-sexuals - Prince, Elton John, Adam Lambert - to persuade the human race to go against the sexual nature of humans. Examples 3. The pervalent endorsement of marriage splits / divorces. An American celebrity gets remarried at an average of 3 times in their lifetime. And that actually sounds pretty conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish that the human race will wake up from their state of denial and hypnotism and realize that many of the celebrities they are adoring through the media (Madona for example) are singing praises to Lucifer and they are singing along to it. And they should pity the celebrities they adore because they are just as well victims, puppets. The next 10 times you sing along to a pop song, try and digest the lyrics and see if you find anything perculiar. If you're lazy, just go watch the Madona video clip - the one where she's in full black and she turns into a black dove &amp;amp; black dog. Watch the controversial Lady Gaga video clips. My friend, who studies religion, was just telling me that "Hollywood" in the Pharoan times, is a magical stick that is used to hypnotize people. Now try and put that in the "Hollywood" context. Here, i wish that there can be some form of 'human value' auditing, so our kids do not grow up to be whores &amp;amp; druggies &amp;amp; satan worshipers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish that the world embraces God. For those who still doubt, look at yourself in the mirror. Think about every cell that runs in your body, how every organ works with every organ in your body. Think about sex - how good that feels. Look at the trees. Look at the night &amp;amp; day, the earth &amp;amp; water - how they are perfectly in harmony. Look at the flora and the fauna - the millions of species discovered &amp;amp; yet to be discovered. Think about all the layers of earth &amp;amp; layers of air. Think about re-generation. Think about growing up. Think about the human brain. Think about your 5 senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SERIOUSLY THINK ALL THAT JUST EXISTED FROM A FUCKING EXPLOSION?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about the human brain - fucking think about how smart and intelligent you are. Think about your analytical skills - how you react and make decisions in crucial situations. Think about your emotions, your emphaty. Think about the conscience in you, like an angel that reminds you that its not right, when you're stealing or cheating or doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SERIOUSLY THINK ALL THAT CAME FROM MONKEYS?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-7544876601987868849?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7544876601987868849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=7544876601987868849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7544876601987868849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7544876601987868849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-7-wishes-for-christmas.html' title='My 7 wishes for Christmas'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-6294389147256707219</id><published>2009-12-15T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:03:52.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pakatan Rakyat to introduce free wireless Internet?</title><content type='html'>I am reposting this blog in FULL SUPPORT of Raja Petra's demand from Pakatan Rakyat. Not entirely for political reasons, but for more affordable (and hopefully reliable) broadband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweden &amp;amp; Norway have made a 1MB broadband connection a legal right of every citizen in the country. Legal right my friends, meaning you get to sue the govt &amp;amp; win the case if you do not have access to a 1MB broadband connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia? For some reason, i just cant connect to my home router and im now surfing on a 582bps connection on celcom broadband and that's just pathetic. We shout about the IT era and MSC and whatever bullshit &amp;amp; we cant even provide proper broadband to our citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raja Petra Kamarudin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been urging Pakatan Rakyat to introduce free wireless Internet in the states they are governing since March 2008 but to no avail. Soon we shall be celebrating the second anniversary of the 12th General Election and still no free wireless Internet in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakatan Rakyat is sleeping and thinks it can win the next general election by doing nothing. I am fed up of trying to convince them about the importance of the Internet to the opposition cause. If Pakatan Rakyat has a death wish then so be it. But just so that I can say “I told you so” when the results of the next general election is announced and Pakatan Rakyat gets sent back to wherever it crawled out from, I want you to see the video presentation below to understand why I am so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakatan Rakyat does not seem to understand that it is at a disadvantage when it comes to the mainstream and electronic media and they therefore need the Internet to get their message across to the voters. Ten years ago there were only 280,000 Internet users against eight million voters. Today, the ratio is one-to-one and in time the number of Internet users are going to outnumber the number of voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is plain and simple. He who controls information on the Internet can influence the thinking of the voters. At the height of the Vietnam War, four out of five Americans bought newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it is only two in five because Americans now obtain their information from the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of newspapers sold in Indonesia today is half what it was during the Reformasi days -- at the height of the anti-Suharto era -- in spite of the increase in population. And this is because Indonesians now also depend on the Internet for their news and information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert Murdock has predicted that by 2030 the print newspaper would be totally replaced by the Internet. So Pakatan Rakyat ignores the Internet at its own peril. Let us just hope that on 19 December 2009 the delegates to the First Pakatan Rakyat Convention will discuss this issue and do something about the matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-6294389147256707219?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6294389147256707219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=6294389147256707219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6294389147256707219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6294389147256707219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/12/pakatan-rakyat-to-introduce-free.html' title='Pakatan Rakyat to introduce free wireless Internet?'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-7154362021248261326</id><published>2009-12-12T14:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:29:31.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phi Phi, Maya, Khai</title><content type='html'>This will be the last of Thailand, i will blog about for a while. Too much Thailand reminds me of the nasty transvestites who molested &amp;amp; ransaked me in Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, if you're ever thinking of going to Phuket, don't. But go to the islands surrounding Phuket like Phi Phi, Maya &amp;amp; Khai (what i covered). At the tourist centre, i saw a list of many other islands - the likes of James Bond island (just because Bond shot a movie scene there - they fuckin capitalized on it and named the island by Bond's name, so they can rack in more cash from tourism wtf). I also saw an island called "Similan Island". Similan in Hokkien translates to 'What the dick' Island. Still not comparable to "Bangla road" tho.... lol racist mother fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when i was headin out on my Island tour, and it was end of the year - so the tides were rough - and i was just watching how the Tsunami swept away Phi Phi island the night before, and I was headin to Phi Phi island, and the boat engines broke down &amp;amp; had to be restarted a couple of times, and when the engines ceased, the boat swayed when hit by the violent waves - and i was freakin out for a bit lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM82CqanQI/AAAAAAAABpo/sjdH0xvxnBo/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414238076154846466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM82CqanQI/AAAAAAAABpo/sjdH0xvxnBo/s400/Phuket+Trip+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bout an hour out, the weather calmed down and we hit Maya island, the island where Leonardo Di'Caprio (that sissy boy) shot "The Beach". And i swear everyone, every fuckin one will know that "The Beach" was shot here because the tour guide repeats it like 3 million times he makes sure it sinks into your memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This place, is place in Hollywood movie. Hollywood movie. HOLLYWOOD MOVIE. The Beach. Leonardo Caprio... Anybody know movie, the Beach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK we 10 minutes out from place in Hollywood movie, the beach....the beach"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK ladies and gentlemen, we almost reach Maya island, Leonardo reach here before, so pls get ready. We go down take pictures, must take pictures. Place in Hollywood movie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK we here in Maya island, welcome! you are at place where Hollywood movie is shot. Enjoy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414238072822397426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM812P5efI/AAAAAAAABpg/FBaShWnqf6c/s400/Phuket+Trip+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM8budOdsI/AAAAAAAABpQ/06Ij6k1I5-A/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414237624054216386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM8budOdsI/AAAAAAAABpQ/06Ij6k1I5-A/s400/Phuket+Trip+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414237613488501874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM8bHGKdHI/AAAAAAAABpA/XziTj1wkMow/s400/Phuket+Trip+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the over-selling, the place was definitely pretty, apart from being over-crowded with white ladies who take pride of their saggy ceculite-filled asses, they wear G strings to show it off. Fuckin eye sore.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then adjourned to Monkey island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The island which has monkeys at the beach obviously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what was quite interesting was that the boatman brought 3 cups of Coca Cola and 2 combs of banana to the leader of the pack - and that in exchange for them to stay at the beach for pictures and behave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have monkeys dropping on me when im jogging in the park so i wasn't impressed at all with the sight of monkeys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whites were however dazzled... totally impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM8bYeBFaI/AAAAAAAABpI/tcdfu_AcM6M/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414237618151953826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM8bYeBFaI/AAAAAAAABpI/tcdfu_AcM6M/s400/Phuket+Trip+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was PURE AWESOMENESS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snorkelling at Phi Phi Don. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM8a3QFAPI/AAAAAAAABo4/0U-obpEgIlA/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414237609235120370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM8a3QFAPI/AAAAAAAABo4/0U-obpEgIlA/s400/Phuket+Trip+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM8anmJnDI/AAAAAAAABow/bpDhLGwF8e0/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414237605032729650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM8anmJnDI/AAAAAAAABow/bpDhLGwF8e0/s400/Phuket+Trip+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWW the ocean smells so salty its like a pool of piss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM7gJmBEPI/AAAAAAAABoo/DUGbHfM4tig/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414236600546693362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM7gJmBEPI/AAAAAAAABoo/DUGbHfM4tig/s400/Phuket+Trip+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we stayed in Phi Phi Don. And its got a majestic view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM7f-nwO9I/AAAAAAAABog/Q0CIhGi5NPc/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414236597601188818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM7f-nwO9I/AAAAAAAABog/Q0CIhGi5NPc/s400/Phuket+Trip+237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These challets are all newly built after the Tsunami wipe out where more then 1,500 people were killed. So to be really honest, i didnt have 100% peace in mind when we were at Phi Phi Don... lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM7fSowEQI/AAAAAAAABoY/d1b7FriHRwE/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414236585794212098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM7fSowEQI/AAAAAAAABoY/d1b7FriHRwE/s400/Phuket+Trip+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;aa&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final island i covered was Khai island. And i remember this place for how expensive it was lol. I had to pay 150 bahtss to sit down on a chair. Paid 100 bahts for 5 visits to the toilet. Another 300 bahts for some water &amp;amp; ice-cream... lol not that its not affordable but.... for things you dont normally pay for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414236583046356610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM7fIZnHoI/AAAAAAAABoQ/jU5ynDbzzfc/s400/Phuket+Trip+252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM7eoD4gSI/AAAAAAAABoI/5zskHRT9DOQ/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414236574365286690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM7eoD4gSI/AAAAAAAABoI/5zskHRT9DOQ/s400/Phuket+Trip+248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to another island trip in December!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/5256106802346502896-7154362021248261326?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7154362021248261326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=7154362021248261326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7154362021248261326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7154362021248261326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/12/phi-phi-maya-khai.html' title='Phi Phi, Maya, Khai'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SyM82CqanQI/AAAAAAAABpo/sjdH0xvxnBo/s72-c/Phuket+Trip+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-3725188106269690874</id><published>2009-11-22T18:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:54:26.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patong Beach, Harassed &amp; robbed by transvestites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patong Beach is the hotspot in Phuket island. Where all the Go Go bars are, where all the commercialized boxing rings are, where all the pubs &amp;amp; night clubs are, where all the confused humans are, where all the rejected westerners are, where all the young Australians boys who are bud &amp;amp; pussy starved are. Patong Beach. Good men go to heaven, Bad men go to Patong Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406869202251695362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkO5IM2RQI/AAAAAAAABlw/wKJ4Z3pYvi0/s400/Phuket+Trip+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very commercialized tourist destination - you could smell the irish &amp;amp; the aussie influence in the place with quite a numbers of irish &amp;amp; ausie pubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406869210202610818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkO5l0fnII/AAAAAAAABl4/Q-IW-3ERS5g/s400/Phuket+Trip+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leprechaun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406869214685210786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkO52hOqKI/AAAAAAAABmA/RZdGO3z1nrY/s400/Phuket+Trip+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the hotel i stayed in, Leelawadee Boutique Hotel. Pretty decent hotel at one end of Patong Beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQwRzSJhI/AAAAAAAABnw/01vYM9bTOu0/s1600/Phuket+Trip+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406871249233258002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQwRzSJhI/AAAAAAAABnw/01vYM9bTOu0/s400/Phuket+Trip+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beach buggies for rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQwF9xFLI/AAAAAAAABno/PHRNqCA916g/s1600/Phuket+Trip+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406871246056002738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQwF9xFLI/AAAAAAAABno/PHRNqCA916g/s400/Phuket+Trip+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the sun sets in Patong beach, alot of cursed Thai humans turn into werewolves, i mean 'lady boys' and they invade the main street of Patong Beach, Bangla Road. As you've just read, even road names in Patong are racists hehe, talk about hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they are utterly, absolutely, definitely, 100% DISGUSTING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can still see their supressed little dicks dangling from inside their panties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406871261934323682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQxBHdB-I/AAAAAAAABoA/HGLonF4KrNA/s400/Phuket+Trip+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what my title suggested. As i was starring at how horid they were - quite amazed at the sight actually - these two devils came to me and acted really surprised that they've spotted a Chinese on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Patong beach, you just see white &amp;amp; brown. The whites (mostly english &amp;amp; aussie) are the ones spending and stuffing dollars into pussies, the browns (locals or bangladeshis) are the ones who are trading by the paveway &amp;amp; beach. You dont see yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they came to me really quickly and looking very susprised they went "da ge, ni hao".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before realizing it, one of the devils snatched my right hand and put it on his sillicon boobies. Man, i thought i touched a basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQLxUHQ7I/AAAAAAAABng/skK1ZWyFkiE/s1600/Phuket+Trip+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870622037296050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQLxUHQ7I/AAAAAAAABng/skK1ZWyFkiE/s400/Phuket+Trip+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasnt the end of the story. They asked for money and almost created a scene because i refused to pay them 200 Thai Baht (each) for "touching them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckers. I thought i should've been compensated instead. BEWARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the pancakes by the beach. My favourite = Nutella + Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQLuQVFnI/AAAAAAAABnY/OkM1iZhl8Vs/s1600/Phuket+Trip+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870621216118386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQLuQVFnI/AAAAAAAABnY/OkM1iZhl8Vs/s400/Phuket+Trip+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double seater jetskis go for 1500 Baht per half hour. One seater ones go for 1000 Baht. Para-sailing is 1500 Baht for 2 circles around the bay. This is where you get your rides from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQLTYCBiI/AAAAAAAABnQ/qC64JoYogwI/s1600/Phuket+Trip+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870614000666146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQLTYCBiI/AAAAAAAABnQ/qC64JoYogwI/s400/Phuket+Trip+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cables are pretty fucked... from the Tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQLH7x9rI/AAAAAAAABnI/3aW9eP8k-J8/s1600/Phuket+Trip+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870610929383090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQLH7x9rI/AAAAAAAABnI/3aW9eP8k-J8/s400/Phuket+Trip+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was the mosque that did not crumble in the Tsunami... i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQK_ojmOI/AAAAAAAABnA/dlJOi350s1Y/s1600/Phuket+Trip+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870608701266146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQK_ojmOI/AAAAAAAABnA/dlJOi350s1Y/s400/Phuket+Trip+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkPpxj9C0I/AAAAAAAABm4/XPvpkwm9Bx8/s1600/Phuket+Trip+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870037988182850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkPpxj9C0I/AAAAAAAABm4/XPvpkwm9Bx8/s400/Phuket+Trip+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where all the Tiger shows are broadcasted live. The World Famous A GO GO bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkPphvH8YI/AAAAAAAABmw/8UEFU_wZFmc/s1600/Phuket+Trip+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870033740067202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkPphvH8YI/AAAAAAAABmw/8UEFU_wZFmc/s400/Phuket+Trip+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right next to it, is another Tiger show outlet. This is even more direct - Its called TIGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkPpVjeQmI/AAAAAAAABmo/Z8TUIvbfwHw/s1600/Phuket+Trip+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870030469972578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkPpVjeQmI/AAAAAAAABmo/Z8TUIvbfwHw/s400/Phuket+Trip+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love seafood, you'll love Phuket. I really enjoyed the lobsters &amp;amp; oysters. Fresh &amp;amp; cheap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406871261589076930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkQw_1I-8I/AAAAAAAABn4/N9l0ysbTuQU/s400/Phuket+Trip+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkPpMPnoDI/AAAAAAAABmg/jD_MXP39wGU/s1600/Phuket+Trip+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870027970781234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkPpMPnoDI/AAAAAAAABmg/jD_MXP39wGU/s400/Phuket+Trip+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signature dish - Tom Yum Goong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkPomytiDI/AAAAAAAABmY/cTA8_BG_UsA/s1600/Phuket+Trip+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870017917421618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkPomytiDI/AAAAAAAABmY/cTA8_BG_UsA/s400/Phuket+Trip+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is how Mc Donalds pose in Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406869217281162546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkO6AMJvTI/AAAAAAAABmI/HqnFYzz3-qc/s400/Phuket+Trip+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what pie was this? Something i've never heard of.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406869225810878290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkO6f9y31I/AAAAAAAABmQ/tdGTZ8j7FjM/s400/Phuket+Trip+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a Brocolli pie.... and its got bacon bits inside too.... tasty shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5256106802346502896-3725188106269690874?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/3725188106269690874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=3725188106269690874' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/3725188106269690874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/3725188106269690874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/11/patong-beach-harassed-robbed-by.html' title='Patong Beach, Harassed &amp; robbed by transvestites'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SwkO5IM2RQI/AAAAAAAABlw/wKJ4Z3pYvi0/s72-c/Phuket+Trip+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-7663350778839905282</id><published>2009-11-11T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:21:01.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia in 20 years time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a reposting of an article that was published on Sin Chew Daily, based on the views of Lee Kuan Yew. This article is very timely as it elaborates on my arguments in the previous post - about how the most crucial element for new-generation Chinese to secure a place in this land, will be their very own competitiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be agreeing with most of the arguments in this article except how the shrinking Chinese population is not caused by low fertility rates among the Chinese in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll beg to differ on this point. Based on my observations &amp;amp; chats i've had with many mid-aged Chinese in the country, it is very apparent that we're getting more &amp;amp; more time pressured. This will be a classic example: Compare the hours you are clocking in at work, VS your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time pressure causes stress. Stress causes low fetility rates. Of course im not saying this is the key driving factor. It's one of the factors, coupled with migration ... etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i CANNOT agree more that MCA - Malaysian Commedians' Association - who has a very crucial task of protecting the rights of the Chinese in Malaysia, is not only neglecting their obligation but further blurring the vision of the Chinese in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Doomsday prediction never comes true, New Zealand will remain as picturesque after a hundred years, with cows and goats roaming all over the country sparesely populated by humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred years later, Singapore's foundation will remain rock solid. The tiny city-state will continue to lure new immigrants, and many new-generation Singaporeans will see their lineages traced back to those of migrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Malaysia a hundred years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Kuan Yew did not seem to see things that far. He only set his sight 20 years later.&lt;br /&gt;He said all constituencies in Malaysia would be dominated by the Malays in 20 years' time, and the leadership in this country would value the Chinese population less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese population would continue to slide, he added, not because of the pathetically low fertility rates among the Chinese in this country, but because those who could afford would have sent their children overseas, who would decide not to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And those migrating to Malaysia will be from Islamic states, making the country's Islamisation inclination more and more pronounced."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics don't lie, and the current political and social ecosystems are not here without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;MM Lee's predictions are by no means novel. But his well-thought remarks have touched the hearts of many a Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is what the country should look like 20 years from now, we can imagine Chinese Malaysians to be like apes in a forest sanctuary a hundred years down the road, where we need to sharpen our eyesight to carefully scan through the entire swathe of forest before we can catch a glimpse of one or two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That comparison is, most certainly, exaggerated, but I really hope we will not be reduced to a rare species by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ratio of Chinese population in this country has been on steady decline over the decades; so has their political status here. Very soon, they will be completely engulfed by the powerful waves of aggressive Islamisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pessimistic side of the outlook of their destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chinese Malaysians cannot afford to go on this way, and wait helplessly for such a destiny to befall them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to take the initiative to accentuate their own strengths and be in firm control of their own fates before they can divert such a predestination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next ten years will be key to the future destiny of Chinese Malaysians. If the country's policies get more and more ethnically-oriented and religiously inclined, the future of Chinese community is well within our imagination, and Chinese Malaysians will exit the country in droves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if community-centric ideologies get diluted, conflicts between mainstream and minority races get thinned down, the common Malaysian identity gets consolidated, and the spirit of secularity stays very much relevant, then Chinese Malaysians will have a much more promising future here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens to this country or our society, the most important element for new-generation Chinese to secure a place in this land, will be their very own competitiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this age of globalisation, when national boundaries are increasingly obscured, people will find a greener pasture beyond our shores if our internal conditions remain this bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot afford to talk about what will happen to us a hundred years from now. We need to buck up and fight for our near-term opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless and unnecessary squabbles, like the one currently taking place within MCA, will only serve to bog down the pace of the Chinese community further, blurring their vision of the clear and present danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Chinese community urgently needs right now is high-calibre and farsighted leadership, not one engrossed with endless infighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By TAY TIAN YAN/Translated by DOMINIC LOH/Sin Chew Daily)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-7663350778839905282?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7663350778839905282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=7663350778839905282' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7663350778839905282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7663350778839905282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/11/malaysia-in-20-years-time.html' title='Malaysia in 20 years time'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-7241419923247634055</id><published>2009-11-08T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:23:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbed by Malays, because he's not Malay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since i caught up with EJ, a friend i currently share the house rent with. On this note, im most pleased that ill be movin out to my very own place very soon - no more strangers at home, no more wanting to use the kitchen but someones using it. Not that i hated it but it just didnt feel like 'home' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we caught up this morning and he told me that he got robbed on Wednesday night, at a cyber cafe situated within the Pelangi Condominium in Bandar Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't surprised initially, with a robbery incident, as many of my close friends &amp;amp; colleagues have been somewhat involved in robberies (as victims of course) in the past months - laptop snatch, mobile phone snatch, break-into-car-handbag snatch, mum's car got broken into.. bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was more than a 1 on 1 robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was "They took on the whole cyber cafe with Parangs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prompted EJ for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was the robbery carried out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Oh, we heard the scream of a young lady who went, "what are you guys doing", and she was very quickly pushed to her table and held to the tip of a parang. A hooded Malay guy sternly said to the lady "dont move and keep your mouth shut" (in Malay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Errr.. about 4 i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're they masked? Did they cover their faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: No.. they just had hoods. The cyber-cafe had CCTV cameras so the footages are being passed to the authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly reminded me of how Altantuya's daddy passed a pile of documents to the police. Of course, i didn't say it... so i went on to prompt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did they rob everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: NO.. They came in and said that they were not gonna harm the Malays and asked them to move aside. They then asked all the others to take out their mobile phones &amp;amp; wallets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!?! ... they just robbed the non-Malays???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Err yes... why are you so surprised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised. Fucking surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why rob just the non-Malays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it didnt take more than a minute to tie things together and get to the root of that particular problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You do not rob unless you need to. Unless the "need" arisses you won't rob because every human body is attached with a human conscience. Something spiritual that will poke you and say "hey, you're doing the wrong thing" before you even conduct it. But unless, you are deprived of a fundamental need - shelter or food - it might compell you to beat the conscience. The point is, the conscience is something that's damn hard to beat, not unless you're compelled to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the hypothesis, or my theory is, these Malays are deprived... somehow. Could even be drugs so my above point becomes invalid. but nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They only robbed the non-Malays. Meaning, they have associated their deprivation to the non-Malays. They are in my opinion getting back at the non-Malays, who they THINK caused them to be deprived of whatever they were trying to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is DANGEROUS! Because yes, the non-Malays (mainly the Chinese) have populated the CBD and to those who are unaware, you might have the impression that the Chinese are 'greedy', controlling the Malaysian economy and marginalizing the other races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're reading this, you must realize that you're WRONG. You have such thinking because you have been somehow influenced by some arguments you've heard of in a ceramah or the FTA channels on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls give my argument a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Chinese and i live in Malaysia and i work in the CBD. I have a white-collar job and i have no life. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my parents forced 6 days of tuition on me for 10 years. Made education my FIRST priority, so prioritized i was grounded for 3 months before any major examination. My parents made my grandparents give me lectures about how education will determine my course of life.. bla bla bla.. education education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents also stopped going overseas, stopped expensive meals, kept to the same car for a while, so they could save enough money for me &amp;amp; my brother to further our studies in Australia. They never bought me my own car, they didnt buy me an Optimus Prime toy, they didnt buy Air Jordans for me to play basketball, they didnt buy me LV wallets - and all these i begged for. Just because the money needs to be saved for my education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much importance was placed on education i wasnt given much of a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im telling you that its not easy going to tuition and your friends are in the snookeriums &amp;amp; cyber cafes. You get your parents to send you to a prom nite and your friends take their own CLKs &amp;amp; 3 series to the prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i got over the education bit, i was FUCKING relieved. But i realized that its gotten worse. I dont get my parents &amp;amp; grandparents drilling "education" into me no more but now i need to pay phone bills, parking bills, car loan, house rent, utilities, highway tolls, car service, insurance, road tax, government tax, traffic summons, EPF, alcohol bills, ciggarettes...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THANK GOD, my parents drilled that "education" thing into me.. otherwise, i would have not survived... i would have became a robber myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not get to live in DBKL homes where you pay 100+ bucks a mth for a house. I do not get 5 or 10% off a property that i buy. I do not get the lowest interest rates when i buy a house, I do not get 30% and own part of a company because i was born a certain race, I do not get grants easily, I do not get permits easily, I will not get free books for my kids next time, I will not get scholarships for my kids next time, I will not be able to place my kids in local universities next time (not that i want to), I will not get welfare if i stop work... summary is I AM IN NO POSITION TO NOT DO WHAT IM DOING TODAY. I STOP, I DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I as a Chinese, need to work my ass off in the CBD, otherwise i die. Because of this i will only have max 2 kids because i have no capacity to have more than 2 kids because i need to work my ass off to make my life work. Otherwise i'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, FUCK THE CHINESE for taking over the CBD... for controlling a major stake in the national economy... for whatever other reasons you think.. FUCK THE CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you need to understand my friend. WE GOT NO CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to prove my point, go look at the race split 20 years ago and look at it now. You will realize that the Chinese population is shrinking because we are working our ASSES off to make our life work. AND NOT BECAUSE WE HATE KIDS... we love sex and we love kids my friends.... just like you. We're after all the same breed - human beings, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who's really robbing you my friends, are people who have misused BILLIONS of government funds on PKFZ for example. Those BILLIONS of ringgits could be used to provide you free books, welfare when you're jobless, free medicine for your sick kid, free internet for your kids to gain knowledge &amp;amp; immensely improve public transportation... etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on people who have represented you and who have built massive balinese mansions, which they could never afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on those who give away giant contracts without open biddings. And korek korek korek, blame it on those who manipulate the judiaciary and make money out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all these people are not necessarily all Malay, but my point is: Blame it on these people, your leaders... and not the Chinese in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the Chinese are victims as well... just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's came to my utmost concern that some people are starting to blame it on the Chinese in general, when the Chinese like i say again...victims as well.... just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT FALL INTO THIS TRAP. Again this is just my personal opinion, but theres a giant conspiracy going on to protect certain individuals of their positions. And they will go to the largest extent to protect their positions. This "racist robbery" is a clear example. DO NOT BE MANIPULATED, i trust that you're wise enough to make your own judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-7241419923247634055?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7241419923247634055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=7241419923247634055' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7241419923247634055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7241419923247634055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/11/robbed-by-malays-because-hes-not-malay.html' title='Robbed by Malays, because he&apos;s not Malay'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5636330717477312680</id><published>2009-11-05T21:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T02:21:22.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Emperor Gods Festival / Mah song</title><content type='html'>When i was in Phuket last week, i participated in what the local Phuketans call "The vegetarian festival" which sounded very tame &amp;amp; friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not participation by will, more like i was trying to pay Phuket town a visit and i bumped into this festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this festival was huge. So massive an entire stretch of road that cuts through the main city area was shut down for this procession, in commemoration of "The vegetarian festival"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we blended into the crowd, it was in fact very welcoming initially as everyone was in white and there were emblems on some of these white shirts that goes "Save the planet" .. "Go green", which i thought matched the team of the festivel - The vegetarian festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not until i saw this - i was perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLfGMuedQI/AAAAAAAABlo/6G5J3RJ_3fk/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400624200759014658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLfGMuedQI/AAAAAAAABlo/6G5J3RJ_3fk/s400/Phuket+Trip+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was literally a transvestite, marching down the road... possesed. She, i mean he was shaking his head and didnt appear to be aware of his surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to knock off and head back to Patong beach, but the more i saw... the more it hooked me on.... talk about bizzare culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then came to see this "lady in red".. possesed by mediums too. She had the voice of a very young girl and was asking around for candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLfF1y-bbI/AAAAAAAABlg/Zdny2xvdQ8k/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400624194603871666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLfF1y-bbI/AAAAAAAABlg/Zdny2xvdQ8k/s400/Phuket+Trip+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If possession sounds quite negative to you, they actually take it as a blessing. Here's a phrase from wikipedia, explaining why they actually invite spirits to posses their bodies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Mah song ม้าทรง are the people who invite the spirits of gods to possess their bodies. Mah ม้า is the word for horse in Thai, and the name mah song refers to how the spirits of the gods use the bodies of these people as a vehicle, as one rides a horse. Only pure, unmarried men or women without families of their own can become mah song. At the temple they undergo a series of rituals to protect them for the duration of the festival, during which flagellation and self-mutilation is practiced &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The festivities in Phuket include a procession of mah song wearing elaborate costumes who pierce their cheeks and tongues with all manner of things, including swords, banners, machine guns, table lamps, and flowers. While the face is the most common area pierced, some also pierce their arms with pins and fishhooks "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will kinda set the scene for the pictures you are about to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLfFoGOwdI/AAAAAAAABlY/D45CgUT2dFM/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400624190926537170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLfFoGOwdI/AAAAAAAABlY/D45CgUT2dFM/s400/Phuket+Trip+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLelF8FQNI/AAAAAAAABlQ/_Im6j2iZaME/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400623632001351890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLelF8FQNI/AAAAAAAABlQ/_Im6j2iZaME/s400/Phuket+Trip+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLek0-x9hI/AAAAAAAABlI/7hBOjHXO3Yo/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400623627449267730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLek0-x9hI/AAAAAAAABlI/7hBOjHXO3Yo/s400/Phuket+Trip+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLekqkUQvI/AAAAAAAABlA/n_ILCCfX_PA/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400623624653914866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLekqkUQvI/AAAAAAAABlA/n_ILCCfX_PA/s400/Phuket+Trip+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take a look at the boys by the road holding on to polls which had firecrackers dangling from them. Well i won't be surprised if you're imagining what those are for but you'll get it at the very end of this blog post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLekUem7gI/AAAAAAAABk4/6ETNkQyk2NI/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400623618724392450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLekUem7gI/AAAAAAAABk4/6ETNkQyk2NI/s400/Phuket+Trip+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the possesed Mah Song's not only marched down the street, but they were also blessing practitioners who gave praise, in bow, to them. They carried black background flags, with alot of Chinese characters and symbols printed on them, and they put it over the faithfuls' heads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLekFtfR2I/AAAAAAAABkw/Jup1u389qE8/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400623614760273762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLekFtfR2I/AAAAAAAABkw/Jup1u389qE8/s400/Phuket+Trip+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transvestites again. With all due respect, isnt going against your nature (God has given) going against... God? I mean from my religious upbringing, this is what i was taught so again, with all due respect, i find this a bit difficult to comprehend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the explanation from Wikipedia did say that you will need to be "pure" to be able to become a Mah song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was actually staying away from the transvestites, worried that they might have invited the wrong spirits in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLbfa0zJjI/AAAAAAAABko/cqjEf7CpZZY/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400620235993851442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLbfa0zJjI/AAAAAAAABko/cqjEf7CpZZY/s400/Phuket+Trip+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More possesed Mah songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLbfFAhx1I/AAAAAAAABkg/1Tbv29X2Nmo/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400620230137464658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLbfFAhx1I/AAAAAAAABkg/1Tbv29X2Nmo/s400/Phuket+Trip+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLbe7p02fI/AAAAAAAABkY/NRgNL27X1GY/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400620227626326514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLbe7p02fI/AAAAAAAABkY/NRgNL27X1GY/s400/Phuket+Trip+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLberDa1bI/AAAAAAAABkQ/-dlezcDye8M/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400620223170270642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLberDa1bI/AAAAAAAABkQ/-dlezcDye8M/s400/Phuket+Trip+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After most of the Mah Songs marched back from the waters, back to the temples, some statues were ferried across the streets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was quite interesting was: The people who were carrying this particular statue seems to be sponsored by Tesco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLbedJ3guI/AAAAAAAABkI/SDXWRBb892Q/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400620219439219426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLbedJ3guI/AAAAAAAABkI/SDXWRBb892Q/s400/Phuket+Trip+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLaR2GSlYI/AAAAAAAABkA/fg3wFmL1Bhc/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400618903285175682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLaR2GSlYI/AAAAAAAABkA/fg3wFmL1Bhc/s400/Phuket+Trip+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW... i definitely stayed away from these 2 buggers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLaRkFQgRI/AAAAAAAABj4/3kSSlMVJLBg/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400618898449006866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLaRkFQgRI/AAAAAAAABj4/3kSSlMVJLBg/s400/Phuket+Trip+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this is what the poles of firecrackers were for.... BLASTING the gods to kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLaRR13fQI/AAAAAAAABjw/r9AB2QBqLXY/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400618893552614658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLaRR13fQI/AAAAAAAABjw/r9AB2QBqLXY/s400/Phuket+Trip+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy ass shit man... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLaRNGN1eI/AAAAAAAABjo/uTwkadnB0x8/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400618892279010786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLaRNGN1eI/AAAAAAAABjo/uTwkadnB0x8/s400/Phuket+Trip+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLaQ0ncLeI/AAAAAAAABjg/sXMftMtIrQA/s1600-h/Phuket+Trip+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400618885707476450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLaQ0ncLeI/AAAAAAAABjg/sXMftMtIrQA/s400/Phuket+Trip+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/5256106802346502896-5636330717477312680?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5636330717477312680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5636330717477312680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5636330717477312680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5636330717477312680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/11/nine-emperor-gods-festival-mah-song.html' title='Nine Emperor Gods Festival / Mah song'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SvLfGMuedQI/AAAAAAAABlo/6G5J3RJ_3fk/s72-c/Phuket+Trip+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5610709805014773085</id><published>2009-10-30T20:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:42:25.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kapas Island</title><content type='html'>I must say that the October month has been quite a fulfilling month for me so far... alot of work done, achieved some significant milestones in my career and at the same time balanced it out with 2 island trips in Kapas island, which i'll be writing about now, and Phuket island, which i'll blog about in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a short getaway from the hustle &amp;amp; bustle of the city, yet easy to plan and affordable, try Kapas Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're sick of how commercialized Bali &amp;amp; Phuket is... walking along the beach and you have 1 million men &amp;amp; women &amp;amp; confused humans touching you &amp;amp; trying to sell you stuff... try Kapas Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398376394370133138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriupZJLJI/AAAAAAAABjQ/NKdp41XICek/s400/Pulau+Kapas+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a 1 hour flight from KL to Kuala Terrenganu. From there you will need to hire a driver to ferry you down to Marang Jetty and from there, hire a boat man to take you out to the island. It's only about a 30-45mins boat ride so if you get sea sick from this, you're a fucking sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Suriu4uJD5I/AAAAAAAABjY/Do3buDLWWBE/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398376398484737938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Suriu4uJD5I/AAAAAAAABjY/Do3buDLWWBE/s400/Pulau+Kapas+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of resorts on Kapas Island. I've not seen all of them but based on the 3 ive seen - they all have their own unique expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually put up in a resort called "Qimi". Some of the girls complained about the lack of facilities &amp;amp; the dirty toilets but i actually grew fond of the place, not because of the dirty toilets, but how much it resonates with mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no tar roads, hardly any steal, no aircon in the room, most of the challets were built from hand krafts and not manufactured goods. Mother nature. Pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the challet i stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriuHYLH8I/AAAAAAAABjA/00kBzUcZAd4/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398376385239261122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriuHYLH8I/AAAAAAAABjA/00kBzUcZAd4/s400/Pulau+Kapas+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a green island, you'd be expecting insects &amp;amp; mozzies so they fixed nettings to protect you from insect bites when you hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuritwzoAEI/AAAAAAAABi4/PR-7KcZFsPw/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398376379180384322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuritwzoAEI/AAAAAAAABi4/PR-7KcZFsPw/s400/Pulau+Kapas+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The challets had balconies too, where you could just sit &amp;amp; chill &amp;amp; get bitten by mosquitos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398376200192024466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SurijWBeX5I/AAAAAAAABig/Bxra-xaWyr8/s400/Pulau+Kapas+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, one of the reasons (actually the main reason) i came to Kapas Island was because a mate of mine, Seif, was gonna dedicate his dick to 1 pussy... or in more conventional terms - getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surij5HhuMI/AAAAAAAABiw/jpqqvdQdpoE/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398376209612650690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surij5HhuMI/AAAAAAAABiw/jpqqvdQdpoE/s400/Pulau+Kapas+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the groom to be, doin what a groom gotta do - prove to his wife that he the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Suriji_KYzI/AAAAAAAABio/dNM8Aevydg0/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398376203671986994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Suriji_KYzI/AAAAAAAABio/dNM8Aevydg0/s400/Pulau+Kapas+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pretty picture to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SurijFk-bMI/AAAAAAAABiY/SIfZcHz4_JY/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398376195777522882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SurijFk-bMI/AAAAAAAABiY/SIfZcHz4_JY/s400/Pulau+Kapas+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you'd feel waking up from an afternoon nap to such a view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surii4K-6pI/AAAAAAAABiQ/6gItp3r1egQ/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398376192178842258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surii4K-6pI/AAAAAAAABiQ/6gItp3r1egQ/s400/Pulau+Kapas+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playin with sand with Arston's kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriWWDRHCI/AAAAAAAABiI/KOVOqx-fgtg/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375976861244450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriWWDRHCI/AAAAAAAABiI/KOVOqx-fgtg/s400/Pulau+Kapas+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are'nt these Russian kids just adorable? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriWDVu46I/AAAAAAAABiA/9oh1QFqwVkE/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375971838419874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriWDVu46I/AAAAAAAABiA/9oh1QFqwVkE/s400/Pulau+Kapas+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture............ not updating my blog for a mth has taken its toll on me (you loose your cock &amp;amp; bull story to describe every picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriWGiIjQI/AAAAAAAABh4/wZR7OpxhvXU/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375972695739650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriWGiIjQI/AAAAAAAABh4/wZR7OpxhvXU/s400/Pulau+Kapas+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest houses were awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriV6it_rI/AAAAAAAABhw/aJS6d5TVKeE/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375969476968114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriV6it_rI/AAAAAAAABhw/aJS6d5TVKeE/s400/Pulau+Kapas+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriVeJ8OWI/AAAAAAAABho/1M_MF4Pivi8/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375961856850274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriVeJ8OWI/AAAAAAAABho/1M_MF4Pivi8/s400/Pulau+Kapas+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This challet is also comin up and i heard they're gonna put a jacuzzi in it.... sounds very manufactured but, at least they're hidin it inside some giant pebbles they've stolen from the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriHcqQe9I/AAAAAAAABhg/gvVvTxUSodo/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375720937356242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriHcqQe9I/AAAAAAAABhg/gvVvTxUSodo/s400/Pulau+Kapas+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride &amp;amp; groom exchanging their vows in front of mother nature's arch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriHFqFYwI/AAAAAAAABhY/tn-2OAjD9ZA/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375714762613506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriHFqFYwI/AAAAAAAABhY/tn-2OAjD9ZA/s400/Pulau+Kapas+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a tradition that friends pose for a picture with the bride &amp;amp; groom after they exchange vows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriG7o1dnI/AAAAAAAABhQ/BZNJD4zc_zg/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375712073021042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriG7o1dnI/AAAAAAAABhQ/BZNJD4zc_zg/s400/Pulau+Kapas+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pretty pictures.... from Kapas Island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriGU6K2fI/AAAAAAAABhI/2sYzN2lb8xM/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375701676743154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriGU6K2fI/AAAAAAAABhI/2sYzN2lb8xM/s400/Pulau+Kapas+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriGCZZy-I/AAAAAAAABhA/6YaahF-8NJE/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375696707472354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriGCZZy-I/AAAAAAAABhA/6YaahF-8NJE/s400/Pulau+Kapas+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surh1gQpH6I/AAAAAAAABg4/tuAz8vw48kY/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375412666015650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surh1gQpH6I/AAAAAAAABg4/tuAz8vw48kY/s400/Pulau+Kapas+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every meal is covered when you rent a challet. And every meal, they set up tables on the beach, laced with flower petals and such.... so you have your meals to the sight of a seashore &amp;amp; to the breeze of the sea....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surh1R6fxmI/AAAAAAAABgw/1kYK9diSJTE/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375408815031906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surh1R6fxmI/AAAAAAAABgw/1kYK9diSJTE/s400/Pulau+Kapas+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only took a picture of the food 75% through it but they serve a variation of food... from local grilled fish to pasta &amp;amp; sausages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the food is cooked with love from Rose, owner of the resort. I din't have a single thing to complaint about the food.... exotic &amp;amp; mouth watering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surh1JULcxI/AAAAAAAABgo/KUudS5y6FUs/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375406506832658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surh1JULcxI/AAAAAAAABgo/KUudS5y6FUs/s400/Pulau+Kapas+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical night by a camp fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surh033s4uI/AAAAAAAABgg/_P_uv4Penrg/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375401823986402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surh033s4uI/AAAAAAAABgg/_P_uv4Penrg/s400/Pulau+Kapas+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, i absolutely fell in love with Kapas island &amp;amp; will have no hesitation at all to revisit the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surh0t9db9I/AAAAAAAABgY/Y_p7U448SGE/s1600-h/Pulau+Kapas+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398375399163785170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Surh0t9db9I/AAAAAAAABgY/Y_p7U448SGE/s400/Pulau+Kapas+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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&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/5256106802346502896-5610709805014773085?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5610709805014773085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5610709805014773085' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5610709805014773085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5610709805014773085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/10/kapas-island.html' title='Kapas Island'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SuriupZJLJI/AAAAAAAABjQ/NKdp41XICek/s72-c/Pulau+Kapas+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-1990072508936003842</id><published>2009-10-05T01:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:47:46.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur's Day - Guinness' 250th Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before Arthur's Day, which was celebrated in Sunway Lagoon on the 25th Sept, Arthur himself went down to greet all his fans in the local pubs around Bangsar, Sri Hartamas &amp;amp; Taman Tun in Kuala Lumpur. All 3 days of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he didn't ressurect from his dead - that'd be pretty creepy, but popular homegrown blogger Kenny Sia, impersonated Arthur Guinness and gave Guinness drinkers a chance to win mosh pit tickets to Arthur's Day and watch the Black Eyed Peas up close &amp;amp; personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to win those tickets, you need to know your Guinness well. Like what colour is Guinness (hint: it's not black) and where's its origins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Arthur Guinness in Souled out, Sri Hartamas. Accompanied by his 2 of 21 children - and 2 daughters of course. After 250 years, he's missed partying a hellot. Girls too - daughters too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Ssjh3CXUshI/AAAAAAAABf4/W3HRfPUt5Iw/s1600-h/arthur+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388805289792549394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Ssjh3CXUshI/AAAAAAAABf4/W3HRfPUt5Iw/s400/arthur+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy in Sid's pub, South Bangsar couldn't answer the 5th &amp;amp; final question to win a pair of mosh pit tickets - and that exact question was - "what is the colour of Guinness?". The 5 questions need to be answered within 119.5 seconds, the exact time required to pour a perfect pint of Guinness Draught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388805299430210642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Ssjh3mRHvFI/AAAAAAAABgA/gr_nEiLc0p8/s400/arthur+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homegrown blogger &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/a&gt; is so popular, Arthur Guinness visited his Google mark in Bangsar Village. And he posed as Kenny Sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388805523249126098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjiEoDtWtI/AAAAAAAABgI/m1aiZjfUIkQ/s400/arthur+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A week after Arthur Guinness painted the town black, Black Eyed Peas landed in Kuala Lumpur, to perform for their 4th time in a country laden with racial &amp;amp; political controversies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their concert was initially restricted for only non-muslims but the restriction was eventually lifted as a result of public pressure. Inspite of that, heavy guidelines were still imposed on for ex. Black Eyed Peas' dress code. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Consequently, Fergie was so covered it's like watching porn ... and the pornstars' arent undressed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arthur Guinness must've been disappointed but Fergie's touch was even better. After 250 years, especially. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Ssjh2hYnJ9I/AAAAAAAABfw/hChj4zlh4UI/s1600-h/Black+Eyed+peas+Arthurs+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388805280939583442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Ssjh2hYnJ9I/AAAAAAAABfw/hChj4zlh4UI/s400/Black+Eyed+peas+Arthurs+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meet and greet session (press conference) for the media &amp;amp; celebs. For the priviledged to be up close &amp;amp; personal with the Black Eyed Peas in Hilton Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjhVkJ7RNI/AAAAAAAABfo/-TTXbgR1uZs/s1600-h/Black+Eyed+peas+Kuala+Lumpur.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388806985990192866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjjZxMWvuI/AAAAAAAABgQ/kscUs1pQmAs/s400/meet+and+greet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While the media interviewed &amp;amp; took photos of the Black Eyed Peas, Sunway Lagoon was going through its final stages of setup, preparing for the biggest celebration of the decade - Arthur's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I paid a visit to Arthur's Lounge - and experiential room setup for Guinness adorers to pour their own pint of Guinness and experience for themselves, the magic of the 2 part pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjhU-isKOI/AAAAAAAABfg/xZgLiKXcRPU/s1600-h/Arthur%27s+lounge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388804704650930402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjhU-isKOI/AAAAAAAABfg/xZgLiKXcRPU/s400/Arthur%27s+lounge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny Loh, G2 &amp;amp; Edmund Wong, GroupM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage. Guinness black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjhUYvv6JI/AAAAAAAABfY/OZWbdyJWZJg/s1600-h/Sunway+lagoon+Arthurs+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388804694505154706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjhUYvv6JI/AAAAAAAABfY/OZWbdyJWZJg/s400/Sunway+lagoon+Arthurs+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8:00pm - the celebration begun. And ima zoom straight to 10:30pm where the Black Eyed Peas make their appearance. A highlight within that zoomed-through 2:30 hours was MC Hotdog - apparently a popular Taiwanese act - nothing significant to me. And that was pretty much it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Black Eyed Peas came on stage and the crowd pretended that was the first act of the night - they screemed &amp;amp; flashed their phones. They went crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 statues were erected - they looked like inflated structures. Background scene for BEP's performance. Pretty wicked stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjhT_cxnaI/AAAAAAAABfQ/wgYv6Rp16Kc/s1600-h/Arthurs+Day+Statues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388804687714688418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjhT_cxnaI/AAAAAAAABfQ/wgYv6Rp16Kc/s400/Arthurs+Day+Statues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fergie came on - the crowd went nuts again. But Fergie didn't pull through - as best as she could - on Arthur's Day. She couldn't find her voice ocassionally and had to rely on the crowd during high pitches. Her eyes looked exhausted and "influenced" and she hardly took off her sunnies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that was being meticulous. Generally, she rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjhTkerJ_I/AAAAAAAABfI/KD_OM8j5Gnw/s1600-h/Fergie+Arthurs+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388804680474896370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjhTkerJ_I/AAAAAAAABfI/KD_OM8j5Gnw/s400/Fergie+Arthurs+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But Will I Am, completely stole the show. He too had his sunnies on, but he was far more energetic. Apparently, he flew in slightly earlier than the crew and performed in a pub in the Asian Heritage Row and night prior to his concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He fucking stole the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd went wild when he spun to smell like teen spirit, nirvana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjglJBjz4I/AAAAAAAABfA/wN6tP0za15s/s1600-h/Will+I+Am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388803882831040386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjglJBjz4I/AAAAAAAABfA/wN6tP0za15s/s400/Will+I+Am.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The 3 male peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjgkvWHC1I/AAAAAAAABe4/5boQBv1s-lc/s1600-h/Drive+home+safe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388803875937913682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjgkvWHC1I/AAAAAAAABe4/5boQBv1s-lc/s400/Drive+home+safe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Eyed Peas knew how to end their concerts with a bang - they bowed to Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Ssjgjx9ZihI/AAAAAAAABeo/W_MCvaPCPpw/s1600-h/Black+Eyed+Peas+Bows+to+Kuala+Lumpur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388803859459705362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Ssjgjx9ZihI/AAAAAAAABeo/W_MCvaPCPpw/s400/Black+Eyed+Peas+Bows+to+Kuala+Lumpur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sayonara Gozaimas!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And left with amazing fireworks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388803871123008098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjgkdaJamI/AAAAAAAABew/7R0Sw9D2XHQ/s400/Arthurs+Day+Fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was also a very responsible gesture from Guinness, was the Black Eyed Peas's final message - a drive safe line. Guinness also distributed free mineral water at the exit of the concert. Kudos to Guinness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years back, you'd be imagining Guinness as a beer for the uncles, drunk at coffee shops. What do you think of Guinness today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Arthur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjgjUvlnrI/AAAAAAAABeg/ah_91TX8H-g/s1600-h/To+Arthur!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388803851617148594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SsjgjUvlnrI/AAAAAAAABeg/ah_91TX8H-g/s400/To+Arthur!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Iryne Liew, GAB. David Tan, G2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-1990072508936003842?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1990072508936003842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=1990072508936003842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1990072508936003842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1990072508936003842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/10/arthurs-day-guinness-250th-anniversary.html' title='Arthur&apos;s Day - Guinness&apos; 250th Anniversary!'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Ssjh3CXUshI/AAAAAAAABf4/W3HRfPUt5Iw/s72-c/arthur+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5369753976527299665</id><published>2009-09-29T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:30:13.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONMAN, LCCT, KLIA, BEWARE</title><content type='html'>It was a Saturday morning at a quarter to 6. Was checking in for a 7AM flight back to Miri. It's not the first time i've booked such an early flight so pls remind me of my stupidity. It was actually prompted by some savings... bout 200 bucks for 2 people but its so not worth it. so not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be checking in at a 5:45AM, and living in Bandar Utama, you kinda need to leave your place at 4:45AM and get the cab at your place at half pass 4AM. To be safe, so unless it doesnt come, you have the option to call for another cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, i had to clear my work before my 4 day weekend and i didnt finish till half pass 1 in the morning. 3 hr sleep or no sleep? ... i chose no sleep but slept for 1 and a half hours. And that totally fucked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bazaar feeling LCCT and the long queue didnt help either. I was worse than dead. Was fucking cursing at everything that was a lil different from normal to me. Like ugly tattoos &amp;amp; pretty boys with japanese gigolo looking hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was my turn to check in. And pls remind me, i could have checked in using one of the electronic booths coz i had no luggage but i forgot to record my reservation number...wtf what a fucked up mind does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the check in counter, passed the IC to an attendant at the check-in counter. BTW, he was a guy.. thin.. DVD seller looking, japanese gigolo died yellow looking hair - like a porcupine that's just got back from a royal rumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took my IC, punched some alphabets on the keyboard and looks at me and goes "Your credit card payment fail" ... at that mood, i was thinking "failed, not fail, you fucking illeterate". But i was like "what? not possible... i have a reservation number" - just that i didnt bring it - but i dint say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chinese attendant then looks at me with that expression like he's thinking "Dont fuck with me, im the one looking at the screen" and he went, aggitated, "Credit card payment FAIL".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because he flinched, i was like what the fuck, all the way through a dead state, i just wanna fly home... so i went "so can i pay here?".... i was actually telling him i cant coz i never remember a checking counter accepting monetary transactions... its normally at a different counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went yes and i went like "how?".. he went "credit card or cash".. professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very suspicious but surprised at the same time, with the pressure of the queue and the impatience and to be safe, i gave him my credit card. Nevertheless, STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... i was smart enough to monitor and realized that he doesnt have a credit card terminal. I got fucking aggitated at that point. I raised my voice and i was like "DUDE, do you even have a credit card terminal here? So what the hell are you doing?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held to the credit card, punched my credit card number into the keyboard like really fast... and said "Online payment" and gave it back to me and said "payment approved". SHIT... that really got me thinking on board the plane. for 10 minutes la before i KO'ed. In that 10 minutes, what went through my mind was like a mental masturbation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A checking counter doesnt do monetary transactions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You cannot make a transaction online without keying in the 3 numbers at the back of your card. He didn't turn it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My credit card has a verification process at the gateway before you can pay. It will ask you personal questions that im pretty damn confident he cannot answer. no fucking way... questions like your mum's name.. how the hell will he know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I got a reservation number. My credit card was charged (i dint remember this at that point of time). So how the fucking way my "credit card payment fail"... FAILED you idiot - pass tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up, everything came into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a CONMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted some cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw that i was in bad shape... no sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I payed for the tickets a couple of mths back so i could've forgotten bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to see if i was stupid enough to pay cash. For if i did... i could have lost that money. Although i can lodge a complaint, it will just fuck me up again... you know, customer service shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i wasn't looking, he could have take down all my credit card details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he had to do was to say that my credit card payment failed. EASY... fucking easy. He tried me, that mother fucker, i didnt have full brain capacity but im still too smart for you, prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEWARE FOLKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-5369753976527299665?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5369753976527299665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5369753976527299665' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5369753976527299665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5369753976527299665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/09/conman-lcct-klia-beware.html' title='CONMAN, LCCT, KLIA, BEWARE'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-7396039944120046578</id><published>2009-09-22T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:50:18.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur Guinness in Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>I spent the whole of Friday &amp;amp; Saturday nights out in almost a dozen pubs, ferrying &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;Kenny&lt;/a&gt; around - as Arthur Guinness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conjuction with Arthur's Day, which is happening this Friday at Sunway Lagoon - &lt;em&gt;those of you fans of the Black Eyed Peas, do go get your tix now&lt;/em&gt; - Guinness has decided to warm it up by reviving Arthur Guinness, who painted the town red on Thu, Fri &amp;amp; Sat nites, greeting all Guinness &amp;amp; BEP fans and reminding them of his big 250th anniversary this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who knew their Guinness well, they also stood a chance to win mosh pit tickets to the Black Eyed Peas, how exciting! Coincidentally, Arthur also bumped into Pierre, a friend i've met through &lt;a href="http://www.timothytiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Timothy&lt;/a&gt; - and he too got a pair of mosh pits... he knew all his Guinness by just reading Kenny's blog... and after winning a pair in front of his 3 boys, he steadily went "sorry, the other pair's for my girl"... well, i guess they were drinking on his tab so they got nothing to say lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ima be posting some backstage pictures ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kenny, after being dressed up as Arthur Guinness. Maybe he shouldn't be holding his head so high. I mean i like the arrogance but the black sideburns are revealing! HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb-lVgGe6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/eQTZiXYFsOk/s1600-h/arthur+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383770321948408738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb-lVgGe6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/eQTZiXYFsOk/s400/arthur+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly backstage anymore but this is Arthur interacting with the crowd at Sid's pub in South Bangsar. To be honest, i've never quite been to this pub before but they serve pretty decent sausages and they pour really good Guinness! so i'll definitely be coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny actually started off with a running nose and a cold brain - the weather was wet - he was supposed to greet Guinness drinkers but the first table he chose had nobody drinking Guinness but he was able to quickly turn it around - "OH, non of you are Guinness drinkers here... HOW CAN?" .......... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb-k56EvxI/AAAAAAAABeI/Dxx-yQaSbwk/s1600-h/arthur+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383770314541154066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb-k56EvxI/AAAAAAAABeI/Dxx-yQaSbwk/s400/arthur+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bunch of Chinese boys were givin it to Arthur quite alot but they really enjoyed his company. And they were all drinking Guinness - so well deserved. Something quite significant they did was when they toasted to Arthur, they did it Chinese style - "Tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Arthur!" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb-kSSlrvI/AAAAAAAABeA/Fag5X5FUSQQ/s1600-h/arthur+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383770303906557682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb-kSSlrvI/AAAAAAAABeA/Fag5X5FUSQQ/s400/arthur+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ppl knew Kenny so when they spotted him, they went "HI KENNY!"... but Kenny in the line of duty professionally answered them... "WHO's KENNY?!"... "Im Arthur!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb-kAPQS-I/AAAAAAAABd4/Qq-DxhTjSOU/s1600-h/arthur+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383770299060734946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb-kAPQS-I/AAAAAAAABd4/Qq-DxhTjSOU/s400/arthur+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys got lucky and won a pair of mosh pit tickets to the Black Eyed Peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb9Pgrj5sI/AAAAAAAABdw/hOEW0ki0zC4/s1600-h/arthur+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768847480514242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb9Pgrj5sI/AAAAAAAABdw/hOEW0ki0zC4/s400/arthur+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And in any Guinness event, you'd be expecting some hot promoter girls ;) - Eejin &amp;amp; Chantelle. Apparently Chantelle is also a Miss Malaysia pageant. They both walked Arthur around and his 2 daughters ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb9PPq8-LI/AAAAAAAABdo/omJjJQvpwu8/s1600-h/arthur+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768842914560178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb9PPq8-LI/AAAAAAAABdo/omJjJQvpwu8/s400/arthur+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy gave a go at the most pit tickets too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768822253150930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb9OCs44tI/AAAAAAAABdY/I-0uUhvWQ_o/s400/arthur+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he couldn't answer the final question - What is the real colour of Guinness? It's not black. Anyone wanna try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768818659929730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb9N1UMroI/AAAAAAAABdQ/ZZHrUwOf6UI/s400/arthur+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This gentlemen in red, is Arthur. And Arthur is his real name. Coincidentally, it was his birthday too. To Arthur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb9OnxFRlI/AAAAAAAABdg/XFQmveoIOlo/s1600-h/arthur+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb9OnxFRlI/AAAAAAAABdg/XFQmveoIOlo/s1600-h/arthur+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383768832202851922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb9OnxFRlI/AAAAAAAABdg/XFQmveoIOlo/s400/arthur+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ivy, from Guinness, posing with Tien, Arthur and his 2 daughters. Arthur, "Wow, it sure feels good to be able to hold my daughter again..after 250 years" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb8cgBi4hI/AAAAAAAABdI/mItsCoKUi0A/s1600-h/arthur+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383767971130958354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb8cgBi4hI/AAAAAAAABdI/mItsCoKUi0A/s400/arthur+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backstage. Arthur Twittering on his iPhone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb8cIZYLVI/AAAAAAAABdA/8A1-YNZQHJY/s1600-h/arthur+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383767964788469074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb8cIZYLVI/AAAAAAAABdA/8A1-YNZQHJY/s400/arthur+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstage again.. visiting Kenny Sia's Google map pin in Bangsar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383767946777490530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb8bFTOdGI/AAAAAAAABcw/X7P2DDcj5D4/s400/arthur+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383767939502269394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb8aqMrY9I/AAAAAAAABco/WitbrdKpsfg/s400/arthur+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383767951126520674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb8bVgHY2I/AAAAAAAABc4/6SCzr87qUg8/s400/arthur+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/5256106802346502896-7396039944120046578?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7396039944120046578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=7396039944120046578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7396039944120046578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7396039944120046578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/09/arthur-guinness-in-kuala-lumpur.html' title='Arthur Guinness in Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Srb-lVgGe6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/eQTZiXYFsOk/s72-c/arthur+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5931866589000610865</id><published>2009-09-19T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:58:11.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fox vs Angie vs Arthur</title><content type='html'>A quick poll to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's your sexy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The robot loving Fox? - who has often been compared to actress Angelina Jolie, with the media dubbing her as "next Angelina Jolie". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fox has been compared to Jolie because they each have a "tattoo collection", and status as a "built in sex-symbol".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS0NfAjNTI/AAAAAAAABcY/xtRaR6RH6W0/s1600-h/megan-fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383125598369690930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS0NfAjNTI/AAAAAAAABcY/xtRaR6RH6W0/s400/megan-fox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or the now thick lipped &amp;amp; charitable Angelina Jolie - who has adopted kids from 3rd world countries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS0BrJbdnI/AAAAAAAABcI/MXDyurw3Wd8/s1600-h/angie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383125395469727346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS0BrJbdnI/AAAAAAAABcI/MXDyurw3Wd8/s400/angie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a similiar poll on Facebook, yielding outrageous comments! LOL. Somebody even described Megan to be a "Plastic Blonde What the Fuck". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasty enough "Plastic Blonde" ... she calls Fox, Plastic Blonde What the Fuck. LOL... not that im denying it though. HAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383127208538357218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS1rNWrPeI/AAAAAAAABcg/no79MiDG5f0/s400/angie+vs+fox.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, fuck the mainstream celebs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something more sexy in town today. Someone iconic, someone in town to celebrate his 250th Birthday - Arthur Guinness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Guinness was the founder of the Guinness brewery business, an entrepreneur, visionary and philanthropist. Guinness laid the foundations for Guinness Brewery. At 27, in 1752, Guinness's godfather Arthur Price, Archbishop of Cashel, bequeathed him £100 in his will. Guinness put the money to good use and in 1755 had a brewery at Leixlip, just 17 km from Dublin. In 1759, Guinness went to the city and set up his own business. He got a 9,000 year lease on the four-acre brewery at St. James's Gate from Mark Rainsford for an annual rent of £45 - wikipedia.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this fucker got Chinese blood. How did he manage to negotiate for a 9,000 year lease at an annual fee of 45 pounds.... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383125367380888114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS0ACghyjI/AAAAAAAABbo/GEi4O47sQVM/s400/Arthur+Guinness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After being quiet for 250 years, Arthur Guinness has decided to come to the town again and party! warming up for his 250th birthday celebration at Sunway Lagoon, where the Black Eyed Peas will be performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 250 years, Arthur has lost some height.. gained weight from drinking Guinness and to look young again, coloured his hair black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383125378998840546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS0AtydrOI/AAAAAAAABbw/q4DnFERgzrg/s400/arthurs+G+kenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also caught on with technology... and he Twitters through his iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS0BemK99I/AAAAAAAABcA/vcL2WamC62o/s1600-h/arthur+guinness+kenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383125392100620242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS0BemK99I/AAAAAAAABcA/vcL2WamC62o/s400/arthur+guinness+kenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Looks like he gets attracted to the Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS0A8fCOTI/AAAAAAAABb4/ZY150UhPc94/s1600-h/arthur+g+kenny+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383125382943881522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS0A8fCOTI/AAAAAAAABb4/ZY150UhPc94/s400/arthur+g+kenny+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;Arthur Guinness&lt;/a&gt; at Sid's Pub and Social in Bangsar, and Souled Out &amp;amp; Backyard Pub @ Sri Hartamas... tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling... that tonite's gonna be a good nite... that tonite's gonna be a good good nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5256106802346502896-5931866589000610865?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5931866589000610865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5931866589000610865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5931866589000610865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5931866589000610865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/09/fox-vs-angie-vs-arthur.html' title='Fox vs Angie vs Arthur'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SrS0NfAjNTI/AAAAAAAABcY/xtRaR6RH6W0/s72-c/megan-fox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-7031199634953086741</id><published>2009-09-13T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:46:07.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger's Tmusic concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Chinese illiterate, you tend to find Chinese songs generally emo because they generally sing very emotional songs that are related to love triangles, break-ups, long distance relationships, heartaches and stuff like that. And to make it more emo, the guys especially, tend to shuffle between their masculine &amp;amp; feminine voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was in a cab and the cab driver was this Chinese guy who was singing to a very emo Cantonese break-up song he was blasting in his cab. If the solo didn't come on to take over the vocals, I wouldn't have been here to write this blog. Point is, they are so emo they can cause road accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my personal stand on Chinese music and you can chose to have your own views but i've kept my distance from Chinese music. The only time i hear em is when im at the karaoke with my colleagues and when im in Taiwanese or Hongki restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i made a leap of faith yesterday by attending the first Chinese concert in my life... i get more than aggitated listening to 1 Chinese track but yesterday, i attended 5 hours of such music. Well, because Tiger organizes really cool events so i thought id be there to check out the atmosphere and get a taste of an Asian concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there at about half pass 8 and the corner of the stadium that was catering for the concert was packed. PACKED &amp;amp; sweaty ... and loud.... especially with alot of young girls screaming to their idols &amp;amp; singing along with glass breaking high pitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad feeling about this but nevertheless, we made our way into the RM168 corner to our assigned seats.. which isnt VVIP but a pretty premium location relatively. We never quite got there and retreated. The young girls proved too vocally dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got up 2 levels and chose to settle here... where we could smoke, have our own space, have the breeze blowin in from the open space behind and move around however we like. Well, the area didnt look too pleasant but we thought much better than be sardined within a sea of young girls and get no ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380934097880278946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzrDXfw56I/AAAAAAAABbA/ejY2JkXMUMw/s320/Ole+Ole+Bali+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The view was pretty aite from up here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932443463253138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzpjEUAfJI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JtNau4gm-Oo/s320/t+music+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert took off with alot of soft shell boys singing to very high pitch songs. One of em looked like peter pan with the hat, brown hair and big round eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932426177374018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzpiD6u50I/AAAAAAAABZo/QujdKscvCP4/s320/t+music+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a Thai who sang a Thai, English &amp;amp; Mandarin track. Nothing special about his performance the the girls adored his looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932448522959346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzpjXKVefI/AAAAAAAABaA/PD0qEl6jBEA/s320/t+music+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger beer also set up a mammoth tent right beside the stage. Dont quite know what it was hosting.. assumed that they had Tiger beer on sale.. but too big a risk to take as it would have meant a 1 KM walk from where we were stationed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932435496510722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzpimolpQI/AAAAAAAABZw/TWEf0vSr5Xs/s320/t+music+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more emo tracks came on... this lady even had a Asian Sesame Street band dancing at the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380934121006074450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzrEtpYilI/AAAAAAAABbY/79lmNK89HXc/s320/Ole+Ole+Bali+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation didnt quite improve until Power Station came on... or better known as Tong Li Huo Che.... For once, somebody took the stage with guitars, drums a keyboard and proper sound system. Despite some initial technical problems, they stormed the stage making music and brought life to the whole environment. Previously, it was all noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932455361816290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sqzpjwo2JuI/AAAAAAAABaI/u1K2jRrHrV0/s320/t+music+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380933383519126322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzqZySywzI/AAAAAAAABaQ/saUKsVo_nvo/s320/t+music+6+power+station+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also got short hair now and they look clean.. unlike who we knew them for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380933390491684354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzqaMRLjgI/AAAAAAAABaY/CrkRU0_i-xw/s320/t+music+7+power+station.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 to 7 tracks, Power Station backed out from the stage to make way for other performers. Not only did they leave with all their equipments, they left with the power as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blackout at Tmusic. The cabels that were lying on the stadium tracks went in flames and probably caught the attention of all concert attendees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380933411749390514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzqbbdaaLI/AAAAAAAABaw/LpsAaMwoJno/s320/t+music+blackout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got restless, including this lady who took her paper to somewhere with lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380934102592840594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzrDpDU45I/AAAAAAAABbI/ZV2rjY9OfUQ/s320/Ole+Ole+Bali+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground staff working hard to clear off the hazard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380933397468122530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzqamQfjaI/AAAAAAAABag/1ig3JPrTj9Q/s320/t+music+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation was tensed, people were deciding whether they should stay on or not, but i think 99% did as their idols were still backstage - mainly David Tao &amp;amp; Justin Lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organizers also did their bit to keep the crowd entertained while they ferry in alternative power. It was quite lame but they brought out David Tao so he could sing the chorus of his popular "Ai hen jien dan" on the loud hailer. I didnt look very promising but they kept it goin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380933402425646658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sqzqa4udXkI/AAAAAAAABao/ZQx_ZqDg898/s320/t+music+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And signs of a revival came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380934089774568770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzrC5TNlUI/AAAAAAAABa4/-r9SSG1s-Y8/s320/t+music+blackout+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more lights came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzrEG2PCxI/AAAAAAAABbQ/NTyjIeSVthM/s1600-h/Ole+Ole+Bali+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380934110590995218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzrEG2PCxI/AAAAAAAABbQ/NTyjIeSVthM/s320/Ole+Ole+Bali+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it was soon back to normal in time for Justin Lo &amp;amp; David Tao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380937673188522354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzuTejrOXI/AAAAAAAABbg/zXRoNqPBoRc/s320/t+music+david+tao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well all in all, i did enjoy 3 - 4 tracks from Power Station, David Tao &amp;amp; Justin Lo... and even if i didnt quite enjoy the rest, i thought the blackout was quite and experience! ahha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thanks to Tiger beer for this concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5256106802346502896-7031199634953086741?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7031199634953086741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=7031199634953086741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7031199634953086741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7031199634953086741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/09/tigers-tmusic-concert.html' title='Tiger&apos;s Tmusic concert'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqzrDXfw56I/AAAAAAAABbA/ejY2JkXMUMw/s72-c/Ole+Ole+Bali+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-527055716296018036</id><published>2009-09-09T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:51:37.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo momma so wet</title><content type='html'>Have you guys watched this gay bitch Bruno in the movies? He's also behind Ali G &amp;amp; Borat and he's one HILLARIOUS son of a bitch. Everytime i think i about him, i LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqaVP3cel_I/AAAAAAAABZg/P5X6pSySwVM/s1600-h/bruno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379150904754608114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqaVP3cel_I/AAAAAAAABZg/P5X6pSySwVM/s320/bruno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this classic piece of metal i saw at The Curve, will make yo momma so wet the car will drift away on a stream of juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqaVPSxScAI/AAAAAAAABZY/tRM9hWCNeu0/s1600-h/car+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379150894909779970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqaVPSxScAI/AAAAAAAABZY/tRM9hWCNeu0/s320/car+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqaVO-w5EAI/AAAAAAAABZQ/dwJ17Vq2APY/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379150889539407874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqaVO-w5EAI/AAAAAAAABZQ/dwJ17Vq2APY/s320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5256106802346502896-527055716296018036?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/527055716296018036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=527055716296018036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/527055716296018036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/527055716296018036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-momma-so-wet.html' title='Yo momma so wet'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqaVP3cel_I/AAAAAAAABZg/P5X6pSySwVM/s72-c/bruno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-1679383187540386118</id><published>2009-09-07T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:59:40.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who's on the large, put on the radars of Interpol, most wanted man in Malaysia has hit back at the Malaysian media with now, webisodes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If his hands were not tied, he wud've prolly been the Obama of Malaysia, the man of "Change", the man who's embraced what the dinosaurs call "New media", what the new generation calls "My life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If words isnt enough for him to speak his mind, he's now just shot the new generation format of TV episodes called, Webisodes. Short clips in nature to cater for this new generation of selective hearing &amp;amp; short attention spanned people and fucking teases you to wanna hack into his computer to watch the subsequent webisode. With that said, broadcasted only on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQrZnhE-nd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQrZnhE-nd4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RPK went on the lam in April when he failed to turn up for his sedition trial. There is also a second warrant of arrest issued against him for failing to turn up for his criminal defamation trial. Despite being a fugitive, RPK continues to speak his mind and remains a thorn in the side of the administration of Najib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a less political side of things, this is like discovering tressure in KL!!! The traditional Sarawakian "dried noodles" with swine meat, minced swine meat &amp;amp; swine oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378723321041921986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqUQXN_QJ8I/AAAAAAAABZI/UzrxHRIB8ro/s320/swak+noodles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-1679383187540386118?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1679383187540386118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=1679383187540386118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1679383187540386118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1679383187540386118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/09/whos-man.html' title='Who&apos;s the man?'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqUQXN_QJ8I/AAAAAAAABZI/UzrxHRIB8ro/s72-c/swak+noodles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-2829102557724819249</id><published>2009-09-05T17:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:52:44.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Bo'Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older generation of Guinness drinkers in Malaysia congregated at the Mines Resort for a Gala dinner and a communial toast to Arthur Guinness, in conjunction with his 250th birthday. Arthur's the man! ppl still celebrate his birthday more than a decade after his demise - and he's just a brewer. I dont remember ppl celebrating (in such a global scale) birthdays of past prime ministers who have built countries or saints who have brought life to thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since it's the older generation of drinkers, the dinner didnt have rock bands performing, neither street performances nor international celebrities. It did have a drum performance, an umbrella performance and an opera singer. Of course a pretty Chinese host and plenty of sexy Guinness promoter girls. The uncles loved it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377912045907043794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqIugymVZdI/AAAAAAAABYg/_iI7ktxtcjk/s320/to+arthur.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were ever so willing to get their temperatures checked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377913948993109794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqIwPkJaPyI/AAAAAAAABZA/pjTpBQ3VmaM/s320/temperature+check.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a week of Guinness, i had the chance to fly back to my hometown, Miri over the Merdeka weekends to chill a bit. Get rid of some stress, and detox from Guinness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the airport when i landed, i saw a native carrying a backpack, with his name written on it. It was attracting some attention, especially amongst the Chinese youngsters so i got close to check it out. LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqIugqGmyjI/AAAAAAAABYY/-3octAMAo70/s1600-h/bosex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377912043626482226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqIugqGmyjI/AAAAAAAABYY/-3octAMAo70/s320/bosex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Bo'Sex in Hokkien means "I dont get sex".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he better watch out because Bonia might just take the opportunity to sue him since McDonald's is sueing McCurry. Bonia, "If McDonald's can sue McCurry over the infringement of 'Mc', why can't i sue Bosex over the infringement of 'Bo'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377912057378699714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqIuhdVY-cI/AAAAAAAABYo/Rs-I3X0I5-w/s320/mccurry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Miri has a popular dish for tea time. Comprises of fried bean curd, squid, cucumber, pine-apple &amp;amp; water chestnut. You eat it with a peanuty sweet sauce - Rojak. My friend from KL tried it, he didn't like it. But it's a helluva dish for the Mirians. Im ok wit it, but dont like it as much as i did in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377912479495114242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqIu6B1yTgI/AAAAAAAABY4/imx1W4Jfpvc/s320/rojak.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And you do not leave Miri without GOOD seafood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377912473755317570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqIu5sdT9UI/AAAAAAAABYw/7xOg9bNIxEs/s320/lobster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-2829102557724819249?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/2829102557724819249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=2829102557724819249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2829102557724819249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2829102557724819249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/09/bosex.html' title='&apos;Bo&apos;Sex'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SqIugymVZdI/AAAAAAAABYg/_iI7ktxtcjk/s72-c/to+arthur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-4437733865340998995</id><published>2009-09-03T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:05:02.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nabi Isa = Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isa (عيسى) merupakan seorang nabi yang penting dalam agama &lt;a title="Islam" href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islam"&gt;Islam&lt;/a&gt;. Dalam &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Kitab Suci" href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitab_Suci"&gt;Kitab Suci&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Al Qur'an" href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al_Qur%27an"&gt;Al Qur'an&lt;/a&gt;, ia digelar Isa ibni Maryam atau Isa al-Masih. Kata ini diperkirakan berasal dari &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Bahasa Aram" href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahasa_Aram"&gt;bahasa Aram&lt;/a&gt;, Eesho atau Eesaa. &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Jesus Christ" href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus_Christ"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/a&gt; adalah nama yang umumnya diguna pakai oleh pengganut &lt;a title="Kristian" href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kristian"&gt;Kristian&lt;/a&gt; untuk menyebutnya, sedangkan orang &lt;a title="Arab Kristian" href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arab_Kristian"&gt;Arab Kristian&lt;/a&gt; menyebutnya dengan Yasu' al-Masih (يسوع المسيح).&lt;/p&gt;Source: Wikipedia.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranlated to English: Isa (Jesus Christ) is a very important prophet to the Islam faith. In the Quran, Isa is referred to as Isa ibni Maryam or Isa al-Masih (Aram language). Jesus Christ is the official name of Nabi Isa in the Christian context. The Arab Christians refer to Jesus Christ as Yasu' al-Masih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point here is, Nabi Isa = Jesus Christ. I've never read the Quran but i have friends who practise Islam and they tell me that Nabi Isa is a very important prophet, as stated in the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peace be with all the Christians &amp;amp; Muslims, there is NO NEED to wage 'Holy wars' or incite hatred between the 2 religions. We believe in the same GOD, Allah and we believe in the same prophet, Nabi Isa / Jesus Christ. We have so much in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil has been ripping the 2 religions appart and if you are true to your religion, you should believe in harmony more than any other causes. I bring this up because of this disturbing article on CNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the court filing, Rifqa Bary stated her father said, "If you have this Jesus in your heart, you are dead to me!" The teenager claims her father added, "I will kill you!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Muslim teen fears for life after changing religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(CNN) -- A Muslim teenager from Ohio says her father threatened to kill her because she converted to Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rifqa Bary claims her father wants her dead after she converted to Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rifqa Bary, 17, ran away from her family in Columbus, Ohio, in July and took refuge in the central Florida home of the Rev. Blake Lorenz with the Global Revolution Church in Orlando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teen heard of the pastor and his church through a prayer group on Facebook. The girl's parents reported her missing to Columbus police, who found her two weeks later in Florida through cell phone records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager, in a sworn affidavit, claims her father, Mohamed Bary, 47, was pressured by the mosque the family attends in Ohio to "deal with the situation." In the court filing, Rifqa Bary stated her father said, "If you have this Jesus in your heart, you are dead to me!" The teenager claims her father added, "I will kill you!"&lt;br /&gt;Mohamed Bary told CNN a lot of false information has been given and "we wouldn't do her harm." He knew his daughter was involved with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="cnnInlineTopic" href="http://topics.edition.cnn.com/topics/christianity" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; organizations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have no problem with her practicing any faith," he said, but Bary admitted he would have preferred his daughter to practice the Muslim faith first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Mohamed Bary said he did not expect his daughter to run away, Rifqa Bary was placed in foster care by an Orlando judge in August while the Florida Department of Children and Family investigated the threat allegations against the parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-4437733865340998995?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/4437733865340998995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=4437733865340998995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/4437733865340998995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/4437733865340998995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/09/nabi-isa-jesus-christ.html' title='Nabi Isa = Jesus Christ'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-2560825021821267413</id><published>2009-08-29T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:59:45.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Kartika Free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpgM--rsNUI/AAAAAAAABYQ/DTh4Urrf7OI/s1600-h/kartika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375060431384360258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpgM--rsNUI/AAAAAAAABYQ/DTh4Urrf7OI/s320/kartika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia has long tried to cultivate the image of being a moderate Muslim state that can serve as a model for others. Particularly in the wake of the attacks on the United States in September 2001, successive prime ministers have worked hard to ensure that Malaysia would remain on the list of moderate Muslim states that could serve as the bridge between the Western and Muslim worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, that image stands to take a significant pounding, thanks to a relatively isolated incident that has managed to grab headlines worldwide: A Malay-Muslim woman by the name of Kartika Sari Dewi Shukarno is set to be caned for the offence of drinking alcohol in public. Kartika's case has bedevilled lawmakers of Malaysia for the simple reason that nobody seems to know what to do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kartika was found guilty of drinking beer in Pahang. The religious authorities in the state found her guilty of committing a syariah offence, and she was fined and sentenced to six strokes of the cane. Kartika herself pleaded guilty to the charges. But what baffles many observers is that the former model said she was prepared to be caned, and what is more, to be caned in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former Prime Minister Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad has asked if Malaysia would celebrate its independence day (on Aug 31) with the caning of a Muslim woman. Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Razak has himself asked Kartika to appeal against her sentence. Needless to say, the case has brought Malaysia to the world's attention for all the wrong reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem that this case poses for Malaysia is complex. For a start, Kartika's case was handled by the Syariah Court of Pahang, raising the question of whether the federal government can intervene to save her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the confusion is the problematic and complicated relationship between religion and politics in the country. The borderline between Islam and politics has grown increasingly blurred after three decades of state-driven Islamisation. The enfeebled ruling Umno is now trying its best to defend its own Islamic credentials in the face of the opposition PAS. At the same time, Umno would not like to gain the same reputation as the Taliban of Afghanistan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAS in turn is likewise split in its conscience, between moderates who wish to push the democratisation agenda and conservatives who want more Islamisation. Already in Selangor, where PAS came into power as part of the opposition Pakatan Rakyat coalition, moral policing has been introduced by the conservative PAS leader Datuk Hasan Ali, who has called for religious functionaries to arrest Muslims who go against Islamic law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAS conservatives may feel that their electoral gains have given them the green light to further Islamise the country. They have thus called for a ban on the sale of alcohol and music concerts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the wider context of international politics, Malaysia is looking more and more like a parochial state where books are banned and people are whipped for doing things that would be regarded as perfectly normal elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia's conservative Islamists, their religious convictions notwithstanding, do not seem to understand why the international community is upset with the idea of a woman being caned for drinking a pint. Perak Mufti Harussani Zakaria, for instance, has wondered why a fuss should be made over a woman receiving six lashes when, in his opinion, she should be receiving 80 lashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this sense of disconnect that adds a surreal air to the goings-on in Malaysia today. The government is concerned that failure to enact Islamic law will compromise its standing in the eyes of conservative Muslims in the country. But to have Kartika caned would jeopardise the country's image internationally. Like it or not, Malaysia still depends on trade with the developed Western world, not Afghanistan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, then, is the dilemma that Malaysia faces at the moment, and there seems little consensus on how to proceed. Kartika's caning has been postponed for now. One thing, however, is certain: The costs of caning Kartika are simply too high. Should Malaysia cane her, it would have jumped one rung up the Islamisation ladder. After that, there may be no turning back. — Straits Times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-2560825021821267413?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/2560825021821267413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=2560825021821267413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2560825021821267413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2560825021821267413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/08/set-kartika-free.html' title='Set Kartika Free!'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpgM--rsNUI/AAAAAAAABYQ/DTh4Urrf7OI/s72-c/kartika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5911140574722185300</id><published>2009-08-26T21:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:03:21.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV &amp; Lurve</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Guinness, i got passes to the MTV World Stage at Sunway Lagoon. And just to clarify, this was like more than a week ago ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was it my first time at a World Stage event, it was also my first time in Sunway Lagoon haha. You know, i aint a big fan of watching nipples poking out of mini bikinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like every other popular event, you get sucked into an ugly queue and everytime that happens, its like the biggest test of patience in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-pohJbqI/AAAAAAAABYA/soNEoikSFk4/s1600-h/IMG00262-20090815-2106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374270615308562082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-pohJbqI/AAAAAAAABYA/soNEoikSFk4/s320/IMG00262-20090815-2106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line-up was pretty alright - that's why i bothered. But i only made it for Hoobastank's The Reason and the the entire performance by The All American Rejects. That was the initial plan anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-pEIAU8I/AAAAAAAABX4/3EORgHPvuU8/s1600-h/IMG00263-20090815-2112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374270605539431362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-pEIAU8I/AAAAAAAABX4/3EORgHPvuU8/s320/IMG00263-20090815-2112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, title sponsor was taken up by X - Got X, Got all the English concerts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot say "Got X, Got it All", unless you take the BPL package back from Maxis. Then i think u got it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-hckb0dI/AAAAAAAABXw/SgIIAlZDmdU/s1600-h/IMG00265-20090815-2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374270474662171090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-hckb0dI/AAAAAAAABXw/SgIIAlZDmdU/s320/IMG00265-20090815-2123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Concert had an amazing backdrop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-hJ_mlwI/AAAAAAAABXo/yXWzV3Fc4yA/s1600-h/IMG00267-20090815-2133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374270469675849474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-hJ_mlwI/AAAAAAAABXo/yXWzV3Fc4yA/s320/IMG00267-20090815-2133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And good lighting, but horrible sound system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-gkKQXCI/AAAAAAAABXg/Dql5ENKFe2I/s1600-h/IMG00272-20090815-2150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374270459519982626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-gkKQXCI/AAAAAAAABXg/Dql5ENKFe2I/s320/IMG00272-20090815-2150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still enjoyed The All American Rejects. Brilliant stage performance, fantastic showmanship. Normally bands do not pull it off as well on stage, as compared to their recordings. For these guys, they fucking pulled it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374270455027541602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-gTbLJmI/AAAAAAAABXY/Roicvk2oOMg/s320/IMG00274-20090815-2151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-fxopZ4I/AAAAAAAABXQ/fmCF_0iFwT0/s1600-h/IMG00275-20090815-2202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374270445957244802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-fxopZ4I/AAAAAAAABXQ/fmCF_0iFwT0/s320/IMG00275-20090815-2202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at an 8TV Quickie shooting last night where the finalists of the 'Lurve Affair' contest were brought on air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Alex, the rubik cube boy, Cindy, the Cotyledone girl, and behind her, Intan - the Twilight supermummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the waiting area before being ferried to the Quickie studio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU9xJ-mAsI/AAAAAAAABWg/bNqvcBL1LpM/s1600-h/IMG00313-20090825-2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269645037896386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU9xJ-mAsI/AAAAAAAABWg/bNqvcBL1LpM/s320/IMG00313-20090825-2248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rubik boy - he got talent. You can mess up his rubik cube and mess it up as much as you want. He can get it back in 16 seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU9wbUMr_I/AAAAAAAABWY/Sy_95SQZem0/s1600-h/IMG00314-20090825-2258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269632512045042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU9wbUMr_I/AAAAAAAABWY/Sy_95SQZem0/s320/IMG00314-20090825-2258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting comfortable with the hosts pre-shooting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU9v5cHi1I/AAAAAAAABWQ/NPPJoFx6MQc/s1600-h/IMG00315-20090825-2314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269623418456914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU9v5cHi1I/AAAAAAAABWQ/NPPJoFx6MQc/s320/IMG00315-20090825-2314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU9vEW7aQI/AAAAAAAABWI/nXtv1WLL5UE/s1600-h/IMG00316-20090825-2317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269609169611010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU9vEW7aQI/AAAAAAAABWI/nXtv1WLL5UE/s320/IMG00316-20090825-2317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cindy came out as the winner - winning herself a Macbook Pro. 1st &amp;amp; 2nd runner ups got themselves an iPod Touch each. Congrats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU9urOlq4I/AAAAAAAABWA/4hATsdfIn44/s1600-h/IMG00319-20090825-2347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269602423745410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU9urOlq4I/AAAAAAAABWA/4hATsdfIn44/s320/IMG00319-20090825-2347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/5256106802346502896-5911140574722185300?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5911140574722185300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5911140574722185300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5911140574722185300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5911140574722185300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/08/mtv-arthur-lurve.html' title='MTV &amp; Lurve'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SpU-pohJbqI/AAAAAAAABYA/soNEoikSFk4/s72-c/IMG00262-20090815-2106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5025371574252415954</id><published>2009-08-21T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:18:57.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The state i live in now, Selangor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a year ago in March 2008, the Barisan Nasional coalition - who has ruled the federal administration for more than 50 years - lost Selangor, the richest state in the country, to the hands of the opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when things started to get interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transition of power was not literally just a transition of power. The transition of power also meant that the former opposition now gets access to all pass records - monetary transactions or not - everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This became a big leverage for the opposition to topple the federal government, which has strongly been linked to corruption, cronysm, conspiracies, scandals and more scandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to leak -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the misuse of state funds by former MB on family trips to Disneyland in Tokyo and such... supposedly worth millions of ringgit. &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/gMZUS"&gt;http://bit.ly/gMZUS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372444984309919586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/So7CP7EfL2I/AAAAAAAABVY/N9BsuShZxYU/s320/khir_toyo_disneyland.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Selangor Menteri Besar's office:&lt;br /&gt;revealed that the Barisan Nasional state government made unauthorized investments for properties in Mecca, Saudi Arabia worth RM17.5 million in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azmin Ali:&lt;br /&gt;The Director of PNSB only authorized the buying of 5 units of apartments but instead 12 units were bought and they were registered under a personal name. Seven of the units were then sold back to an identified person and there was no official receipt to legitimize the transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that already sounds bad to you, let me tell you that that was only the teaser campaign. The culmination of the series of 'leaks' was the revealing of Istana Khir Toyo, as termed by opposition supremo Lim Kit Siang, worth tens of millions of Ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of the eyes of all Selangor citizens. And all the Selangor citizens just closes an eye and live through the days of hell, working their socks off and putting porridge &amp;amp; salted fish on the table. Do you never wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in Australia for a few years in Uni, and i saw hardworking blue collars in Australia drive expensive big bikes and eat whole pigs each in Chinese restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever wonder why your hard work pays you so little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am derailing. Back to Istana Khir Toyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of some aerial photographs that were posted online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/So7CRdbUWwI/AAAAAAAABVw/dO5kSbwm2k8/s1600-h/istana+khir+toyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372445010712353538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/So7CRdbUWwI/AAAAAAAABVw/dO5kSbwm2k8/s320/istana+khir+toyo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372445014086084706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/So7CRp_raGI/AAAAAAAABV4/XB3DJ96MWCQ/s320/rumah-khir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revealing of the photographs was only phase 1 of the campaign. Quickly after phase 1, the opposition party at least prompted the interest of some rural folks to want to see the Istana Khir Toyo for themselves. When the interest was brushed up, they organized an "Educational visit" to the Istana. This was even endorsed by the opposition leader Anwar Ibrahim &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/4lS9sl"&gt;http://bit.ly/4lS9sl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was just too necessary because a majority of Malaysians, especially those who reside in the rural areas, are still too unexposed, ignorant, and easily deceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFZUQTdgXqw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFZUQTdgXqw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at this point of time, i was like ahhhh... WTF. You guys (PR &amp;amp; BN) go dig on each other and spill out and expose all the corruption and cronysm and scandals and what the fucks not so we will benefit from the check and balance, bring more nutritious food back to the dinner table and drive more reliable cars to work &amp;amp; client meetings so it doesnt break down when you kill the engine registering yourself at the guard house of a client place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you were neutral party reading this, im sure you'd be wondering why the fuck isnt Mr Khir Toyo retaliating? Is he gonna be an Abdullah to the vicious Mahathir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from the looks of him, i really dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying that Khir Toyo, or what opposition blogs term as Khir Toyol, is involved in this but shortly after the series of leaks and the opposition campaigns to raise awareness, Teoh Beng Hock died. Again, im not saying Khir is involved but this is just a chronology of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Teoh Beng Hock died, it hit all the front pages of all media in the country. On the inaugural day, there were 2 million assumptions made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half suicide half homicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidental homicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidental suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homicide from internal conflicts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homicide to stir shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst of 2 million assumptions, government linked personals - pathalogists to labies to ministries to whatever shit went straight into the conclusion that it was suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, for common sense, raised alot of SHIT. Alot of pecularity and alot of suspisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the SHIT hit the fan when this mysterious letter was exposed. And now i say FUCKING READ THIS -&gt; &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/QtH5R"&gt;http://bit.ly/QtH5R&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if that is still to be rock solid proven, this is a reality: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: Again im not saying that this is linked to Khir Toyo. It's just a publicly announced project to "take down" Selangor. &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/mlhUp"&gt;http://bit.ly/mlhUp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Misi Tawan Selangor: Projek Selamatkan Umat Islam by Bloggers Patriot" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/So7CQ2nPRdI/AAAAAAAABVo/BlZJY9iQE3A/s1600-h/blogger+united+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372445000293369298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/So7CQ2nPRdI/AAAAAAAABVo/BlZJY9iQE3A/s320/blogger+united+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/So7CQWQdk4I/AAAAAAAABVg/fEl7UZXqQNg/s1600-h/blogger+united.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372444991607903106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/So7CQWQdk4I/AAAAAAAABVg/fEl7UZXqQNg/s320/blogger+united.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still not sure of their objectives but it sure sounds to be like they are waging some kinda holy war. Like what Palestine is waging on Israel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean come on you jack asses. Is the current admistration destroying your mosques? Are they hindering your Friday prayers? and your everyday prayers at the Suraus? Are they downplaying prophet Muhammad? Are they confusing the Islam faithfuls? Are they forcing alcohol into your throats? Are they throwing molokovs or stones at Muslims? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No you fucking idiots... NO. So what the hell do you mean by "Selamatkan Umat Islam"??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is proof that this campaign has already kicked off, and FUCKING READ THIS TOO: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://parpukari.blogspot.com/2009/08/ronnie-liu-is-behind-beng-hocks-death.html"&gt;http://parpukari.blogspot.com/2009/08/ronnie-liu-is-behind-beng-hocks-death.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What malicious &amp;amp; baseless accusations... for Jake's sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the funny thing is that it's called HOUSE PK, in opposition of R PK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAH, again... grow up you little dicks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the funniest thing is that the blog has very prominent links to ex pm Mahathir's blog, who they dont realize has contradicted so much of what they have claimed in all its past blog posts... man, be a bit more intelligent lah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the ENTIRE WORLD is battling the economic meltdown, we the citizens of Selangor dwell in all these kinda BULLLLL shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey readers, you think we're fucked or what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-5025371574252415954?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5025371574252415954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5025371574252415954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5025371574252415954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5025371574252415954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/08/state-i-live-in-now-selangor.html' title='The state i live in now, Selangor'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/So7CP7EfL2I/AAAAAAAABVY/N9BsuShZxYU/s72-c/khir_toyo_disneyland.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-3333165337389454090</id><published>2009-08-15T00:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:49:58.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things in the last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Seri Pentas again, this time with Intan, the Malaysian supermummy! It's quite refreshing to see bloggers who do not camwhore for their traffic. When i say camwhore, i mean semi naked bathtub shots, lingerie shots, in suggestive positions.. u know... porno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a mummy blogger! who admitted on national TV that she blogs during her work hours hahah. She didnt seem too concerned so here i am publicizing it again! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she was on segment 2 and segment 1 was about the Mens Health magazine. They ran this Define &amp;amp; Refine campaign which put some men thru some physical and other trainings to make them "better man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we went into the Quickie studio, it was pretty cold as the spotlights were not turned on. Those are heat machines that will warm up the place after a few tens of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nice when cold... alot more chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369866480953774722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWZHRiG0oI/AAAAAAAABVA/ZYjkLogo-no/s320/22686669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it is when the ligts come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864113834807538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWW9fU90PI/AAAAAAAABUo/ysdlPlPNawg/s320/22688043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a call during the Mens Health segment. This Chinese guy called and he went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickie host: "Hello, whats your name, and whr are you calling from"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err... my my name ahhh... the the lock, calling from Klang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickie host: "Ah THE ROCKKKK... from Klang, now do you have any questions for the guest?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh.. yes ah... errr may i ask ah... how do I be ah...bigger man... stronger man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickie host: "Ah.. you claim to be THE ROCK, and you want advise to be a stronger man huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh... yaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then came the 2nd segment, which had Intan talk about her Lurve affair for Twilight. She's freaking watched it 30 times!!! as her blog name suggests - super mummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWZIYtVCcI/AAAAAAAABVQ/LFgYSP0TtUg/s1600-h/8tv_quickie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369866500059761090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWZIYtVCcI/AAAAAAAABVQ/LFgYSP0TtUg/s320/8tv_quickie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWZHyoyLjI/AAAAAAAABVI/7NdAMx24nPY/s1600-h/8tv_quickie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369866489840152114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWZHyoyLjI/AAAAAAAABVI/7NdAMx24nPY/s320/8tv_quickie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch her video &amp;amp; vote for her if you think she's the favourite amongst the other 2 by "liking" it... It's at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/LURVE"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/LURVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random encounters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is the Tiger beer ur daddy or grandpops got drunk wit in the past. It's called "Chop Rimau"!!!... what a classic... look at how far it has gone from there today.... now almost the top selling beer in town, definitely a contemporary brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWXDhYc80I/AAAAAAAABU4/teqRDfTOJkQ/s1600-h/23205081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864217465516866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWXDhYc80I/AAAAAAAABU4/teqRDfTOJkQ/s320/23205081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposedly popular in Taiwan but ive never been to Taiwan. I've seen ppl selling donuts, ice cream, cooked food on trucks. But i've never seen Chinese wok cooking on a truck... they wok fry marmite pork ribs, kong pow chicken and stuff on a truck.... on a hot afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried... the food is edible but not that nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They come by our office like twice a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWW9zbocRI/AAAAAAAABUw/XETsZfrFCcY/s1600-h/22815859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864119231475986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWW9zbocRI/AAAAAAAABUw/XETsZfrFCcY/s320/22815859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the biggest built in projector i've seen in my life. If there was UFOs on earth, this would probably be a UFO bat.... hanging on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWW87kDWrI/AAAAAAAABUg/XahnbR_f2cU/s1600-h/22609604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864104234408626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWW87kDWrI/AAAAAAAABUg/XahnbR_f2cU/s320/22609604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sign above some urinal basins in Sunway Pyramid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says "press to wash yourself only" ... Errr wash yourself? and how? and can you wash someone else? ... LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWW8S7uH3I/AAAAAAAABUY/Gcd_evzMGbY/s1600-h/22461114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864093327826802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWW8S7uH3I/AAAAAAAABUY/Gcd_evzMGbY/s320/22461114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tiger got back on Carlsberg... when Carlsberg pulled a stupid prank on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlsberg has recently ran a "Nice One" campaign, potraying Carlsberg as the nice one... which really, sounds a bit sissy... who cares if u look nice or not, its the beer we're after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exactly what Tiger said in return.... who cares who's the nicety AHHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWW7iarvJI/AAAAAAAABUQ/PtR4viLomYY/s1600-h/22438527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864080304356498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWW7iarvJI/AAAAAAAABUQ/PtR4viLomYY/s320/22438527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/5256106802346502896-3333165337389454090?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/3333165337389454090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=3333165337389454090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/3333165337389454090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/3333165337389454090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-things-in-last-week.html' title='Random things in the last week'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SoWZHRiG0oI/AAAAAAAABVA/ZYjkLogo-no/s72-c/22686669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-7080581525861906889</id><published>2009-08-09T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:39:56.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lurve Affair at Seri Pentas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working with Lurve to do a lil corporate social responsibility (CSR) programe with the local bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shortlisted more than half a dozen bloggers through a contest we co-ran with Nuffnang and we brought them on national TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were given some air time to speak freely, promote their blogs and attract more readers. In return, the bloggers endorsed Lurve on national TV and populated content on our fan community on Facebook. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/LURVE"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/LURVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having content on the Lurve community on Facebook, the bloggers were also able to leverage traffic brought in from radio as these content (from bloggers) had links back to their personal Facebook pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i made some time to attend one of the shoots at Seri Pentas. Coincidentally, it was Cindy Tey's session and she would be going on air with Belinda Chee, host of the 8TV Quickie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, 2 days after the shoot, Sri Pentas was quarantined for H1N1. So whatever these means to you.... take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5oChYKhII/AAAAAAAABUI/ctCKyd00Flk/s1600-h/22260752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367842198400959618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5oChYKhII/AAAAAAAABUI/ctCKyd00Flk/s320/22260752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was indirectly tasked to calm Cindy down before the shoot so I very quickly switched into the 'citizen journalism' mode so i could get into the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started snapping pictures and getting into conversations with her related to her earlier tweets (about how she was undecided about her nail colours). I think that made her quite comfy... she must've gone "phewww... lucky i found one blogger friend here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a lil gay, but i got quite used to it after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cindy on the waiting couch, waiting to be led to the make up room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5oCVXl5UI/AAAAAAAABUA/PD-m6oyos5M/s1600-h/21395664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367842195177334082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5oCVXl5UI/AAAAAAAABUA/PD-m6oyos5M/s320/21395664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is getting made up, by.... someone quite unexpected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5oCBLev6I/AAAAAAAABT4/FDEY6_Uaz70/s1600-h/21396252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367842189757824930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5oCBLev6I/AAAAAAAABT4/FDEY6_Uaz70/s320/21396252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Camwhored... this was quite awkward for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5oB3xRF_I/AAAAAAAABTw/uxxoaNGaArY/s1600-h/21398686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367842187231959026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5oB3xRF_I/AAAAAAAABTw/uxxoaNGaArY/s320/21398686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the entire crew behind the shoot. (From left) planner, writer &amp;amp; account exec from agencies and a lady from media prima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367841941679626754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5nzlBB2gI/AAAAAAAABTo/Ioxww8gJNU8/s320/21400510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quickie segment was at 11:30pm so by 11pm, we got into the studio. Cindy getting used to the place... and at the back of her are all the props they use for Quickie segments. I really liked the Pink Mini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5nzN0f4eI/AAAAAAAABTg/xXiJLcOD9TI/s1600-h/21403388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367841935453053410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5nzN0f4eI/AAAAAAAABTg/xXiJLcOD9TI/s320/21403388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is Belinda Chee, who i used to swim with in the state team. She was snacking on some Lurve before the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5nyMkSe3I/AAAAAAAABTY/TURCyRJcUtw/s1600-h/21403817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367841917936761714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5nyMkSe3I/AAAAAAAABTY/TURCyRJcUtw/s320/21403817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hosts getting briefed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5nx9VPoAI/AAAAAAAABTQ/fhJe-Rncujg/s1600-h/21404474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367841913847128066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5nx9VPoAI/AAAAAAAABTQ/fhJe-Rncujg/s320/21404474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Camera men getting prepared...5 minutes and counting down to going on air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5nxltQUgI/AAAAAAAABTI/1CM7JGUYE7Y/s1600-h/21406045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367841907505385986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5nxltQUgI/AAAAAAAABTI/1CM7JGUYE7Y/s320/21406045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON AIR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, i had to switch off my phone (coz my camera went low on batt), so it doesnt interfere with the incoming calls from the audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, am attending more shoots in the weeks to come and will be providing more back stage scenes... hopefully, nicer ones! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/5256106802346502896-7080581525861906889?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7080581525861906889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=7080581525861906889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7080581525861906889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7080581525861906889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/08/lurve-affair-at-seri-pentas.html' title='Lurve Affair at Seri Pentas'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sn5oChYKhII/AAAAAAAABUI/ctCKyd00Flk/s72-c/22260752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-8967910941392448308</id><published>2009-08-05T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:19:03.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heineken Green Room 3</title><content type='html'>Thank God they went back to Zouk. Orange isn't a suitable club to host such exclusive events. Anyway, im proud i attended all the 3 Green Rooms, which is pretty much all of it. I've dropped out from Artistry parties because they create mega traffic jams &amp;amp; you kinda need to park 1km away and walk there. And I ain't a big fan.. ain't a fan at all of free alcohol parties. So it makes the walk &amp;amp; wait totally unworthy. At least Zouk, you get ample parking, you pay a couple of tens for a bucket of beer but hey come on, don't be a cheap-skate and expect free drinks all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366154810476676050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnhpXng3Q9I/AAAAAAAABSw/biqrV8axA20/s320/hgr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bling &amp;amp; Goldfish was spinnin when i got there.. not bad, nothin impressive. The ice cold Heineken was very nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnhpX6ufaHI/AAAAAAAABS4/J10sz0prxMY/s1600-h/hgr+heineken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366154815634106482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnhpX6ufaHI/AAAAAAAABS4/J10sz0prxMY/s320/hgr+heineken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now gettin these 2 buckets of beer on the table for my colleagues &amp;amp; partners wasnt easy. I went to the bar, asked for 10 bottles and the 2 bar clowns tried to ask me to donate 2 bottles to both of em. I could tell, that they were newbies - fuckin tryin to get drunk while on the job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zouk - if you see this, i ain't blammin you, just your staff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because i was in a really good mood, i just wanted to get the bottles on the table and start drinking, i tried to say no but the 2 baboons begged me. I then negotiated and offered to donate 1 so they could share. They took it... fucking prostitutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The newbies didnt open the bottle caps too but i just cudnt be bothered. Got Edmund to take the caps off wit his teeth. Ugly sight but pretty impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Filthy Dukes came on and kept me entertained from there. They're pretty alright i must say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366154817596850610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnhpYCCcgbI/AAAAAAAABTA/ly2uJk3goMo/s320/hgr+filthy+dukes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-8967910941392448308?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/8967910941392448308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=8967910941392448308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/8967910941392448308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/8967910941392448308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/08/heineken-green-room-3.html' title='Heineken Green Room 3'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnhpXng3Q9I/AAAAAAAABSw/biqrV8axA20/s72-c/hgr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5058131858562119975</id><published>2009-08-02T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:06:36.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday food blog</title><content type='html'>I do not usually write very long blogs and i kinda get teased for that wtf.. haha. I bump into ppl and they go, "hey i think i've came across your blog before".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'd go, "oh yeah? great, what do you think of it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, i kinda remember you coz you write very short blog posts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah.. very nice. Maybe i should be on desmondkiu.shortblogs.com instead".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliment? or unsatisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever it is, ive had in mind a very long blog post just for the sake of a long blog post. For this to happen, i had to consciencely remember to take pictures of food i eat for the last 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call ppl "Blogger" in a negative way when i see them carrying heivy weight DSLR cameras walking in shopping malls, self snapping in unatural human poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in the quest of this very long blog post, i was almost regarded as one at one time but i very smartly ignored &amp;amp; diverted the topic. Anyway, i took this pictures with my blackberry so it wasnt as obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, taking off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bon Ga Korean BBQ restaurant in Mont Kiara (opposite Solaris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking good. Went twice in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ingredients are flown in from Korea by air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service is good. Serves beer. The only complaint might probably be the lack of more red meat options for BBQ but i was happy wit the available choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286120403892978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTTM0B-vI/AAAAAAAABRY/eTW_aLftVqE/s320/bon+ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean restaurants serve massive appertizers, which I absolutely love. Alot of pickles, tangy flavoured stuff, kimchi, salad, beancurd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286121580072578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTTRMdDoI/AAAAAAAABRg/xwZuRz9HRP4/s320/bonga+appetizer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duty of the massive appetizer is to make you feel so stuffed up with healthiness you feel like canibalizing a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286126359697730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTTjAAWUI/AAAAAAAABRo/sIInPBNDcG4/s320/bonga+pork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Chilis, One Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgettable place... there's nothing in the food menu that will make you remember the place. What will, however, is how they serve Guinness Draught in a shopping mall! and from 3 - 7pm, there is a 40% price off. Drink it while chewing on some buffalo wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To married men, this is the place to be when your wife gets infected wit the shopping virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359859700967369570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmIMABIXa2I/AAAAAAAABPo/EGtNtyd-k-Q/s320/chilis+happy+hour+deal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Arthur Guinness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVT1nspwJI/AAAAAAAABSg/mr450x8bpzA/s1600-h/chillis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286711736254610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVT1nspwJI/AAAAAAAABSg/mr450x8bpzA/s320/chillis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Famous Claypot mice noodles Restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a Chinese appetite strikes you - if you get appetite for a ton of soy sauce coated flour wit a few slices of pork meat, you can try out this restaurant at TTDI. The township wit a Maxis Service Center &amp;amp; Pizza Hut.. and where TTDI plaza with Bamboo 9 is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTmaEO2TI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Zeb3biQQpxA/s1600-h/TTDI+loh+seh+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286450379020594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTmaEO2TI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Zeb3biQQpxA/s320/TTDI+loh+seh+fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever wondered why they call "Loh Su Fen", "Loh Su Fen"? It directly translates to mice noodles, doesnt sound very appetizing, but its ability to absorb tons of soy sauce &amp;amp; sugar makes it mouth watering. The spring onion, minced pork meat &amp;amp; raw egg helps alot in the taste too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286454223858642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTmoY6a9I/AAAAAAAABSY/rGbGSwAKgnc/s320/loh+seh+fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Oriental Kitchen, One Utama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rainy cold day? Go for the rice wine claypot chicken at Oriental Kitchen. It comes with fried eggs too - an absolute gourmet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get a bit drunk after savouring it too. And pace out before Guinness Draught at Chilis, else be fucked.... unless you're Korean.. hahah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTmGRNSiI/AAAAAAAABSI/b5ZV6C0gM7o/s1600-h/rice+wine+chix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286445064735266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTmGRNSiI/AAAAAAAABSI/b5ZV6C0gM7o/s320/rice+wine+chix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You kinda get this everywhere, but this is Taiwanese Fried Chicken... which is personally much preferred to Kentuky Fried Chicken, which to me should be awarded the restaurant that serves the world's oiliest Chicken... and an innovation award for oil absorbing Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinkpau accuses me of blasphemy to KFC. But despite peer pressure &amp;amp; popular preference, i still stick to TFC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286715907279122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVT13PGiRI/AAAAAAAABSo/_LuxbxT60Qs/s320/Taiwanese+Chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) SS2 durian buffet (near all the wedding boutiques)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D24, Raja Kunyit.... ? go to SS2. This is quite a new concept of durian dining - durian buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTlvbyqoI/AAAAAAAABSA/usxdHT1Gedg/s1600-h/durian+ss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286438935112322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTlvbyqoI/AAAAAAAABSA/usxdHT1Gedg/s320/durian+ss2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even durian sellers have realized the importance of the web. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTlZhgeXI/AAAAAAAABR4/Mk6GYAdTzS0/s1600-h/durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286433053505906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTlZhgeXI/AAAAAAAABR4/Mk6GYAdTzS0/s320/durian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Italianies, The Curve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shrimp Aglio Olio... a dish worth remembering. I go there for the bread they serve too... dip it in olive oil &amp;amp; some vinegar... whoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTT16QrEI/AAAAAAAABRw/6QuUfpKiu4U/s1600-h/shrimp+aglio+olio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286131435875394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTT16QrEI/AAAAAAAABRw/6QuUfpKiu4U/s320/shrimp+aglio+olio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you get horny after spotting a juicy japanese bitch. go chew on some Japanese beef Teriyaki at Mizu TTDI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Mizu, TTDI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good beef. No comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTS5owF2I/AAAAAAAABRQ/P25orcrdDBg/s1600-h/beef+teriyaki+TTDI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365286115256309602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTS5owF2I/AAAAAAAABRQ/P25orcrdDBg/s320/beef+teriyaki+TTDI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Mizu, Bangsar Village. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting lazy. Yellow Tail fish... served with caviar &amp;amp; chili paddi... wonder what you call that in english - Paddy Chilli.... or easier - fucking spicy chilli. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmMkSrwrzEI/AAAAAAAABQQ/rqNwMuaUvME/s1600-h/raw+yellow+tail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360167884904188994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmMkSrwrzEI/AAAAAAAABQQ/rqNwMuaUvME/s320/raw+yellow+tail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Home Made fish head noodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you believe in the grandmother saying that eating fish head makes your more intelligent, you can try this restaurant in Kota Damansara and indulge in your conservativeness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is however, really good! The best fish head noodles i've tasted in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's located at the side facing Giant Kota Damansara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmIMAuly2tI/AAAAAAAABQA/qr-gXiqIgzw/s1600-h/home+made+fish+head+noodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359859713170397906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmIMAuly2tI/AAAAAAAABQA/qr-gXiqIgzw/s320/home+made+fish+head+noodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Cinamon, One World Hotel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is bringing in the culture of eating cold crabs.. apparently, a pretty popular culture in Singapore, the land of a Chinese Prime Minister, 2 upcoming casinos &amp;amp; over-efficiency in a positive way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmIMAmsfJUI/AAAAAAAABP4/KIwLuOsskOc/s1600-h/cold+crabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359859711050982722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmIMAmsfJUI/AAAAAAAABP4/KIwLuOsskOc/s320/cold+crabs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide variety of food.. from Italian to Chinese to Malay to Japanese to whatever's popular in Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time i went to Cinamon, i had not stomache problems after. So eat at your own risk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmIMAdoXCqI/AAAAAAAABPw/MiQ0AW9GODE/s1600-h/cinamon+buffet+spread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359859708617755298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmIMAdoXCqI/AAAAAAAABPw/MiQ0AW9GODE/s320/cinamon+buffet+spread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Mamak, SS2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever craved for eating &amp;amp; smelling car fumes at the same time and also dodging running rats or cockroaches which could potentially happen, go to the mamak at SS2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the burger Ramly.... its really quite different from the other Ramly stores &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360167884749484578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmMkSrLzMiI/AAAAAAAABQI/y5vrHWRqAws/s320/ramly+burger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the Char Kueh Tiaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmIL_5Nks-I/AAAAAAAABPg/0cY2OdMhAg4/s1600-h/char+kueh+tiaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359859698841727970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmIL_5Nks-I/AAAAAAAABPg/0cY2OdMhAg4/s320/char+kueh+tiaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Ever wanted to see a row of food stalls in a war zone? Go the TTDI night market on Sunday evenings... makes you feel like you're in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360167886942572370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SmMkSzWrD1I/AAAAAAAABQY/K7PJSRdXh8w/s320/soto+ayam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.. phew... 2009's longest blog post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/5256106802346502896-5058131858562119975?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5058131858562119975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5058131858562119975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5058131858562119975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5058131858562119975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-food-blog.html' title='Sunday food blog'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnVTTM0B-vI/AAAAAAAABRY/eTW_aLftVqE/s72-c/bon+ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-7328444968060077865</id><published>2009-07-30T20:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:50:48.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was Teoh Beng Hock suicidal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. There was foul play. From who? i am not quite sure yet but there was foul play. But this is just an opinion and let me tell you why i have this opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Teoh died the 'cleanest' death. No blood, body parts didnt detach, body structure still seems to be in place. Clean. You want to see what happened to another human who fell off an equivalent height? ... read on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364228387812987826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnGRTD2o07I/AAAAAAAABRA/rCq_UBPUxMw/s320/teoh2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RPK: Student Tan Kian Chong was found dead at the bottom of Apartmen Vista Angkasa in Kampung Kerinchi yesterday, suspected of falling down 16 floors. See the 'mess'. And eyewitnesses said they heard an 'explosion' when his body hit the ground while his blood was splattered right up to the second floor of the building. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364228394561887570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnGRTc_s3VI/AAAAAAAABRI/zDF7zLaDWGU/s320/teoh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Mr Teoh was questioned about the possible misuse of funds by his employer, a state assemblyman, to buy flags. The sum in question was RM2,400. For RM2.4K, he was questioned for at least 8 hours. A RM2.4K case was prioritized over the PKFZ and the Istana Khir cases. hmmmm... doesnt sound quite right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Tan Hock Chuan (criminal lawyer) in court, "According to the first DNA report, the DNA profile derived from the swab from the back outer side of the blazer worn by the deceased Teoh Beng Hock consisted of a mixture of male DNA types from two individuals,” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Teoh Beng Hock - this young man had everything to live for. Getting married (on the day he died). 2 mth pregnant fiance. Good career, good family, good looking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. This final point has been extremely well said by Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Advice: think about it from more than 1 dimension, think about what it implies)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Questions about how Mr Teoh died cannot be shut down with the usual warning that it is “liable to confuse the public” because the public is already confused. We are confused about how an idealistic young man with everything to live for can enter the headquarters of the Malaysian Anti-Corruption Commission as a witness one day and be found dead outside the next. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions about the death of Mr Teoh cannot be swept aside with the paternalistic instruction to “leave it to the authorities to investigate,” because the death of Mr Teoh appears to be just the result of “leaving it to the authorities investigate.” It is precisely the independence of the investigating authorities that people are questioning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions about the death of Mr Teoh cannot be suppressed with the warning “not to speculate” when the investigating authorities were apparently able to prognosticate, ahead of their own investigations, that foul play was not involved, and some leaders appear to have special knowledge that Mr Teoh jumped to his death of his own accord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions about the death of Mr Teoh cannot be evaded with the low tactic of racializing the issue because the death of Mr Teoh touches us all as citizens, brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers. None of us wants to live under a government apparatus that cannot be trusted to be independent and to tell the truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions about the death of Mr Teoh cannot be suppressed with authoritarian prohibitions because they are about the integrity and independence of institutions that belong to the people. Those ministers who talk down to the people may have forgotten who put them into government and pays their wages, and whose questions they were put there to ask. And to answer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ask such questions is not to “politicize” the issue but to exercise our ownership of an issue that touches each and every one of us as citizens: our basic institutions are rotted out, and we are headed down the path of a failed state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our right and indeed our duty as citizens to keep asking questions when someone dies under circumstances that put the entire government under a shadow. As we ask these questions let us accept our joint responsibility to push uncompromisingly for an overhaul of the key institutions that have rotted through under exactly the kind of authoritarianism that would prohibit discussion of the circumstances of the death of Mr Teoh Beng Hock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-7328444968060077865?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7328444968060077865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=7328444968060077865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7328444968060077865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7328444968060077865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-teoh-beng-hock-suicidal.html' title='Was Teoh Beng Hock suicidal?'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SnGRTD2o07I/AAAAAAAABRA/rCq_UBPUxMw/s72-c/teoh2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-1472052068184929458</id><published>2009-07-27T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:45:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi drivers in the Klang Valley</title><content type='html'>Today, i had to take a cab to a client meeting because i didnt know how to get there wit my car on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called Public Cab and they took about 20mins to call me back which is not impressive, neither disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they called me, i was already at the office lobby on my way out to flag a taxi, having lost my confidence in the cab company. Anyway, i entertained the call - giving them the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call then told me that a cab will be arriving in 5 minutes - cab 223. As the lady was giving me the cab number, a 233 cab drove into our office lobby reception and parked directly outside the main entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i asked the lady "Are you sure it's 223 and not 233?". And you know what, for fucks sake, she got pissed off. She snapped back "I told you its 223".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was like "Alright lady, 223". She hung up the phone. "BITCH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this 233 that was outside the main entrance was attracting alot of attention because, he was surrounded by an A6, a 7 series, 2 5 series' and a CLS 350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out a ciggie, thinking that i got a 5 minutes break before the cab arrives. On my 2nd puff, there were 3 security guards trying to shoo 233.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this stubborn old man kept saying that he's waitin for a call and that this guy he was pickin up was going to a place i was going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i walked over, asked if he was on call and if he was going to where i was headed. He said yes and threw all his frustration on me... i was like uncle, go fuck your call centre, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sm2m6P2KaDI/AAAAAAAABQ4/GOb-g7Lz5rU/s1600-h/Public+cab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363126250884458546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sm2m6P2KaDI/AAAAAAAABQ4/GOb-g7Lz5rU/s320/Public+cab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got in the car... very stuffy, sticky chair. The air cond was at the 3rd highest gear but it was struggling to breeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it went over humps and drove over pebbly roads, i was fucking sure every single metal.. every molecule that makes up the metal was breaking loose from the bond. It was like the whole car would just shatter into a thousand pieces, and you'll end up doing a goldkart (on ur car seat) on the highway. That'd be quite fun, as long as you can make sure the car seat's not riding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the same day, i got another horrible experience with cab drivers. They fucking discriminate. Most of them only pick up only CBD destinations..wtf. They shud be sent to ISA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dont stop where you can get on their back seats... they stop so they wind down their driver seat windows and look straight at you. One spitted before he said anything - man, you're a disgusting gay pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pergi mana?!?!" ... like he drives the only car in the world and you desperately need a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get that repeatedly for like 20 minutes, and you're standing under the sun right next to a fucking 10 lane highway... what a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sm2mShMCJEI/AAAAAAAABQw/V5GqECFjo8U/s1600-h/mini+showroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sm2mSguxaRI/AAAAAAAABQo/3ssV7BSoyrw/s1600-h/tan%26tan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363125568222095634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sm2mSguxaRI/AAAAAAAABQo/3ssV7BSoyrw/s320/tan%26tan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i decided to entertain myself... I Twitpiced. Zoomed into a wicked lookin Mini showroom and Tweeted it. Same thing i did to a building in front of me and very soon, i took a picture of all the buildings surrounding me. Still no taxi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sm2mSXZL1AI/AAAAAAAABQg/yzDay6MWVDs/s1600-h/mini+showroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363125565715633154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sm2mSXZL1AI/AAAAAAAABQg/yzDay6MWVDs/s320/mini+showroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i walked back into the building lobby and not because im still giving Public Cab the benefit of the doubt, it was because i didnt know who else to call, i called Public Cab. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they still havent call me back yet. It's almost bed time now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, fuck the taxi service in the Klang Valley. What a disgrace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-1472052068184929458?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1472052068184929458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=1472052068184929458' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1472052068184929458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1472052068184929458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/07/taxi-drivers-in-klang-valley.html' title='Taxi drivers in the Klang Valley'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sm2m6P2KaDI/AAAAAAAABQ4/GOb-g7Lz5rU/s72-c/Public+cab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-6759226228638226603</id><published>2009-07-23T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:03:22.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heineken Webisodes</title><content type='html'>Watch it from top to bottom, i bet my balls you'll laugh at the 3rd one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heineken Walk in Fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sHoTK34nA0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sHoTK34nA0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heineken Walking Fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RA6wEImuFao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RA6wEImuFao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoop Dogg Smoking Closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5Cj4lvxQEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5Cj4lvxQEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-6759226228638226603?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6759226228638226603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=6759226228638226603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6759226228638226603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6759226228638226603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/07/heineken-webisodes.html' title='The Heineken Webisodes'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-6110844068536599410</id><published>2009-07-16T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:25:26.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head of the so called "Four Heavenly Kings"</title><content type='html'>The haze is back to haunt us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having a meeting at the open space of McDonald's because we felt like having some smokes over a large cup of ice cold coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours down the meeting, i started to feel sticky and sick of the smoky air .. it smelt like burnt shit. Half my nostrills were blocked with debris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what are the fuckin authorities doin bout this? God bless us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Recession, H1N1, now the haze... Is this a big time conspirac... on Twitpic" href="http://twitpic.com/a7bdf"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Recession, H1N1, now the haze... Is this a big time conspirac... on Twitpic" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/a7bdf.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the office this morning, on a red light near my office - i saw this loan shark advertisement. Going green has become such a trend even the ah long's gone green... wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ah long's gone green. Their ads on whole stretch of trees jus... on Twitpic" href="http://twitpic.com/ae608"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Ah long's gone green. Their ads on whole stretch of trees jus... on Twitpic" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/ae608.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout ah long's, it reminds me of the head of the so called "Four Heavenly Kings" ... 'Shi Da Tien Wang'... or however you spell it in Chinese... who controls all the loan sharking business in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who are hopeful that there will be a solution to the loan shark problem, pls fuckin forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his influence &amp;amp; relationship with the elite circle in Malaysian politics, the police has got no authority to detain him, let alone the guts to even think about it. He has infiltrated the executives &amp;amp; the judiciary - 2 very key pillars of governance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence today, the solution drawn out by the government to curb loan sharking is to legalize the loan sharks so they are called legal money lenders instead of loan sharks. So the more they convert, the more they get rid of the 'loan shark' problem... isn't this such a common problem in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick biography of the Boss of Bosses. Source: &lt;a href="http://mt.m2day.org/2008/content/view/17980/84/"&gt;http://mt.m2day.org/2008/content/view/17980/84/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koo Tee Yam, age 45, is believed to control most of the underworld activities in Kuala Lumpur namely loan sharking, pirated discs and goods, prostitution, drugs, illegal gambling and murder. He has also diversified into many legitimate businesses such as discos, clubs, security companies, restaurants, construction and many more. Controlling assets worth more than RM1 billion, he is the head of the so called "Four Heavenly Kings" that controls a large criminal empire in West Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active in politics, it is believed that Koo Tee Yam has sent many triad members to infiltrate MCA, particularly the Bukit Bintang MCA division where he operates vice dens. He was so powerful that then MCA President Ling Liong Sik sent Federal Territory MCA Chief and Deputy Minister for Energy, Telecommunications and Multimedia Tan Chai Ho to enlist him in aid of MCA. However, Koo Tee Yam disliked Ling Liong Sik....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... During the 2004 General Election, Koo Tee Yam allegedly handed over RM20 million in donations to the Prime Minister personally. The meeting was supposedly arranged by former MCA Youth leader Dato' Seri Kee Yong Wee @ Kee Ah Mat. Since then, he has boasted that the police couldn't touch him. When the previous IGP came to power, incensed with what he heard, arrested Koo Tee Yam under the ISA. The newspapers had a field day on this story. A court found him innocent and ordered him released. The police however swooped in again to arrest him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later, the Federal Court (Justice Datuk Pajan Singh Gill, Justice Datuk Richard Malanjum and Justice Datuk Augustine Paul) ordered his unconditional released citing that the detainees rights had been circumvented by the police, which is the same argument given by hundreds of ISA detainess to the Federal Court - all shot down and many spent years if not decades under detention. Was corruption involved?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-6110844068536599410?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6110844068536599410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=6110844068536599410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6110844068536599410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6110844068536599410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/07/head-of-so-called-four-heavenly-kings.html' title='Head of the so called &quot;Four Heavenly Kings&quot;'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-2766436107652524423</id><published>2009-07-12T15:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:34:04.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why English should not be taught in Bahasa Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the debate, government divide, public rage &amp;amp; premier vs predecessor battle over the language to teach Science and Maths in Malaysia, this is a real cracker from RPK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Raja Petra Kamarudin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is currently a brouhaha going on about the proposed teaching of Science and Maths in English. Some would like these two subjects to be taught in Bahasa Malaysia. I am not too concerned about Science and Maths. I am more worried about English. I feel English should no longer be taught in Bahasa Malaysia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO HOLDS BARRED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do I think that English should not be taught in Bahasa Malaysia? Well, maybe this circular from one of Malaysia’s leading universities would explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th UiTM INTERNATIONAL SPORTS FIESTA19 – 23 November 2009 FUTSAL-RUGBY 7- TENPIN BOWLING-BADMINTON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sport Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding about the global issue H1N1 happens around the world, sadly to be informing that our UiTM International Sports Fiesta will be postponing to 19-23 November 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all teams which have been confirm to participate in our events, we have to say sorry for this announcements and our Ministry of Higher Education and Ministry of Health also advise to us to change the date for this current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the date have been confirm incoming this November hopefully your teams still can participate in our event and don’t hesitate to contact us for further information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, we would like to say sorry about the date change for the sake of our health among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in this November at UiTM Malaysia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mustaza Ahmad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Director&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports Centre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Universiti Teknologi MARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-2766436107652524423?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/2766436107652524423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=2766436107652524423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2766436107652524423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2766436107652524423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-english-should-not-be-taught-in.html' title='Why English should not be taught in Bahasa Malaysia'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-427747933474259808</id><published>2009-07-11T12:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:40:59.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yes I do"</title><content type='html'>I recently attended a Google conference in a Jazz Bar in KL. Some of the top tech guys flew in from Mountain View to demonstrate opportunities with the Google Maps API (at the same time lure developers to give Google more content)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started of with typical speeches from the people who were involved in this and it adjourned to a demo session, which was projected on the big screen. The demo required an internet line, which was suddenly made unavailable when the demonstrater was about to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed but quick to react, the Google guy said - "How about we pull out our mobile phones and we'll do a demo on your own screens". And so did everyone, except me because i was the only one without a smart phone, I shared my mates screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With building peer pressure &amp;amp; realizing the potential of a smart phone, which will make the internet &amp;amp; emails accessible 24/7, the need arrised with little doubt. Considering the market, there were only 2 models to consider from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The touch-screen, sleek-looking, application-driven and slutty iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgaLdRvgSI/AAAAAAAABPY/C_Qcl19aLLs/s1600-h/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357060540897132834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgaLdRvgSI/AAAAAAAABPY/C_Qcl19aLLs/s320/iphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The 3.5G, push-mail, bold looking and muscular Blackberry Bold 9000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgXaIGr_FI/AAAAAAAABPQ/FxffrqnyrKc/s1600-h/bb+bold.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357057494376774738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgXaIGr_FI/AAAAAAAABPQ/FxffrqnyrKc/s320/bb+bold.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kinda allowed me to already draw a line between the 2 phones... but for further convincing, i wanted some AV reviews of the 2 phones so i did some research on You Tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7n0403v8oE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7n0403v8oE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Apple's just far too soft for the Blackberry Bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without questions, I got the BB Bold, which ive not regretted. Was just testing out less than a quarter of its functionalities and im already too impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a Twitterer, you'll love Twitterberry. After taking a picture with your blackberry, you can simply right click and select the option of posting the picture on Twitpic - its as simple as 2 steps. If you instant message, you can be on your MSN &amp;amp; Yahoo Messenger and the Blackberry Messenger all at the same time. Browing is fast at 3.5G and you can sync the Blackberry to any email account, where emails are pushed to your phone like SMSes. Far superior than any other phone i've seen so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience with the phone has been superb, but not with Maxis, the service provider. I got my phone on Tuesday nite, all eager and excited to start browing on my mobile phone and test out some of the applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the phone charges, went for a shower, booted up my laptop in-case it required registration, turned-on the phone and i was unable to connect to the internet. It required me to contact my service provider, which i did over 8 calls on Wednesday - taking up hours of my work hours which i had to replace through midnight...wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 8 calls, they had to send me to a Maxis service centre in Taman Tun because they couldnt fix the problem. And so i went to the service centre and consulted a "Mobile Trainer" over at the mobile data booth. As part of the trouble-shooting process, he replaced my SIM card, which on that night went "Unprovisioned". So for the whole of Thursday, i was unable to make/receive calls or SMSes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about mobile browsing and Blackberry Messenger, i wasnt even able to make a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning when i revisted the Maxis Service Centre in Taman Tun and consulted a different guy, he fixed it in 10 minutes... by then, everything was working. That made me fucking curse the 8 ppl i spoke to on the Maxis hotline 123 and the other person i met at the service centre - you fucking waisted my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operators over at 123 are also trained to be robots. "Hello Mr. Desmond, How are you Mr. Desmond and how can I help you Mr. Desmond" ... that is 10 seconds before i could even say hello. Mr Desmond, Mr Desmond, Mr Desmond and what i hate is after all that, they need to repeat and recap everything all over again with the Mr Desmonds. I was like "Hell, get to the fucking point"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, its all good now - im still with the Blackberry Bold and Maxis. I just needed to let it out for a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Redbox Karaoke on Friday Nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We were downing whiskey last night and the TV box was playing Michael Jackson songs the whole nite. Me mates sang to it too in an usually high pitch.... fucking priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was more priceless was singing Kosh Kosh Hota Hai.... hahahaha plus doin the male &amp;amp; female versions off the song... it was just too fucking hillarious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And fourfeetnine doing a masculine voice over the mic! HAHa... too cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Guinness 250 Anniversary Media Launch at KLCC Aquaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgWWl5TZPI/AAAAAAAABPI/aVo43E10hPY/s1600-h/guinness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357056334142596338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgWWl5TZPI/AAAAAAAABPI/aVo43E10hPY/s320/guinness.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a remarkable venue to have a media launch. It just stands out from all the typical media launches in nicely decorated pubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the official opening! - 2 divers in the aquaria unveiling a banner that announces one of the grand prizes Guinness is giving away in conjunction with the 250 anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's drinking Guinness at the bottom of the sea in a submarine pub! And of course, you're going down with the Submarine. Heck of a prize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgWWcvMLmI/AAAAAAAABPA/SvrObx7C1Pk/s1600-h/5769_124335645791_590410791_3534739_4849738_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357056331684261474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgWWcvMLmI/AAAAAAAABPA/SvrObx7C1Pk/s320/5769_124335645791_590410791_3534739_4849738_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're already impressed, one of the other grand prizes in a trip to space!!! You'll be drinking Guinness in space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other grand prize - is a studio performance by Black Eyed Peas to you and your invited friends only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergal Murray also appeared in the media launch. He's the World Guinness master brewer, the only person holding the full recipe to brew Guinness. He's even featured on Wiki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgVyPiin0I/AAAAAAAABO4/f6WoyxCO1zo/s1600-h/5769_124335640791_590410791_3534738_33451_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357055709666254658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgVyPiin0I/AAAAAAAABO4/f6WoyxCO1zo/s320/5769_124335640791_590410791_3534738_33451_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the speech, i had the chance to personally meet Fergal. I shook his hand and decided to be a lil cheeky. Knowing that he's the master brewer, i went "Yo Fergal, i heard you're the man who pours the best Guinness Draught in the world" ..........ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit understated, he went ... after a 5 seconds pause... "Yes I do" .. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media launch also featured alot of Guinness bottles in the Aquaria... very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgVxatZjiI/AAAAAAAABOo/CHB4IxSOce8/s1600-h/5769_124335550791_590410791_3534724_4541875_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357055695484718626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgVxatZjiI/AAAAAAAABOo/CHB4IxSOce8/s320/5769_124335550791_590410791_3534724_4541875_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgVxK2kmEI/AAAAAAAABOg/gS0BfPY4xE4/s1600-h/5769_124335525791_590410791_3534719_7379577_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357055691228223554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgVxK2kmEI/AAAAAAAABOg/gS0BfPY4xE4/s320/5769_124335525791_590410791_3534719_7379577_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went on a travellator which brougt us throught the history of Guinness. This particularly caught my attention... no wonder "O Kau" &amp;amp; "Hei Gou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgVxC2IrfI/AAAAAAAABOY/Pt8SiRpRFLM/s1600-h/5769_124335530791_590410791_3534720_4106310_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357055689078910450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgVxC2IrfI/AAAAAAAABOY/Pt8SiRpRFLM/s320/5769_124335530791_590410791_3534720_4106310_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i particullarly remembered from this media launch was also the joke my MD told me pertaining the Guinness bottles in the Aquaria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now the fishes must be going pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeewww... Im safe! No one's gonna eat me now"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5256106802346502896-427747933474259808?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/427747933474259808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=427747933474259808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/427747933474259808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/427747933474259808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-do.html' title='&quot;Yes I do&quot;'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SlgaLdRvgSI/AAAAAAAABPY/C_Qcl19aLLs/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-7849397679756522286</id><published>2009-07-04T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:31:42.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Crap. My Parents Joined Facebook!</title><content type='html'>Fortunately not my parents, YET. In the past months, the fastest growing age segment on Facebook has been &gt;50. WTF? haha so that's pretty alarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad calls me on VOIP, read blogs, checks stock market &amp;amp; do a whole lot of stuff online. Mum books air tickets &amp;amp; hotels and uses Google maps online. And it'll just be a matter of time before they learn how to use Facebook (they're in their 50's too so the stats are justifying it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, i got nothin to worry bout as im all grown up, dont fuck around no more, dont do shit but work everyday haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you fuckers who are gonna hit your teens / youth in the next 5 - 10 years, you're in deep shit! haha. Your parents will be watching you on Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the rate of how people are opening up their private lifes on Facebook, their parents are gonna find out when they're sleeping over their bf's place and how many different places in a year and how many tuition classes they miss because of that... bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND........ your parents will not only be watching you on Facebook! haha they might even engage your conversations with your friends ... be friends of your friends ... "engage" your friends? LOL... or use a sex / porn related FB application and trigger a news feed to all ur friends! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really dont want your mates to start callin ur MOmma MILP! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://myparentsjoinedfacebook.com/"&gt;http://myparentsjoinedfacebook.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sk8A0aZcYyI/AAAAAAAABOQ/-nNtYYwFDQU/s1600-h/Facebook+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354499382406046498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sk8A0aZcYyI/AAAAAAAABOQ/-nNtYYwFDQU/s320/Facebook+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sk8A0GATWBI/AAAAAAAABOI/iB-GJ3AP0U4/s1600-h/Facebook+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354499376931887122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sk8A0GATWBI/AAAAAAAABOI/iB-GJ3AP0U4/s320/Facebook+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sk8AznJJP3I/AAAAAAAABOA/Zlcqb5znzN8/s1600-h/Facebook+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354499368647475058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sk8AznJJP3I/AAAAAAAABOA/Zlcqb5znzN8/s320/Facebook+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sk8AzpDrFQI/AAAAAAAABN4/p6g-98hbUC8/s1600-h/Facebook+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354499369161397506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sk8AzpDrFQI/AAAAAAAABN4/p6g-98hbUC8/s320/Facebook+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sk8AzWgBMCI/AAAAAAAABNw/YuRFb8bkhJU/s1600-h/Facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354499364180013090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sk8AzWgBMCI/AAAAAAAABNw/YuRFb8bkhJU/s320/Facebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-7849397679756522286?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7849397679756522286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=7849397679756522286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7849397679756522286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7849397679756522286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-crap-my-parents-joined-facebook.html' title='Oh Crap. My Parents Joined Facebook!'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sk8A0aZcYyI/AAAAAAAABOQ/-nNtYYwFDQU/s72-c/Facebook+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-2473007488648467082</id><published>2009-06-30T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:10:29.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guinness &amp; Fergal Murray</title><content type='html'>What's harder than trading Guinness for work? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to ShaolinTiger's Twitter feeds and the pictures he attached on Twitpic, i had a chance to catch a glimpse of what i badly missed - alot of Guinness and world master brewer - Fergal Murray - demonstrating how to pour a perfect pint of Guinness Draught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before working in the industry, beer is just beer to me - white or black, tiger or carlsberg. But you'll be amazed to find out that there's just so much behind every beer that you drink, especially a Guinness Draught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much heritage in the drink, let alone the skills required to pour a perfect pint of Guinness. The level of beer &amp;amp; foam is measured in meticulous precision, glass cleanliness is a factor too and there's a skill of designing a shamrock on your foam with the beer tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmm Guinness, just writing about it makes me feel better of being absent. Here are the pictures i stole from ShaolinTiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event venue - Jarrod &amp;amp; Rawlins Damansara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkoaQhwLPuI/AAAAAAAABNg/5NH99LnxIzA/s1600-h/J%26R+Damansara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353119978323918562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkoaQhwLPuI/AAAAAAAABNg/5NH99LnxIzA/s320/J%26R+Damansara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Fergal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353119984066388386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkoaQ3JSYaI/AAAAAAAABNo/O2i3dcGjBrE/s320/Fergal+murray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-2473007488648467082?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/2473007488648467082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=2473007488648467082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2473007488648467082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2473007488648467082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/06/guinness-fergal-murray.html' title='Guinness &amp; Fergal Murray'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkoaQhwLPuI/AAAAAAAABNg/5NH99LnxIzA/s72-c/J%26R+Damansara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-6080353526717691126</id><published>2009-06-28T12:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:15:35.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Crap! - Sunday morning rant</title><content type='html'>When the world was battling the economical meltdown, Malaysia dwelled on a tree in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when the world is combatting the H1N1 or swine flu or whatever fuck you wanna call it epidemic, Malaysia debates on which terms to use in the media. H1NI? Swine flue? Does it make a fucking difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“We in the ministry will continue to use the easy-to-understand term. We will use the A(H1N1) terminology but for subsequent mentions, we will proceed with the term ‘swine flu’,”&lt;/span&gt; Rais Yatim told reporters after the launching of the “1Malaysia” logo by Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/30720-swine-flu-h1n1-rais-now-says-use-both"&gt;http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/30720-swine-flu-h1n1-rais-now-says-use-both&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 1 Malaysia is another joke. SIGH. Datuk Seri Najib Razak’s concept of 1 Malaysia, disparaged so relentlessly by the opposition since its introduction, was distilled this morning into a cultural song-and-dance and this song is expected to be played regularly on all government television and radio stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najib's trying to hypnotize us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dude, we got Astro &amp;amp; the web now... the new generation of ppl dont give a fuck about free to air TV no more dawg.... You're just waisting our tax money creating those unecessary bullshit to try and brainwash the nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-6080353526717691126?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6080353526717691126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=6080353526717691126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6080353526717691126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6080353526717691126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-crap-sunday-morning-rant.html' title='What Crap! - Sunday morning rant'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-1743624372606902832</id><published>2009-06-28T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:11:07.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Review - June Edition - Klang Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italiannies was first opened in One Utama and as its name suggests, its a restaurant specializing in Italian cuisine. No doubt they've been cashing in over the years and have also reinvested in many new branches at the Curve, Sunway, the Gardens ... etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to most of their outlets as I too am a big fan of pizza &amp;amp; pasta and they all serve pretty decent food EXCEPT the branch at the Gardens, Mid Valley. If you've never been there, i put 100 bucks on the table that you're gonna regret it, especially if you're having their pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand if they've got an Italian cook assigned to their most premium outlet but raw pasta just dont cut it with malaysians. Raw pasta as in pasta that's not cooked properly, when its hard to chew on the floury core of the noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse if its not even an Italian cook - which just means they got inexperienced cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's how empty it is on a Saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061037471898146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkZXKDq4miI/AAAAAAAABNQ/0GRultggNC8/s320/IMG_7917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brigther note, PRIME at Le Meridien Hotel, KL Sentral serves the best steak i've ever tasted in town. Nice ambient, good service (although the waitress couldn't get the meaning of 3 quarters done - she only understood medium well), comfy dining chairs, sparkling water, cosy ... just the place you wanna be after an overwhelming week of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061628031782642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkZXsbrVTvI/AAAAAAAABNY/URghLRVkv4k/s320/Prime+le+meridien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an 8oz US center cut tenderloin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352060912235194578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkZXCxIIKNI/AAAAAAAABMw/mlKqUKDRzmo/s320/IMG_7911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian Black Angus tenderloin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352060918681344706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkZXDJJAmsI/AAAAAAAABM4/dc9AAEo_OEc/s320/IMG_7912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo sneaked a picture of me chewing on the medium well baked, 2 inch thick beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352060914223286962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkZXC4iICrI/AAAAAAAABMo/j0PfqEuJFi0/s320/IMG_7908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've covered where not to go for lunch (or dinner) and where to go for dinner, im gonna cover some magnificent places to head to for supper. I dont know if its just me but i love my supper and I only get a chance to have it on weekends because on weekdays, every dinner is equivalent to supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's brunch for breakfast + lunch, what do you call dinner + supper? Dupper? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are not many places in KL that serves noodles which are not soaked in soy sauce. KLan's are just not used to eating noodles when they're not soaking with soy sauce but i prefer it without the soy sauce... like it plain and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this... it's called the Mee Raja (King's noodles) and you can get it at Murni in SS2. Noodles with shrimp, artificial crab meat, chicken and a mixture of vege. Mouth watering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352060920721100818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkZXDQvU0BI/AAAAAAAABNI/VVeJ4IF9Bts/s320/IMG_7923.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Appreciating the company, I brought Jo to the movies at the Gardens and we watched 17 Again. If you've never been to the Signature at GSC, i put another 100 bucks on the table that when you come here, you'd never return to the cinemas you used to go to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkZXDVhfiAI/AAAAAAAABNA/uvCFgjIjsxc/s1600-h/IMG_7918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352060922005260290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkZXDVhfiAI/AAAAAAAABNA/uvCFgjIjsxc/s320/IMG_7918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;17 Again was boring.... if you're not headed to the Cinema for Transformers, dont even think about going... there's just nothing to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food review, Jun 09&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/5256106802346502896-1743624372606902832?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1743624372606902832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=1743624372606902832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1743624372606902832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1743624372606902832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-review-june-edition-klang-valley.html' title='Food Review - June Edition - Klang Valley'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SkZXKDq4miI/AAAAAAAABNQ/0GRultggNC8/s72-c/IMG_7917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-1324648789410152021</id><published>2009-06-24T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:49:07.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine with me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUdDhWfpqxg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUdDhWfpqxg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I invite all of you to take a look at this video. It was just shared today morning at the Eyeblaster digital day conference by a very credible speaker Rahul Thappa, the Leader of Mindshare Malaysia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you seen the video? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a) Yes (pls proceed to read on)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;b) No (pls watch the video before you proceed) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you imagined ever in your life that this is the kinda technology our kids are gonna live with? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im sure your grandparents have never imagined that today, you can watch any video posted on the web from all over the world on your mobile phone with a few clicks. Im sure they have never imagined that today, you can watch your naked neighbour sunbathing on her rooftop in the comfort of your bedroom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, back to the technology shown in the video - if you think about it, the technology is very simple. It's just image recognition that recognizes the gestures of your hand, or the toilet paper or the book or pretty much anything else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And by recognizing the image, it triggers an action - whether is snapping a picture, connecting to your mobile phone to search for information, or showing you a watch. At the end of all these wonders, its just image recognition - connecting to a computer sitting in your mobile phone. So no big deal, just that the combination of a mobile &amp;amp; image recognition is just so vitally deadly!. Like what you're seeing now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, the final piece is the mini projector that projects the results on any screens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This product is out in the US already at the price mentioned in the video, Nokia is launching a phone with a projector and everything seems to be coming in place to put this piece of technology in the mass market. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But can you imagine with me..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- One morning you wake up together with your wife on bed... and she has your tagged pictures on Facebook from last night all over your naked body. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- When you wake up in the morning and your tummy is killing you, you sit in the toilet for ages and... you're reading the papers projected on the toilet door in front of you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- One day in a work interview, the interviewer decides to know a little more about you she puts on the device. And the device (recognizing you and pulling info out from a blog post you wrote) tells the interviewer that you had a one night stand with her daughter while she was drunk last night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Advertisers spend 10million a year on advertising &amp;amp; celebrity endorsements but every consumer that walks to that advertiser's product see a red light projected on it and nobody buys it. This time around, the online influencers (ie bloggers) will be the Ronaldos &amp;amp; Hiltons of the current world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Your wife comes home late one day, you open the door and it says she just had an affair because she shared it on Twitter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- If you're a politician like Chua Soi Lek and one day you're addressing a press conference with pretty much the whole nation watching you live and you suddenly have footages of your sex scandal projected on your white shirt - on National TV. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- You're in the army and you were sent by Bush to invade Iraq. You land in Iraq and the thing tells you that there's no nuclear weapon and you were sent there to bring the oil home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world's gonna be so fucked up hahaha.. but of course you can see it from many other perspectives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;signing off... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-1324648789410152021?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1324648789410152021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=1324648789410152021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1324648789410152021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1324648789410152021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/06/imagine-with-me.html' title='Imagine with me...'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-4587255917001687186</id><published>2009-06-23T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:40:59.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google's vision improving for image search</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sj-zfTbu_KI/AAAAAAAABMg/fl69Az8Uya0/s1600-h/Google.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350192232713354402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sj-zfTbu_KI/AAAAAAAABMg/fl69Az8Uya0/s320/Google.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Google thinks it has made a breakthrough in "computer vision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.i.com.com/cnwk.1d/i/bto/20090619/Acropolis_Cluster_610x660.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google's new landmark search research uses clustering techniques to match similar photos of famous landmarks, such as the Acropolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine stumbling upon a picture of a beautiful site in Europe filled with ancient ruins, one you didn't recognize at first glance while searching for vacation destinations online. Google has developed a way to let a person provide Google with the URL for that image and search a database of over 40 million geotagged photos to match that image to verified landmarks, giving you a destination for that next trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project is still very much in the research stage, said Jay Yagnik, Google's head of computer vision research. The company plans to present a paper Monday at the Computer Vision and Pattern Recognition Conference in Miami detailing its work in proving that large, scattered sets of data can be used to make accurate assessments of individual images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a fundamental advancement in how we look at computer vision," Yagnik said.&lt;br /&gt;To create the "landmark recognition engine," Google took advantage of the 40 million or so images in Picasa and Panoromio that were geotagged with the locations of famous landmarks, like the Eiffel Tower. It also assembled images from travel guide sites such as Wikitravel as a base of landmark photos that had been verified by experts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that data as a backdrop, researchers figured out a way to find the most representative pictures of a landmark using a clustering technique to group images taken from similar perspectives, as well as toss out "noisy" images such as a picture of your family on the street in front of the Eiffel Tower that doesn't really show the landmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when given a fresh image to analyze, the system uses pixel-matching techniques to find small patterns within that image and look for similar patterns within verified photos of landmarks. Google said it has been able to return an accurate result 80 percent of the time, not only naming the landmark but allowing it to supply additional information about the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google is by no means certain when, or if, this research will turn into a product. It is excited, however, that it has found a way to use computers to process large sets of data available on the Internet and return accurate information about images; doing this with text, of course, is what has made Google Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Tom Krazit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-4587255917001687186?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/4587255917001687186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=4587255917001687186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/4587255917001687186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/4587255917001687186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/06/googles-vision-improving-for-image.html' title='Google&apos;s vision improving for image search'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sj-zfTbu_KI/AAAAAAAABMg/fl69Az8Uya0/s72-c/Google.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-2810991535206713319</id><published>2009-06-21T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:16:02.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories over a bottle of whiskey</title><content type='html'>First one's not really a bottle of whiskey, but a round of tequila pops which i've not had for a very very long time. We were at a karaoke in Singapore two weeks ago.... and unbelievably, that was actually my very first time in a karaoke in Singapore which is not surprising because i hate karaokes because the only songs you can really sing to are either oldies or Chinese songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the Tequila pops - the first round of a dozen pops that came in, all of em were at least 3 quarter full, some of em almost full. So we went "eh... how to pop?" to the waiter and he got all confused. He went like "This is tequila pop?" and we went "yeah, but how to pop?". Totally clueless, he went to get his manager who got them replaced with half filled glasses... that was more like it... he left the room and we were ready to down the pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we laid the coasters all in place ready to pound the glasses on the table, the manager suddenly walked in the room and appologized in much humbility. He said to me with a humble and smilling face "Sir, just to let you know that im gonna put this round of pops in a seperate bill" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all confused because we've paid for the previous bill and there's no way it could be in the same bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go "No, same bill pls" but out of professionalism, i went "Yes, seperate bill" and he smilled back like he's hit his KPI for the day...wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one's over a few bottles of whiskey last night at velvet underground. Edison Chen was actually there and he sent hundreds of heavily made up and slutty dressed girls to the club. Man, you should come to KL every weekend, Edison if that's what you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the first time in my life, i saw with my own eyes a homo in action. He was a Malay guy in a suit and looks like he works there at the club. He approached a good friend of mine (who was with me), and who's straight, and introduced himself. My friend, as usual, entertained him and in response, the homo asked where my friend lives and before my friend could answer, he guessed it... right - Kepong... HAHAHA... my friend very entertained went "Haa? ada muka ah?"... while he was high, the homo went straight to the point - "Are you gay?" .... and then adapting to the ackward situation he went "Where are all your girl friends?" to neutralize the situation.. .. what the Fuck, did you hafta make me experience that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was quite surprised that Zouk was selling Scotch Whiskey and single malt Whiskey at a Rm40 variance.... we're talkin about a Chivas and a Glenmorangie. How to sell the Chivas like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third's over a bottle of whiskey, which wasnt supposed to be pouring into the flamming lambo i was sipping up from. Thanks to somebody, i sipped up flamming McCalan and when it kicked in, sent me straight into a toilet cubicle. This is precisely 11 days ago on my birthday.... the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, again over a bottle of whiskey, despite my phobia of karaokes, I actually sang in a karaoke.... and did alot more than 1 song... HAhah wtf.... at least i wasn't dancing on the couches and spilling private stuff over the after-party supper AHHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-2810991535206713319?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/2810991535206713319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=2810991535206713319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2810991535206713319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2810991535206713319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/06/stories-over-bottle-of-whiskey.html' title='Stories over a bottle of whiskey'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-4573343897204419835</id><published>2009-06-20T18:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:04:27.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Lambert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjzFF3eXW6I/AAAAAAAABMY/aqCPsb3Vyk0/s1600-h/iran.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the people of Iran take their desent to the streets, a related revolution is erupting in the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week, Twitter avatars, Facebook mugshots, websites and blogs have been going green in solidarity with Iranians protesting the results of the election, in which incumbent Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has claimed victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not eco-conscious green, but literally, the color green — as in that funky iridescent hue seen through nightvision goggles.They're popping up in all shapes, sizes and forms and will continue to spread like a global epidemic - sure reminds you of H1N1 dont it. But this epidemic, you can't contain with isolation wards or prevent with face masks... its unpreventable, its globalization to the more advanced stages, thanks to social media &amp;amp; the web. A revolutionary tool that Obama embraced to become the first black president in the states, a tool that can now drive political changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still not read an explanation of why green but as support to the cause, my Twitter profile picture has gone green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjzFFqo3r9I/AAAAAAAABMQ/fkDr4KqG1UA/s1600-h/iran+green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349367158545035218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjzFFqo3r9I/AAAAAAAABMQ/fkDr4KqG1UA/s320/iran+green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been an amazing week after coming back from Adtech. Last Saturday, Mindshare was crowned agency of the year at the most prestigious media awards in Malaysia. This marks her 4th consecutive agency of the year win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was terribly proud to be involved in the win, except how my picture came out on adoi magazine. Man, what an angle. Plus, look at who's trying to pin me down.. AHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adoimagazine.com/newhome/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=4415%3Amindshare-makes-it-their-night-again-at-the-msa-awards-night&amp;amp;catid=1%3Abreaking-news&amp;amp;Itemid=2"&gt;http://www.adoimagazine.com/newhome/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=4415%3Amindshare-makes-it-their-night-again-at-the-msa-awards-night&amp;amp;catid=1%3Abreaking-news&amp;amp;Itemid=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sjy_LbSwALI/AAAAAAAABL4/g04xMfYtzo8/s1600-h/msa_night_09_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349360660435173554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sjy_LbSwALI/AAAAAAAABL4/g04xMfYtzo8/s320/msa_night_09_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im proud to have also contributed to the win, by bagging the GOLD under the 'best use of a small budget' category. The win was for a very meaningful campaign Tim and myself embarked on in the early days of Nuffnang. The campaign model has then been used to roll out many other succesful campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349360662984905986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sjy_Lkyp1QI/AAAAAAAABMA/6sZuug7h0Ho/s320/IMG_4730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ddd&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to iHub for designing this popart for my birthday - picture is taken from my old Facebook profile picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349361837122683586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjzAP6y6gsI/AAAAAAAABMI/a0JksOXauIo/s320/popart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Due thanks to all my colleagues at work for throwing me this surprise on my birthday and thanks to audrey for making it public on her blog. &lt;a href="http://fourfeetnine.com/2009/06/17/popeye/#comments"&gt;http://fourfeetnine.com/2009/06/17/popeye/#comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was away in Singapore for a couple of days in an advertising conference and left my car in my workplace basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sjy_K7c-JTI/AAAAAAAABLo/WNHtZYBUGvI/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349360651888108850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sjy_K7c-JTI/AAAAAAAABLo/WNHtZYBUGvI/s320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how it looked like when i came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349360654783488034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sjy_LGPSICI/AAAAAAAABLw/rrCldb846cI/s320/car+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I believe those pictures sticking on the windscreen are of Adam Lambert's or however you spell it.. it's certainly not within my interest to find out. My colleagues found out about how i like to stare at gays so they thought of sticking some of them on my windscreen so i can stare at them all the time whilst im driving. Lack of sticking them the wrong way i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyelashes &amp;amp; lips must have been the work of Audrey... i have got very little doubts about that. Audrey can very soon turn into an official English adjective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was out with Tim &amp;amp; Ming some weeks ago when Tim was trying to buy a handbag for Audrey and when Ming and myself saw the bag he went for... we went "that's so Audrey"... same goes to the lashes man... "so Audrey". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sincerely, thanks alot for the surprise guys (all of you who were involved) - i can feel the love! HAHA love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-4573343897204419835?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/4573343897204419835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=4573343897204419835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/4573343897204419835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/4573343897204419835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/06/adam-lambert.html' title='Adam Lambert'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjzFFqo3r9I/AAAAAAAABMQ/fkDr4KqG1UA/s72-c/iran+green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5862385036538315638</id><published>2009-06-14T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:31:18.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad:Tech Singapore 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad tech is a digital marketing conference for marketers &amp;amp; agencies to seek new opportunities and media owners, publishers &amp;amp; technology providers to promote themselves and create sales leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 2nd year running now, it's been held at Singapore for the convenience of the SEA audience. In previous years, its only held in various parts of China and the travelling time &amp;amp; expenses becomes a barrier for smaller agencies to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347180492425792514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAU8jwDAI/AAAAAAAABLg/QFyGxs69Apg/s320/IMG_7894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, you see people from every Tom Dick &amp;amp; Harry agency from Malaysia... everyone, which of course makes the event merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content didn't turn out to be quite what people expected though. I asked some Singaporeans what they thought of the content and one said "Last year was bad, this year is worse". Alot of them actually left after the keynote presentations - which means USD470 just to attend two 1 hour sessions - and first of the two turned out quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked another Singaporean what he thought and he answered " he he " with a sarcastic smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, i didnt think of it as negatively. At least, i got to network around with new media owners and technology providers, most of them driven here recently from the west which is suffering from saturation and low demands. Also got to catch up with business partners and friends who are working in other markets now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly remember an analogy a representative of Friendster, Ian Stuart, presented when asked what was the difference between Facebook &amp;amp; Friendster. He went "I see Facebook as the living room of the house and Friendster as the bedroom" ....... wtf? Which means i keep my trophies in Facebook and porno DVDs on Friendster? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publishers and media owners also bought space and established booths to showcase their properties and services.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAUmtO05I/AAAAAAAABLY/BBXeSDYD9SQ/s1600-h/IMG_7892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347180486559978386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAUmtO05I/AAAAAAAABLY/BBXeSDYD9SQ/s320/IMG_7892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAUiy-IvI/AAAAAAAABLQ/KQsaCWwuBa0/s1600-h/IMG_7891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347180485510308594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAUiy-IvI/AAAAAAAABLQ/KQsaCWwuBa0/s320/IMG_7891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i also enjoyed was watching CNN from my hotel room with this scenery over the left side of my bed - the Esplanade of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347180231050223362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAFu29XwI/AAAAAAAABKg/b_jlxLNJ9pI/s320/IMG_7864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how it looked at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAUcAwL4I/AAAAAAAABLI/ejLr3bx9LHg/s1600-h/IMG_7886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347180483689066370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAUcAwL4I/AAAAAAAABLI/ejLr3bx9LHg/s320/IMG_7886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Singapore this time was also the first time i had cold crabs. Like cold crabs with their red shells still on em. Was certainly not quite used to the temperature of what you expect to be hot and steamy but it turned out to be pretty good. Had it at a pretty decent restaurant called ONE 15 at Sentosa Island, thanks to iHub media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347180231425991698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAFwQjJBI/AAAAAAAABKo/fTWLbKq3JRU/s320/IMG_7875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347180235634717154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAF_7_MeI/AAAAAAAABKw/LLkJMJ5B3rc/s320/IMG_7876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coicidentally, my birthday fell on the 2nd day of Ad tech so on the night of the 1st day, we parties at 7atenine on the Esplanade. Wasn't totally my birthday party - merely a hint - but was a more interesting digital conference than whatever the professors and whatsoever directors &amp;amp; chief executives could offer at the conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347180237333543746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAGGRBO0I/AAAAAAAABK4/SG5GkkwItII/s320/IMG_7879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that was the birthday hint........ fucking Yogesh! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAGIkoIVI/AAAAAAAABLA/gjDBfLYdqwM/s1600-h/IMG_7884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347180237952655698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAGIkoIVI/AAAAAAAABLA/gjDBfLYdqwM/s320/IMG_7884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/5256106802346502896-5862385036538315638?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5862385036538315638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5862385036538315638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5862385036538315638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5862385036538315638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/06/adtech-singapore-2009.html' title='Ad:Tech Singapore 2009'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SjUAU8jwDAI/AAAAAAAABLg/QFyGxs69Apg/s72-c/IMG_7894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5944668954242181850</id><published>2009-06-07T15:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:24:02.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger beer's Standout party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party at HQnine, TTDI Plaza last night was the culmination of a very successful Standout campaign Tiger embarked on to position itself as the beer of choice for the modern day drinkers. To compliment the campaign, Tiger beer also released limited edition bottle wraps with very contemporary street designs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344591221564242098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SivNZi8B-LI/AAAAAAAABKY/NFkJetWkORY/s320/tiger+beer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the event, Tiger beer campaigned for the limited edition bottles through modern day lifestyle magazines and top dailies, subsequently inviting all Tiger lovers to congregate and interact with one another in an official Facebook community for Tiger beer fans- &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/tigerbeer"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/tigerbeer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 2 months after its creation, more than 12,000 Facebook users have joined the community, interacting with each other on the Wall, sharing pictures and communicating with the brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's Standout party was also endorsed by popular media personalities, celebrity bloggers and members of the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at the party, I was especially privileged to have personally met Susan Boyle, a special guests at the event. She was a contestant in British Got Talent who became known when she sang "&lt;a title="I Dreamed a Dream" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Dreamed_a_Dream"&gt;I Dreamed a Dream&lt;/a&gt;" from &lt;a title="Les Misérables (musical)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Mis%C3%A9rables_(musical)"&gt;Les Misérables&lt;/a&gt; in the competition's first round. I was also able to grab a quick biography off the popular singer while we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Susan Margaret Boyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Scottish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born: 1 April 1961&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrument: Vocals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitwIlA4w9I/AAAAAAAABKQ/-U0HtVfhfaQ/s1600-h/IMG_7848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344488675482321874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitwIlA4w9I/AAAAAAAABKQ/-U0HtVfhfaQ/s320/IMG_7848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Boyle also has a hidden talent, apart from singing, that's yet to be discovered. But with the flash lights from the media after last nights event, it would no longer be a hidden talent. Well as you can already see, this is our own Malaysian version of Susan Boyle and he... yes he is the author behind the very popular kennysia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the hidden talent, Kenny Susan Boyle excels in pantyhose-tug-of-war, a tug-of-war game you tug with your head, not your hands, and tug a pantyhose, not tug a rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvziHzFiI/AAAAAAAABJ4/4aq922zJQK8/s1600-h/IMG_7841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344488313928750626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvziHzFiI/AAAAAAAABJ4/4aq922zJQK8/s320/IMG_7841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344488312254589458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sitvzb4pahI/AAAAAAAABJo/Mg16XRQxcqQ/s320/IMG_7843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even poppy lost to Boyle hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344488314471834098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvzkJR4fI/AAAAAAAABKA/gHw9g9pQz4s/s320/IMG_7847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mix.fm DJ Jojo Struys co-hosted local artiste Liang for the night. Jojo was losing her voice on stage and still sounded like a kitten in Liang's 8-cylinder powered voice on full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvXzOHKSI/AAAAAAAABJg/eTz87EKAnUs/s1600-h/IMG_7820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344487837482297634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvXzOHKSI/AAAAAAAABJg/eTz87EKAnUs/s320/IMG_7820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fourfeetnine.com/"&gt;Fourfeetnine&lt;/a&gt; posed for the media, how she is a Standout in life, like this. I still cant quite figure out what she was trying to do but it would have been much easier if it was a puppy on this pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvXrWpCBI/AAAAAAAABJY/br0aTSF6Uss/s1600-h/IMG_7822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344487835370588178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvXrWpCBI/AAAAAAAABJY/br0aTSF6Uss/s320/IMG_7822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is my my colleague's brother's girlfriend, Suet Li. Everytime i see her, it reminds me of the advertorial she wrote for Oreo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344488677201561410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitwIrayR0I/AAAAAAAABKI/3PtaGYpTHaM/s320/IMG_7832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 from the right are the co-founders of Nuffnang, Tim &amp;amp; Ming. The cute japanese girl, Audrey, is seeing one of the co-founders, is also my team mate at work and we're also clients of the co-founders. So that's the relationship between the 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvXRSBPYI/AAAAAAAABJQ/i8BGi5ruOMY/s1600-h/IMG_7824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344487828371881346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvXRSBPYI/AAAAAAAABJQ/i8BGi5ruOMY/s320/IMG_7824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You seen 300? One of these Spartans lost in a tug-of-war with the 48 year old Susan Boyle. Shame to the spartans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvXM_FY7I/AAAAAAAABJI/PrwQ1PCtCuE/s1600-h/IMG_7830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344487827218719666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvXM_FY7I/AAAAAAAABJI/PrwQ1PCtCuE/s320/IMG_7830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of Venice. See Pin, the golden pork chop was the Standout queen of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvXDj-zVI/AAAAAAAABJA/BxkaNlGOVCA/s1600-h/IMG_7833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344487824689122642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SitvXDj-zVI/AAAAAAAABJA/BxkaNlGOVCA/s320/IMG_7833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; d&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was another contender for Standout queen, a belly dancer. Clean shave but no cleavage so *buzzer* too bad, you need to focus at the right place next time babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SituzjrF48I/AAAAAAAABI4/YsZf4pnqMqE/s1600-h/IMG_7852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344487214833591234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SituzjrF48I/AAAAAAAABI4/YsZf4pnqMqE/s320/IMG_7852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ringo came as.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Situzr06DFI/AAAAAAAABIw/qoRWLMC87E4/s1600-h/IMG_7849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344487217022241874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Situzr06DFI/AAAAAAAABIw/qoRWLMC87E4/s320/IMG_7849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy Birthday dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SituzZg6PXI/AAAAAAAABIo/6oNTTplWRvs/s1600-h/IMG_7854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344487212106530162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SituzZg6PXI/AAAAAAAABIo/6oNTTplWRvs/s320/IMG_7854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecelia Cheung dumped Edison ever since their private pictures leaked on the net. Ever-since, she's been seeing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SituzWqEQ9I/AAAAAAAABIg/D0muzkyGYoY/s1600-h/IMG_7859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344487211339629522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SituzWqEQ9I/AAAAAAAABIg/D0muzkyGYoY/s320/IMG_7859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 BIG CHEER to Tiger Beer.... Hip Hip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SituzMsNpGI/AAAAAAAABIY/omacQqlYvgk/s1600-h/IMG_7856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344487208664278114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SituzMsNpGI/AAAAAAAABIY/omacQqlYvgk/s320/IMG_7856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/5256106802346502896-5944668954242181850?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5944668954242181850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5944668954242181850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5944668954242181850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5944668954242181850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiger-beers-standout-party.html' title='Tiger beer&apos;s Standout party'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SivNZi8B-LI/AAAAAAAABKY/NFkJetWkORY/s72-c/tiger+beer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-320659143249185736</id><published>2009-06-01T21:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:39:30.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days of Freedom in Melaka</title><content type='html'>Went down to Melaka last weekend on a road trip and it was a blast, totally! Was headin down for 2 days of Freedom, a "rave" held at the A Famosa Resort. I really just wanted to experience a rave in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told not to have too high an expectation as the previous "rave" my mates attended ended up in a pool of mud. So i went to Freedom with basically zero expectations and just literally took at as it was.. and it was alright. Definitely far from Godskitchen and BassStation but on local standards it was alright.... just that it didnt fucking sell alcohol. A rave with no alcohol? it's like a sea with no fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it still attracted a massive crowd, most of them at a high a level higher than being drunk and at least 70% of them Malays. Talk about criticizing international acts performing in Malaysia with short skirts, and you let your people take Ketamine, LSD and ecstacy at rave parties. nvm..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rave scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342359779917042450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPf6jBKExI/AAAAAAAABH0/hlQuhS_4Uf4/s320/2+days+of+freedom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary DJ Console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPf7HidxBI/AAAAAAAABIM/3kq-zz8RXs4/s1600-h/2+days+of+freedom+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342359789720421394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPf7HidxBI/AAAAAAAABIM/3kq-zz8RXs4/s320/2+days+of+freedom+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary DJ Console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPf66YA5nI/AAAAAAAABIA/NCzkfd3a-Sk/s1600-h/2+days+of+freedom+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342359786186925682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPf66YA5nI/AAAAAAAABIA/NCzkfd3a-Sk/s320/2+days+of+freedom+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what i enjoyed more was the after parties at the bangalows - much more than the rave party. I was at a mates place on both nights where he had his personal console and it spun till dawn ... no cops, alcohol to drugs available, massive projector screen, swimming pool, garden... definitely better than the hot, sweaty, long walk, no alcohol rave party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, we also managed to catch a glimpse of Melaka and what really caught my attention is the existence of the traditional looking bangalows you're quite familiar with because you've seen them in your history books.... with sharp protruding roofs and some of them hosting trishaws. Baba and Nyonya, Portugese shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342355184798382162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPbvE3fuFI/AAAAAAAABHA/t5rHJkzMsYo/s320/IMG_7776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPbv8co2WI/AAAAAAAABHg/ME6Th3x2BYs/s1600-h/IMG_7809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342355199718119778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPbv8co2WI/AAAAAAAABHg/ME6Th3x2BYs/s320/IMG_7809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPbvvhJo1I/AAAAAAAABHY/ovaq1yW08qM/s1600-h/IMG_7810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342355196247384914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPbvvhJo1I/AAAAAAAABHY/ovaq1yW08qM/s320/IMG_7810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house's got a trishaw in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPbvZSUiOI/AAAAAAAABHQ/HzTf-pmRDso/s1600-h/IMG_7804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342355190279604450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPbvZSUiOI/AAAAAAAABHQ/HzTf-pmRDso/s320/IMG_7804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the newer developments retain that sharp looking roof... talk about preservation and heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPbvXRKC9I/AAAAAAAABHI/AlZ-9D2PAVY/s1600-h/IMG_7783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342355189737851858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPbvXRKC9I/AAAAAAAABHI/AlZ-9D2PAVY/s320/IMG_7783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Nyonya food is really lavishing so we didnt miss the chance to drop by a Nyonya restaurant for some snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342359771461859058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPf6DhSNvI/AAAAAAAABHo/KpLU1pAO1OM/s320/IMG_7788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This restaurant we discovered by accident, called RESTORAN NYONYA MAKKO had best in class snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPaDzyQHPI/AAAAAAAABG4/nEbI7ISwpbI/s1600-h/IMG_7791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342353341966982386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPaDzyQHPI/AAAAAAAABG4/nEbI7ISwpbI/s320/IMG_7791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their fried tofu and a minced meat and spring onion topping is fucking delicious! The contrast of the chewy salty minced meat and the tender sweet fried beancurd just gets on your tastebuds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dish behind was Mango slices with some tangy sauce with lots of chilli.... mouth watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPaDn3c-2I/AAAAAAAABGw/W_Z5SPWgBKs/s1600-h/IMG_7795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342353338767571810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPaDn3c-2I/AAAAAAAABGw/W_Z5SPWgBKs/s320/IMG_7795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gourmet chicken springroll ... or something like "lobak"... like never tasted in KL before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPaDY_BsxI/AAAAAAAABGo/WK4YR3Sl9BQ/s1600-h/IMG_7794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342353334772806418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPaDY_BsxI/AAAAAAAABGo/WK4YR3Sl9BQ/s320/IMG_7794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this.... i've never tasted in my life and by far one of the BEST deserts i've ever had. It's sago in gula Melaka.... and its as simple as that. But the gula Melaka (some sort of brown sugar) was just heavenly tasty and the sago was amazingly tender it just melts in your mouth with the gula Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPaDPB4ezI/AAAAAAAABGg/vysQ_qgXCnc/s1600-h/IMG_7796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342353332100430642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPaDPB4ezI/AAAAAAAABGg/vysQ_qgXCnc/s320/IMG_7796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPaC1QICzI/AAAAAAAABGY/sTpL-5J7nFc/s1600-h/IMG_7797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342353325180848946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPaC1QICzI/AAAAAAAABGY/sTpL-5J7nFc/s320/IMG_7797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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;&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/5256106802346502896-320659143249185736?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/320659143249185736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=320659143249185736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/320659143249185736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/320659143249185736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-days-of-freedom-in-melaka.html' title='2 days of Freedom in Melaka'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SiPf6jBKExI/AAAAAAAABH0/hlQuhS_4Uf4/s72-c/2+days+of+freedom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-1865174551021982313</id><published>2009-05-27T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:01:05.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook takes on Russians</title><content type='html'>Now here's a topic which is very close to me, besides socio-politics, as i feed on the digital media industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is an app that has taken the world by storm, now with 200million registered users. 30% of them US citizens and rest, from everywhere else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it was a top 10 buzzword in Malaysia, in 2008. In that full year alone, its grown from 100K registered users to now hovering around 2 million. Incredible, mindblowing growth but not surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, word of mouth about Facebook was tremendous... it was like an epidemic. Advertisers like Maxis and Media owners like Hitz.FM subsequently rode on the Facebook bandwagon and blew it in the mainstream media further propelling the steeply surging growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is now an everyday dosage to many. Research showed that an average Malaysian would log on Facebook twice a day and spend 42 minutes in total. Facebook is becoming the Tomogochi (or however you spell that device which lets you fucking feed a virtual pet) of yerterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook has also been constantly revamping its site, keeping up with new trends like Tweeting - making their homepage look homogeneus to a Twitter homepage. It's introduced a chat bar now too which i believe many are using. Well, why not? with the 240M injection of funds from MSN.... funny thing is MSN is not even selling Facebook in Malaysia, despite terms stating otherwise. Worse for MSN is, Facebook's value has depreciated from 15B to 10B... Microsoft, Microsoft.... they're just sooooo trying to catch up with the other web players. If i start talking about Google, Microsoft will be like a Burma of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Facebook has just recently taken on a Russian investor injecting 200M into its coffers (article below) Mark says that its just gonna be a cushion for the turmoil but i think they got something up their sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook also resumes to crack their brains hard on monetizing its platform which is visited by 60M Americans. This is again another topic im very fond of. I've spoken to many about the future of monetizing social media and ive heard from many ppl from many different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say its time to look to the east, Some say they will find a suitable revenue model, Some say they will make you take on a subscription fee when it eventually becomes a way of your life (like your mobile phone), Some say they will take on transactions or some other models and profit from it and many other perspectives from different addicts of the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now enough of selling Facebook, here's the article from adage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK (AdAge.com) -- Facebook will get some help dealing with its already-commanding international presence from a Russian investor group, which today took a $200 million stake in the social network that valued Facebook at $10 billion. The money will also provide what CEO Mark Zuckerberg called a cash "buffer" in difficult economic times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social network's global growth has been rapid, and while it's had a hard time figuring out how to turn its U.S. visitors into revenue, it now has to figure out what to do with all the international visitors that have signed up in the past year as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the investment also means Facebook is valued less today than in summer 2007, when Microsoft pumped in $240 million at a $15 billion implied valuation. But Mr. Zuckerberg argued that Microsoft's investment was made near the market peak and was part of a multifaceted business relationship that included an advertising deal and an agreement to work together on search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was a strategic relationship with a lot of different components," Mr. Zuckerberg said on a conference call. "It was a year and a half ago, and it was a different world at the time."&lt;br /&gt;Multiple revenue modelsDigital Sky Technologies, which holds stakes in Russian portal Mail.ru and social network Vkontakte.ru, got a 1.96% preferred equity stake in the company for its cash and also said it agreed to buy "at least" another $100 million of Facebook stock from current and past employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Zuckerberg said Facebook chose DST because it has investments in several overseas social networks, all with different business models, such as advertising and direct payments.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook has more than 200 million registered users, 70% of which are outside the U.S. Overseas audiences are a tough sell for advertisers, but Facebook is testing a &lt;a class="body" title="App Revenue Is Poised to Surpass Facebook Revenue" href="http://adage.com/digital/article?article_id=136700"&gt;payments system&lt;/a&gt; that would help it tap one area of business that is growing internationally: the sale of virtual goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Payments are not a large part of the business so far, but we believe it could be in the future," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employees cash outThe deal will allow Facebook employees to cash out at least some of their sizeable stakes, which some have been trying to do for some time. Mr. Zuckerberg declined to comment on a Wall Street Journal report that those shares would be purchased at a $6.5 billion valuation, indicating a big gulf between employee-held stock and preferred stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a private company, there is no market in our shares, so it's tough to say what a valuation would be," he said. "It is accurate to say the common stock would be different from this because there aren't any preferences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DST, led by former Mail.ru CEO Yuri Milner and two other partners, won't join the Facebook board and won't be given "special observer rights" to the board's activities. Mr. Zuckerberg said the investment doesn't affect Facebook's plans for an initial public offering, rumored for some time. "It's not something we're thinking about right now and not something we're rushing towards," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Zuckerberg stressed that the investment is a cushion and is not required for Facebook to reach its goal of becoming cash-flow positive in 2010. Facebook is expected to earn $500 million in revenue in 2009 and has more than 850 employees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-1865174551021982313?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1865174551021982313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=1865174551021982313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1865174551021982313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1865174551021982313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook-takes-on-russians.html' title='Facebook takes on Russians'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-3423767855504327655</id><published>2009-05-24T14:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:46:51.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Improve quality of education</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since i updated my blog so here I am. I've not thought of any interesting content over the last few days so i'll be blogging about a topic i discussed with a friend of mine through lunch. It's about the quality of education in Malaysia which is horrendous, provokes social segregation, racially provocative, cultivates a narrow mindset, discourages expressions and personal opinions, profiled, confusing and doomed to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will pick up all the points as i bring you through my true experience of education right from primary school. Pls mind my language as sometimes, the truth can be painful. But here's the ultimate truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of writing this blog is really just a voice to criticize the quality of education in Malaysia. For the good of the country, the educational stucture must be relooked into, revamped and made competitive to world standards. And it is very critical that it be looked into as education is key in shaping a progressive society and culture, and this is crucial in a developing country like Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enrolled into a missionary school when i was 7 for 3 reasons i believe, although i've never clarified with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the school was a 10 minutes walk from my parents office so everyday after school, I would walk with a bunch of friends to the office so our parents could avoid the massive after-school traffic. The 'bunch of friends' are sons and daughters of my parents collegues and we were made to be friends with each other through parties, beach BBQs and many other social activities our parents orgazine, so we could look out for each other in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, its a Catholic missionary school so we would pray every morning before the school served us biscuits and milo for breakfast. Im a born Catholic so my parents probably wanted me to practise the religion or at least grow up in such an environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, it was one of the 2 missionary schools in town (the other one an anglican missionary school) that produces the more academically qualified students who will mostly graduate in a foreign university and have a relatively higher status than the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will talk about the educational system i experienced when i was in 'primary' school (term for education given to minors who are between the ages of 7 - 12) to as much as i can recall. In grade 1, because my mum knew the school principal, i was enrolled into 1A. There were many subsequent classes - 1B, 1C.... until 1F or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In grade 1, the classes were sort of profiled but not totally. Every class had a mixture of Chinese and "Iban/Malays" or what we call the "lakia". These were the 'bumiputeras' (mainlanders) whom our Chinese parents term the secondary race and they were always used as examples of the "what not to dos" like not flushing the toilet after use, or not showering at least twice a day, or digging your nose in public, or even having bad hair and skin.. and all the bad habits. You do it, your parents will call you "lakia" (And just to be fair to the "lakia"s, they called us Chinese the 'Cina Babi', or just 'Cina')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But, you will see that 1A will have a high ratio of Chinese over the lakias and 1F will probably have 100% lakias. This is pretty much all i can remember from 7 - 9 as I clearly recalled that most of my 'friends' (sons and daughters of my parents colleagues) were in my same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was 10, that was when i was in grade 4A, the classes became totally profiled. 4A will cater for the brighest students in the school, while 4F will host the not as bright. By this year, my class had almost 85% Chinese, 10% Malays and 5% Ibans and Indians. Im not implying that the 85% race were smarter but its a genuine statistic and I grew up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In grade 4, i have a memory of an incident when a 'teacher' pinched me in the abs and eventually punched me i lost my breath for almost 1 solid minute, my face turned pale. I was punished for having an opinion to his lecture. He did it to a few of my other 'friends' and because we look out for each other, all of us will eventually get the pincher and puncher. It was a warning that in his lectures, we were to shut up, listen and take notes - not a fucking noise. Let alone an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In grade 6, i became a prefect. I was then very rebellious, mischevious and did not create a very good reputation for myself but i was still made a prefect because my elder brother and mum had an influence on the decision (same case when i eventually became prefect in Form 5). Anyway, besides having to wear a tie and being given an opportunity to stand at the very back during assemblies - so we boys could stare at whichever hottie and their asses - i dont recall much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 'secondary' school (term for education to teens between the ages of 13 - 17), things became more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In form 1 (secondary school year 1), the classes were again academically profiled. 1A will host all the students who scores all A's in their major examination in primary school (UPSR) or at least almost all A's. 1F will host students with the worst results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering secondary school was also pretty fun for us because the school had more sports facilities - like a baseball pitch, football field, basketball court, volleyball court and so on. And sorry for stereotyping again but the basketball court + volleyball courts will always be populated by the Chinese while the lakia's play football on the field and get all muddy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 3 was when we sit for a major examination called the PMR and this is also a very significant year for most of my schoolmates as they started to explore and found their first girlfriends and boyfriends. Speaking about this, i remembered a Chinese friend of mine, who was a prefect. He fell in love with a Malay girl who was very sweet and intelligent. He was warned by the school that doing so would set a bad example to the other students so he was given an ultimatum to drop the girlfriend or drop the post. Well at that age, most definitely, he went for the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Form 3 was also when our Malay history teacher instilled racial elements into her lectures. She once told the class (which had a good mixture for Christians, Muslims and Buddhists) that "only Christianity and Islam are true religions. Buddhism is statue idolization"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 3 - Form 5 was the most memorable years of all as there were many first experiences. We also got very mischevious with the 'teachers'. The better ones will earn our respect from the second he/she steps into the class while the average ones will either survive because they're hot or face the mischief from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our teachers, i clearly remember, was called Mr Ivan. He was in his 60's so due to the generation gap, we could hardly relate to him. He got it from us. At one event, we grinded chalk in our drawers until they turn to powder. We gather all the powder in between an A4 paper and roll it up until it looks like a cylinder. We will hold an end to our mouth and blow the chalk on his ass after he walks by our desks - he loves walking around the class. Every class, we wanted to give him like 6 dosages of powder on his ass. Well it only took 1 attempt before he found out - we were punished to stand on the table for 2 hours and chew paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another teacher, a lady also in her 60's, was referred to as Ultraman. It took me quite a few months, after calling her that, before i got curious why she was called "Ultraman". And the reason was that she had a mole on her neck and they say that if you move the mole up to her forehead, she will look like Ultraman. LOL. That was quite creative but the point is, weak teachers will suffer and we students can come up with all sorts of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to academics, we sat for our biggest most major examination in Form 5 and that was called the 'SPM'. An exam where couples break-up and bad boys turn good just to strike a really good result in this exam - because it pretty much determines your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're Chinese and you get a Grade 2, you might not end up with such a bright future unless your parents are businessmen. If your Malay or lakia, its alright - you'll prolly get a scholarship to the UK if you get a Grade 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most crucial subject to score in SPM, is Bahasa Malaysia. Because you get to pick the 6 best scores for the 9 subjects you sit for and Bahasa Malaysia is the only compulsory subject you must take into account. I fucking hated Bahasa Malaysia and the reason its made compulsory disgusted me. After form 5, you do not even speak the language, let alone helping you in your career. The only time you use it is when you direct a taxi driver in KL, but even my Burmese and Nepalese friends pick up how to direct taxi drivers after a couple of months so no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bahasa Malaysia will also confuse you. I swear i was fucking good in Chemistry in secondary school i even tuitioned my other friends for a cost - so thats how good i was. One holiday i travelled to KK with my parents and we stayed with the cousins who went to International school. One cousin asked me what subject i was really good in and i told her Chemistry. She then put a little test on me by asking me what was the scientific symbol for Sodium Chloride. I told her she was joking because i can memorize the whole table of substances and non of it is Sodium Chrolide. Well, i eventually found out that my school tought me the Bahasa Malaysia version of the substance's name - which was Natrium Klorida or some shit like that. When i went into Uni, where all the terms were in English, i struggled the hell out of matching the English and BM terms together..... its like re-learning Chemistry. So you know what i mean by confusing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other subject i hated was History, or Sejarah because there were hundreds of names to memorize and you memorize them because you need to pass the exam. And all these were fucking long names that sounds similiar to each other. Sultan Azaludin Mahmud Shah, Sultan Mahmum Allaludin Shan, Sultan Mahmud 3... and hundreds of such names, each representating something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, i still passed the history papre with flying colours because my mum sent me to this very reputable teacher who closer to the exam gave me 8 tip questions for History. The exam later had 4 questions, which were all identified in the 8 tip questions. He was confident enough to tell me that i could drop everything and just study the 8 questions he provided. I trusted him and it didnt go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk about tuitions, i went to tuition for Physics, Biology, Add Maths, English, Bahasa Malaysia, History, Art and Chemistry. Yes, all the fucking subjects. I had minimum 1 tuition class everyday, of the 7 days of the week. Half the week, i go for 2-3 tuition classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is very typical of 'A' students because it was very competitive in class and there was alot of pressure amongst all the students. We had to make sure the lowest scoring paper is still better than the best scoring paper in the 'B' class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'F' students on the other hand come to school stoned on weed and carry a big pillow in their bags. It's a good sign that they come to school. Some of the girls get pregnant, alot of the boys get into social problems like gambling, drugs and joining the triads. But i don't blame them. They are positioned by the school to be failures. The teachers dont teach these classes... they walk in and say "masa sendiri" which means this is your own time. They are the least prioritized by the school in any aspect and they come to school everyday thinking they're stupid. They live in such a confined mindset of - I will fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was fortunate enough to be in the 'A' class from the start of kindy to the end of secondary school but all the knowledge i gained was all the stuff that were written in the textbooks - knew nothing beyond textbooks. We also became very passive students - students who shut up and listen and take notes. And not allowed to have an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not realize until i studied in Melbourne, where i went through culture shock for the first few months of school... maybe the whole of the first year. I was the Asian who does not have a single opinion to any subjects they discussed in class, the Asian who even with an opinion, did not know how to express it. It was a disgusting feeling but i got over it and adapted and became as expressive. I later graduated, came out to the industry and became who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, what about those who were not as priviledged along the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students who were profiled by the school to fail in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students who were spoon-fed and do not have the initiative to live their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students who were asked to shut up in class and never had a chance to express themselves and thus not go very far in their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-3423767855504327655?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/3423767855504327655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=3423767855504327655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/3423767855504327655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/3423767855504327655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/05/education.html' title='Improve quality of education'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-2842464144757941829</id><published>2009-05-21T21:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:49:15.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a Standout in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a Standout in Life &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im a Standout in Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuffnang: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Embed the image below into your blog post. (image below). 5 random bloggers who are spotted with this image in their blog will be given a Nintendo DS Lite each just for being lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVbnQZ_ZtI/AAAAAAAABFw/qFHg8R3CDOU/s1600-h/standout-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338273663294596818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVbnQZ_ZtI/AAAAAAAABFw/qFHg8R3CDOU/s320/standout-image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nuffnang: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tell us how outstanding you are in your blog. Tell us what a standout you are in your life by posting a blog post blog titled 'I'm a Standout in Life'. You can tell us how you can repeat the alphabet from back to front easily, count the distance from each planet in the solar system using your own formula, how you manage to lick your own elbow, ability to jump and eat chips at the same time. It could be anything! Tell us in text, pictures or/and videos! It's entirely up to you on how you want to standout!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am a standout in life because my head seems to be sticking out all the time - so i literally stand out. Imagine a papaya tree sticking out of a football field.... not that my head looks like a papaya tree but it will stand out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338272607406820690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVapy6ujVI/AAAAAAAABFA/sRk4sMj9f-k/s320/standout.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im a standout in life because i can do a split 4 feet above ground level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338272612724935250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVaqGuqilI/AAAAAAAABFQ/j39qxaW1GpE/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Im a standout in life because over the years I spent in Australia during my Uni days, i picked up animal telephaty and i practised it on wild kangaroos. Having mastered the skill over the years, i served voluntarily for an wildlife NGO taming wild Kangaroos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVbnQHfkHI/AAAAAAAABFo/li5XeShZuGM/s1600-h/Aus+910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338273663217012850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVbnQHfkHI/AAAAAAAABFo/li5XeShZuGM/s320/Aus+910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im a standout in life because ive seen through time more than anyone else. A Bulgarian mate of mine invented a device that allows you to time travel. I volunteered as a white mice in the troubleshooting stages of the device and I chose to travel to Germany back in the 1940's but it took me to a deserty gold mine in the 30's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I coincidentally met myself from the past generation to much amazement, but he didnt look too different from the me of the current generation. I saw that he was Chinese and found him in a Gold mine in Ballarat.... he must have been a very successful businessman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVaqaPd2QI/AAAAAAAABFg/mgNIkbBLAYM/s1600-h/Aus+653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338272617962789122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVaqaPd2QI/AAAAAAAABFg/mgNIkbBLAYM/s320/Aus+653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the opportunity to take Raggae to Rome through a Jamaican mate of mine who's a rasta of Jah. The gladiators loved it so much they all grew fat from smoking too much pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338282444879443938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVjmaW-N-I/AAAAAAAABGA/Oc9yWPEE8Z0/s320/zzz2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that im a standout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338283451997457554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVkhCKnjJI/AAAAAAAABGI/0uvVNrqK6rk/s320/standout+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVaqAj3uyI/AAAAAAAABFY/VQfE3_RiN3o/s1600-h/080531-AIP_3848.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-2842464144757941829?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/2842464144757941829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=2842464144757941829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2842464144757941829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2842464144757941829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-standout-in-life.html' title='Im a Standout in Life'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/ShVbnQZ_ZtI/AAAAAAAABFw/qFHg8R3CDOU/s72-c/standout-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5400881438382951987</id><published>2009-05-18T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:53:57.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The makings of an UMNO politician</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some hillarious shit i picked up from Malaysia Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The makings of an Umno politician&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old kampung imam had a teenage son, and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many young men his age, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Holy Quran.&lt;br /&gt;2. A fifty ringgit note.&lt;br /&gt;3. A bottle of whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;4. And a Playboy magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll just hide behind the door," the old imam said to himself. "When he comes home from school today, I'll see which object he picks up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it's the holy book, he's going to be an imam like me, and what a blessing that would be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If he picks up the fifty ringgit note, he's going to be a businessman, and that would be okay, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunken bum, and God, what a shame that would be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And worst of all if he picks up that magazine he's going to be a skirt-chasing womaniser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he entered the house whistling and heading for his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them. Finally, he picked up the Holy Book and placed it under his arm. He picked up the fifty ringgit note and dropped into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink, while he admired the magazine's centerfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God have mercy," the old imam disgustedly whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's going to be an Umno politician!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-5400881438382951987?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5400881438382951987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5400881438382951987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5400881438382951987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5400881438382951987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/05/makings-of-umno-politician.html' title='The makings of an UMNO politician'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-7397534913080033762</id><published>2009-05-17T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:02:15.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rihanna Nude - CLIMAX of a publicity stunt</title><content type='html'>Now here's some Sunday evening entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 3 months ago, a day before Valentines Day, Rihanna was scheduled to show her big titties and sexy legs in ironically Malaysia, the land of extreme conservatives. Tickets were on sale, Celcom (as usual) inked a 'title sponsor' deal with the event company and advertised and PRed the hell out of it because they have an endless supply of marketing dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the news came to my ears, i was quite surprised that the government actually permitted this concert as they have hardly came in terms before with artistes who perform with their panties on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336733857210426786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jKvvT5aI/AAAAAAAABEA/z3AziJ7GU50/s320/Rihanna+concert.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However not long after i pondered, PAS youth - extremists of extreme conservativeness - called for a press conference to boycott the Rihana concert to "protest against the offensive and suffering of the Palestinian people" WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAS youth also claimed that Israel was funded by the American public including Rihanna who lives in California. And the concert can be construed as supporting Israel's offensive in the Gaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides being extremely conservative, their ideology as you can see, is also pretty fucked up. BTW, they have also been endorsing the enforcement of Islamic laws in Malaysia, like chopping of your hands if you were caught stealing..... Fuck, if they would EVER come to power, id be sailing like a refugee to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336733854289702386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jKk29LfI/AAAAAAAABDw/XWwEkhUrrew/s320/Rihanna+news.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a month away to the Rihanna concert, hype was massive but so was PAS Youth's boycott call winning alot of press coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked really messed up for Rihanna. I mean, I wouldn't wanna perform in Malaysia on the eve of Valentines day and risk a suicide bomber running into the stadium when im performing on stage. It's just totally not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coicidentally enough, Rihanna had to cancel her trip to Malaysia because she got beaten by her then (and probably now too) boyfriend Chris Brown. After the news was released, they then cruised to a secret island and toasted champaigne to Valentines day, leaving the world thinking that they were filing law suits during valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures were released but the bruises that showed were JUST SO CONVINCING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336734688360165522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_j7IA2cJI/AAAAAAAABE4/RxQke-QAAtk/s320/rihanna+beaten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after eluding the Malaysian concert, Rihanna and Chris Brown had to mend their "broken relationship" in public so they could freely hold hands and kiss in public again. So some hints were released to the paparazzis and within a day, news went out that Rihanna were in terms again with ex-boyfriend Chris Brown. She thought it was that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very long after, mother of the world Oprah Winfrey issued a press statement warning Rihanna of her action quoting "A man who beats his wife once, wont hesitate to do it a second time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to shut her up, Rihanna pulls of what i call the culmination of a - "Topless camwhoring pictures leaked" - publicity stunt to achieve 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Popularity via increased sexual desire (leveraging the success of Paris Hilton) and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That she's still in good terms with Chris Brown (the lacy pink mohawk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jXBQyLqI/AAAAAAAABEw/fqsu-j93SFw/s1600-h/rihanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336734068072656546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jXBQyLqI/AAAAAAAABEw/fqsu-j93SFw/s320/rihanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, she's got hot pierced titties. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336734061429717442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jWog--cI/AAAAAAAABEY/g4Q8HPnN3oA/s320/rihanna+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sizzling ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jW2-FfHI/AAAAAAAABEo/vG-8_s7qDLk/s1600-h/rihanna+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336734065309875314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jW2-FfHI/AAAAAAAABEo/vG-8_s7qDLk/s320/rihanna+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336733859565327746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jK4gw1YI/AAAAAAAABEI/YpbtMBt_WoA/s320/rihanna+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jW1KiygI/AAAAAAAABEg/KkJzZjBifC0/s1600-h/rihanna+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336734064825256450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jW1KiygI/AAAAAAAABEg/KkJzZjBifC0/s320/rihanna+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pink mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jK-PKVhI/AAAAAAAABEQ/6yTUtfJ3l9I/s1600-h/rihanna+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336733861102114322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jK-PKVhI/AAAAAAAABEQ/6yTUtfJ3l9I/s320/rihanna+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures taken from gutteruncensored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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;&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-7397534913080033762?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7397534913080033762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=7397534913080033762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7397534913080033762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/7397534913080033762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/05/rihanna-nude-climax-of-publicity-stunt.html' title='Rihanna Nude - CLIMAX of a publicity stunt'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg_jKvvT5aI/AAAAAAAABEA/z3AziJ7GU50/s72-c/Rihanna+concert.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-5434853912657476546</id><published>2009-05-17T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:08:02.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second "Swine Flu" / H1N1 case confirmed</title><content type='html'>The health authorities have confirmed that a second Malaysian has come down with the influenza A(H1N1) virus. The patient is now warded at the Penang Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new case, a woman, is a friend of first patient and both landed in Malaysia on the same Malaysia Airlines flight MH091 from Newark, the United States, two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first case involved a 21-year-old male student who started having fever, sore throat and body aches. He has been admitted to Sungai Buloh Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, director-general of Health Tan Sri Dr Mohd Ismail Merican said all passengers on the flight should call the ministry at 03-8881-0200 or 03-8881-0300 for follow-up action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said the first patient had been given anti-viral treatment and was in stable condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the Health Ministry had taken preventive and control measures, including contact investigation into the case and informing the student’s family about his H1N1 infection and his contact history with the passengers and crew members on the same flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the public should not be unduly worried about the influenza A(H1N1) situation in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ministry, with the cooperation of all the relevant agencies, was intensifying monitoring to ensure proactive measures were taken to safeguard the health of the people, he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- The Malaysian Insider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336464446449825682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg7uI-ckt5I/AAAAAAAABDo/ECneMTtKwT4/s320/swine+flu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, director-general of Health Tan Sri Dr Mohd Ismail Merican said all passengers on the flight should call the ministry at 03-8881-0200 or 03-8881-0300 for follow-up action.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WTF? What The Fuck?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dude, why dont you just publish the names and faces of all the passengers who boarded that flight on the media? That way, you have the public as your eyes. When you publish their faces in the media, you can be assured that the public will memorize those faces to make sure they dont get close to them. It works the other way too - if they see these faces in public, they will report it in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it shouldnt be "all passengers on the flights should call in". It should be "all people must call in when you see these passengers"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im keen to see how the government responds to this H1N1 crisis. I bet the government still has alot of resources committed to the political turmoil in Perak but they need to realize that in the bigger picture, the H1N1 crisis has a far bigger threat... If not contained, it can escalate to a national crisis. &lt;/p&gt;Anyway, if you know of anyone who flew in from Newark (US) two days ago, pls report his location but stay away from him... or wear a mask at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-5434853912657476546?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5434853912657476546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=5434853912657476546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5434853912657476546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/5434853912657476546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-swine-flu-h1n1-case-confirmed.html' title='Second &quot;Swine Flu&quot; / H1N1 case confirmed'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sg7uI-ckt5I/AAAAAAAABDo/ECneMTtKwT4/s72-c/swine+flu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-8372077609397747033</id><published>2009-05-15T19:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:11:46.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switching-off for the WEEKENDS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an amazing week for me... it seemed like i did 3 weeks worth of work in a week. Anyway, what i do before i completely "switch-off" from work is sing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna try, the lyrics are on it and try sing it at the same pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling like you've done 6 weeks worth, then you prolly wanna roll it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/27FT-nIG9vQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/27FT-nIG9vQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-8372077609397747033?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/8372077609397747033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=8372077609397747033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/8372077609397747033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/8372077609397747033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/05/switching-off-for-weekends.html' title='Switching-off for the WEEKENDS!!!'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-8991495307899134913</id><published>2009-05-12T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:52:04.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mat Rempits made 'fehmes' on Hitz.fm</title><content type='html'>The point is, that was stupid. That was an irresponsible stunt which could have adverse consequences. Complete negligence of risk management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Hitz.fm on one weekday morning during primetime (breakfast show with JJ &amp;amp; Ean), when i was cruising on federal highway to a client meeting, featured 2 MAT REMPITs in the station and they were live on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motive of the program, hosted by JJ &amp;amp; Ean, was to help the MAT REMPITs reconcile with the society - so they can be accepted back in the society, given a job and stop being a nusance to the society. Not realizing that it could deliver the wrong message to the ones who are 'less bright'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i proceed, no offense but i LOVE Hitz.fm, otherwise i wouldn't have heard of this. I love the music they play (except weekend midnights because that's all donkey trance) but not exactly all the content they run on the breakfast show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying that JJ &amp;amp; Ean are dumb monkeys trying to pull each others nipples (for you will fucking hate me), but im saying i dont necessarily agree with all the content they run in the breakfast show. Most of the times, they are hillarious with their lame jokes it can make my morning but sometimes, i'll just tune out immediately.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSQApmpVI/AAAAAAAABDQ/zhfPTNWkIVE/s1600-h/jj+and+ean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334956037347124562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSQApmpVI/AAAAAAAABDQ/zhfPTNWkIVE/s320/jj+and+ean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic - to the ones who are 'less bright' it could be an appeal to be featured on the no.1 English radio station, prime time during the breakfast show. It's like a 20 minutes window to fame - to become the 'talked-about' mat rempits in town which can pick up chics at a 200% higher success ratio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could also misinterpret the message and think its OK to continue to be a mat rempit as the No.1 radio station is endorsing them and asking the society to accept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mat Rempit, "hmmmm... maybe they like our demonstations on the road, it could be a tourist attraction. Maybe we should demand money for this!?!... we should go see Malaysia Tourism or their media agency"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the statements from the mat rempits, live on national radio - Hitz.fm, was that mat rempits have proper training for the stunts they perform on the roads. And these trainings were actually conducted not on safe, no-traffic tracks but on the highways itself - like industrial training. The statement was meant to defend a statement question from the DJ reflecting the harm they have caused for the stunts they pull-off on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the 'less bright' ones, it could sound like an endorsement that their stunts are justified with proper 'industrial training'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i dug in a bit more about 'MAT REMPITs' and they're actually pretty insane creatures who dont value life. Not only they dont value their own lives but also the lives of all the innocent people around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also discovered that the stunts they pull off have got a western (or at least a western media) influence/touch. But they "Malaysianize" the stunts. The wellfare in Malaysia doesnt allow mat rempits to afford junkyard cars - even that is too unaffordable for the mat rempits. So they need to adapt to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334971514221110402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmgU4f6JII/AAAAAAAABDg/dGPUo5cUsks/s320/fastandfurious1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do it the Malaysian way.... sedia... awas... JOM kita pergi mati!!! brooom brroooom brrooom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334955771832768770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSAjiDGQI/AAAAAAAABC4/uTXB0fDvjHw/s320/mat+rempit+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remember what Vin Diesel did with his muscle? He pushed it so hard the upper part of the car lifted into the air from traction created from the back tires. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334971515058593906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmgU7nlIHI/AAAAAAAABDY/pn0wuQdmVzE/s320/vin+diesel+muscle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mat rempit thinks that the "mat sallehs" are chicken shit, they do it in their cars. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"So what? if it doesnt work out, the car falls flat back on the ground - takade hal leh?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So they Malaysianize it, increase it by a notch, and live up to "MALAYSIA BOLEH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSQKmlveI/AAAAAAAABDI/YLc2lS4BNC0/s1600-h/mat+rempit+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334956040018836962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSQKmlveI/AAAAAAAABDI/YLc2lS4BNC0/s320/mat+rempit+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSP2aIHBI/AAAAAAAABDA/1nDfXb-Vp6M/s1600-h/mat+rempit+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334956034597854226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSP2aIHBI/AAAAAAAABDA/1nDfXb-Vp6M/s320/mat+rempit+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "mat sallehs" in Fast &amp;amp; Furious carried fucking HOT chics in minis and skin tights on their rides. Here in Malaysia, the mat rempits go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Fuck that, i'll show what i can do with my bitch. I can give her 10 times the adrenaline u give to your bitch. And if i do this, the roads will get a free show of my bitches butt cheek - another tourism activity " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334955764775087666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSAJPXbjI/AAAAAAAABCg/ActmVsCWlpQ/s320/mat+rempit+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They are so proud of their stunts some of them hire professional photographers to shoot them so they could show their grandsons how brave they were during their younger years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334955764538532050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSAIW94NI/AAAAAAAABCY/KcJj-cP0F-o/s320/mat+rempit+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is even a blog i found, which writes about the life of a MAT REMPIT. They have either embraced the social media (so now blogs can also reach mat rempits) or they have their lives being written about, by fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as much as they think its glamorous, they are despised by the society. They are a nuisance, a menace and a pollution to our country's image. Ppl hate them so much they curse mat rempits to turn into turn into monkeys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334955767582937234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSATsz0JI/AAAAAAAABCo/xJXsjz0XrQw/s320/mat+rempit+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Another blogger even wanted to put a curse on them and turn them into weird, platnet-of-the-ape looking creatures like this ... funny lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334955773107781874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSAoSCQPI/AAAAAAAABCw/1kquPZxi0qQ/s320/mat+rempit+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So summary is, stop encouraging the mat rempits. Stop endorsing them, stop trying to get the society to accept them, stop putting them on national radio. Arrest them, confiscate their motorbikes and curse the mat rempit culture. Make the culture so fucking hated, they will be forced to adapt into the 'acceptable' culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-8991495307899134913?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/8991495307899134913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=8991495307899134913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/8991495307899134913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/8991495307899134913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/05/mat-rempits-made-fehmes-on-hitzfm.html' title='Mat Rempits made &apos;fehmes&apos; on Hitz.fm'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgmSQApmpVI/AAAAAAAABDQ/zhfPTNWkIVE/s72-c/jj+and+ean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-6839993462367715365</id><published>2009-05-11T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:37:18.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT weather tips</title><content type='html'>Today was a scorcher! and it's been amazingly hot for the last 3 weeks in fact. The westerners are prolly singing in joy in their bikinis basked in hot sand but i totally hate the heat. Alot of us Asians even fall sick in the dry spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures in Klang Valley recorded 36C last Friday and the Meteorological Department has just reported that the heatwave will persist until September, due to the change of wind direction during the inter-monsoon season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite sad that in such dry conditions, all the authorities could say is "people are visiting sunway lagoon to cool off from the heat" &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/5/11/nation/3876183&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/5/11/nation/3876183&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, i wish to attempt to offer advise for the hot spell, so we could all stay fit. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Take cool showers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551719947258818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sggiho9ny8I/AAAAAAAABCA/m5k0OfJ1PMk/s320/shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When i was browsing through the net for "cool shower" pictures, i actually came across this very interesting piece of news. It was about a landlord of a house in Taman Bullion Mewah (Sentul) who installed cams in his bathrooms, recording naked footages of 19 college girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chao-vietnam.blogspot.com/2007/06/malaysian-and-vietnamese-caught-on-spy.html"&gt;http://chao-vietnam.blogspot.com/2007/06/malaysian-and-vietnamese-caught-on-spy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.my/imgres?imgurl=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_es8cJfWW174/RnkVO7PWsjI/AAAAAAAAA8A/U6LUoAnR7bk/s320/malaysia-shower-nudes-0616.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://chao-vietnam.blogspot.com/2007/06/malaysian-and-vietnamese-caught-on-spy.html&amp;amp;usg=__eecBxAzSPLA4jXEVzo0YB2bgq1s=&amp;amp;h=276&amp;amp;w=250&amp;amp;sz=28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;tbnid=BjcYCA_U5ej1AM:&amp;amp;tbnh=114&amp;amp;tbnw=103&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dnude%2Bmalay%2Bin%2Bshower%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334556013116063234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SggmbiQ0_gI/AAAAAAAABCQ/u2Ztei6V8qY/s320/malaysia-shower-nudes-0616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Avoid direct sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Use air-conditioning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Wear cool clothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont need to be as hot but you can try out the clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551112279652162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sggh-ROX90I/AAAAAAAABBQ/X4WJt0aj_gg/s320/angie+jolie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Avoid unecessary outdoor activities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551723894480418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sggih3qtniI/AAAAAAAABCI/JTJkmZGzHBs/s320/rafting+kbb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Drink alot of fluids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not like that tho ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551113119253010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sggh-UWjQhI/AAAAAAAABBY/2-6kWQKphj4/s320/drink+water.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SggihmBfLvI/AAAAAAAABB4/rFW_Sf2sFLg/s1600-h/drink+water+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551719158165234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SggihmBfLvI/AAAAAAAABB4/rFW_Sf2sFLg/s320/drink+water+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Dont under estimate a fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dont play with fire, girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sggh-gsBWoI/AAAAAAAABBw/aeSyDEUzkis/s1600-h/start+a+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551116430531202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sggh-gsBWoI/AAAAAAAABBw/aeSyDEUzkis/s320/start+a+fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sggh-qiTY-I/AAAAAAAABBo/iNVRU3-mMQc/s1600-h/malaysia-shower-nudes-0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Dont eat heaty food... ex. Nasi Kandar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sggh-eECaJI/AAAAAAAABBg/6r8yvd4XVB0/s1600-h/nasi+kandar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551115725957266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sggh-eECaJI/AAAAAAAABBg/6r8yvd4XVB0/s320/nasi+kandar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Luck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-6839993462367715365?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6839993462367715365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=6839993462367715365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6839993462367715365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/6839993462367715365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-weather-tips.html' title='HOT weather tips'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sggiho9ny8I/AAAAAAAABCA/m5k0OfJ1PMk/s72-c/shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-1498799119681603694</id><published>2009-05-09T02:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:56:14.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to all my Perakian friends...</title><content type='html'>You now live in a FAILED STATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If case you have not heard -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in the country’s history, the police transgressed its jurisdiction and made its way into your state assembly to physically remove an officer of the legislature, Sivakumar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it still doesnt sound disgusting enough to you, have a look at the speaker of your state assembly being dragged out like a dead duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgR68DPExHI/AAAAAAAABBI/74JklQv1fuk/s1600-h/siva+dragged.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333523030792782962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgR68DPExHI/AAAAAAAABBI/74JklQv1fuk/s320/siva+dragged.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgR68FQTZyI/AAAAAAAABBA/0z9lVCS2FO0/s1600-h/siva+dragged+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333523031334807330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgR68FQTZyI/AAAAAAAABBA/0z9lVCS2FO0/s320/siva+dragged+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgR67zZkhWI/AAAAAAAABA4/5lgSrBXgDSs/s1600-h/Siva.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333523026541839714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgR67zZkhWI/AAAAAAAABA4/5lgSrBXgDSs/s320/Siva.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately enough, Sivakumar is still firm on his stand - he still sees himself as the legit state assembly speaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siva: "Now look at my palms, as long as its still fairer than my face, i am still speaker" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des: "Yes, it will always be fairer than your face (just like mine) so good on you macha, stay focused"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgR67UvaQeI/AAAAAAAABAw/z4eLfrL70CM/s1600-h/siva+still+speaker.jpg"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333523018311942626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgR67UvaQeI/AAAAAAAABAw/z4eLfrL70CM/s320/siva+still+speaker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy task for you macha, focus and just give enough rope for the BN people to hang themselves. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256106802346502896-1498799119681603694?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1498799119681603694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=1498799119681603694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1498799119681603694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/1498799119681603694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/05/congratulations-to-all-my-perakian.html' title='Congratulations to all my Perakian friends...'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgR68DPExHI/AAAAAAAABBI/74JklQv1fuk/s72-c/siva+dragged.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-2519486860475775952</id><published>2009-05-07T21:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:44:10.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be a top blogger</title><content type='html'>I was posted a question in my chatbox on how to be a top blogger. Very subjective, but had a thinker about it and thought the answers are actually pretty interesting. So here goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Post indecent pictures of politicians or sons of politicians&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether the pictures are genuine or photoshoped, it doesnt matter just make them look real (Pictures are taken from &lt;a href="http://www.gutteruncensored.com/"&gt;http://www.gutteruncensored.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL5IK-rF7I/AAAAAAAABAY/7GEg0LXHtS4/s1600-h/nazri+gutterpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098827541583794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL5IK-rF7I/AAAAAAAABAY/7GEg0LXHtS4/s320/nazri+gutterpost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip #2: Find a picture of a politician exposing some midrift skin (which is absolutely normal &amp;amp; nothing controversial). So go to a porn site and look for a picture of a prositute posing on a bedsheet that is similiar to the politician's (or you can always photoshop the bedsheet) and post both the pictures on your blog and link them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL4_i38cnI/AAAAAAAABAQ/P3PfGf3mnl0/s1600-h/eliz+naked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098679336989298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL4_i38cnI/AAAAAAAABAQ/P3PfGf3mnl0/s320/eliz+naked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333102984286968290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL86IEAGeI/AAAAAAAABAg/UGAv078YjIM/s320/Elizabeth_Wong_Nude_Photos_Causing_Another_Malaysian_Scandal_www_GutterUncensored_com_elizabethwong_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutteruncensored (formerly known as gutterpost) is one of the most popular blogs read by Malaysians. I guess the general population of Malaysia is pretty sexually deprived due to practising very conservative cultures. This can be proven by the top sought for keyword on Google from citizens of Kelantan, which are predominantly Malays. The keyword is 'SEX'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in summary, write about sex - make sure you have at least 100 'sex' words on every blog posting, take or find naked pictures of women (preferably with pink nipples) and try and relate them to Malaysian politicians or something. Then bingo, you will be top blogger in no time, money back guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Create controversy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acuse the Prime Minister / King / General / President of your country for being involved in a murder of a beautiful woman, sign a statutory declaration to give your claim a boost and take no bribes. Even if its USD5million + 42 virgins at your pleasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you get locked-up for any reason, go on a food strike and let hundreds of people gather in protest for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look controversial, sound controversial (you can start by calling yourself by your initials), and make everything that is typed out of your fingers controversial to the general Malaysian population. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098676050371394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL4_WoWo0I/AAAAAAAABAI/TAONcdH39nk/s320/rpk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mt.m2day.org/"&gt;mt.m2day.org&lt;/a&gt; or Malaysia Today is visited by millions of Malaysian netizens. One of the most, if not the most, popular blogs in Malaysia which is authored by a Malaysian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pls do this at your own responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Rule the country&lt;/strong&gt; for min 20 years, pass it on to an incapable succesor (preferably someone who falls asleep easily) and criticize the hell out of him. And not to forget his son-in-law (whos preferably an Oxford graduate) - just throw corruption charges at him and make his every success look like it was bribed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL4_XEOnsI/AAAAAAAABAA/M9w-8NN5AkY/s1600-h/mahathir+pissed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098676167286466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL4_XEOnsI/AAAAAAAABAA/M9w-8NN5AkY/s320/mahathir+pissed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will also own a top blog in Malaysia like &lt;a href="http://www.chedet.com/"&gt;http://www.chedet.com/&lt;/a&gt; . Claimed to be read by more than 2million Malaysians. It is authored by our ex-PM Mahathir Mohamad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The top 3 are ways to get into TIER 1 (min 1 million visitors / month)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The following 2 will bring you to TIER 2 (min 10,000 visitors / day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Be a funny and likeable character&lt;/strong&gt;- Make funny parodies (of the jaiho dance for example), Create funny ads (like walk into a McD store dressed up as Sadam Hussein), Touch boobs of transverts and blog about it or even do a horny pose in a POOH outfit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL4_OEPnfI/AAAAAAAAA_4/AHKvbAQgPj0/s1600-h/kennypooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098673751432690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL4_OEPnfI/AAAAAAAAA_4/AHKvbAQgPj0/s320/kennypooh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;http://www.kennysia.com/&lt;/a&gt; will be a good reference for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Modify yourself&lt;/strong&gt;, whether its make-up or plastic surgery, and make all your features the dream come true features - the features that girls will die for and guys will climb a mountain and swim across a sea to touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know, do the Hollywood stuff - carry a puppy in your hands, put on some MJ sunnies, expose min 1/2 your boobs and 95% of your thighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333113410405903730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgMGZAYdrXI/AAAAAAAABAo/A64-AUOu46A/s320/MJ+AND+PARIS+BREED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, pick a fight with the most popular blogger in town. Pick a fight so big it fucking involves lawyers and shit. Just bitch the hell out of her and make it sound like she fucks all the boys in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the following will help you achieve a TIER 3 status, which is 2 - 10k readers a day.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Create a business (preferably at a very young age),&lt;/strong&gt; make it real succesful and profitable, have people call you "asia's young entrepreneur of the year" and fall SOOOOOOOOOOOO in love with your girlfriend (who is preferably someone who works with one of your business partners)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the perfect example: &lt;a href="http://www.timothytiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.timothytiah.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL4_OHjG1I/AAAAAAAAA_w/BQfyvSgHcag/s1600-h/timothy-tiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098673765292882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL4_OHjG1I/AAAAAAAAA_w/BQfyvSgHcag/s320/timothy-tiah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. Transformation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've seen Transformers right? So i dont need to explain whats transformation. Its like this - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL37krllLI/AAAAAAAAA_o/NhmEU-YnN3g/s1600-h/cheeserland+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097511590925490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL37krllLI/AAAAAAAAA_o/NhmEU-YnN3g/s320/cheeserland+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL37dp_aBI/AAAAAAAAA_g/2lNPNfJWj6E/s1600-h/cheeserland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097509705181202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL37dp_aBI/AAAAAAAAA_g/2lNPNfJWj6E/s320/cheeserland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Make sure you join a talent hunt to get you some publicity. If you've already built some traffic on your blog, the better, than it gives the organizer pressure to eliminate you as he might wanna leverage your blog to generate some PR for his talent hunt contest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Be cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be cute, dress cute, look cute, pose cute, whatever you do, just look cute. So cute hungry lions will stop to stare at you (and not eat you up) before they walk away and look for something they dont mind not seeing anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also try to use wtf alot and use cute expressions like T___T, WuWu, and stuff like that i really cant think of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL37Sjwx-I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ec8PVGumVWs/s1600-h/fourfeetnine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097506726266850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL37Sjwx-I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ec8PVGumVWs/s320/fourfeetnine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more cuteness, go to &lt;a href="http://www.fourfeetnine.com/"&gt;http://www.fourfeetnine.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Camwhore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just really doesnt matter what people think of you, just pose like all the boys in the world will dump their girlfriends to touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097504012497746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL37Icv81I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/rEzKesNahGo/s320/cindytey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL36zvHQeI/AAAAAAAAA_I/bbXwD-agmLk/s1600-h/nicolekiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097498452378082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL36zvHQeI/AAAAAAAAA_I/bbXwD-agmLk/s320/nicolekiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you go, 9 ways of how to be a top blogger in town. Good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&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/5256106802346502896-2519486860475775952?l=desmondkiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/feeds/2519486860475775952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256106802346502896&amp;postID=2519486860475775952' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2519486860475775952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256106802346502896/posts/default/2519486860475775952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desmondkiu.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-be-top-blogger.html' title='How to be a top blogger'/><author><name>des</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179128980166760533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/Sc8PE_XJKtI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xD5Y0iYBiIg/S220/MEEEEEEEEEE.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgL5IK-rF7I/AAAAAAAABAY/7GEg0LXHtS4/s72-c/nazri+gutterpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256106802346502896.post-8444903191756056524</id><published>2009-05-06T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:20:39.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last of Romes</title><content type='html'>This will be the last of the nights in Rome. I know its getting increasingly repetitive but i just write with whatever pictures i have. I actually made a conscience effort not to bring my camera to the event so i didnt hafta write bout this no more, but i got captured in pictures and they were sent to me so ... alrite, im gonna stop saying shit and... i actually enjoyed the party in Miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A night in Rome, in Miri... imagine. It was very well received, even my parents knew about it! Because there's only 1 main highway in Miri and you kinda use that road to go everwhere. Heineken stationed a massive projector screen facing that highway, so well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt bring my camera so cant show you how the event setup looked like so ill get going with the pictures that were sent to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think this girl has ever made an appearance on my blog so guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332717227248641458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgGeEHHC5bI/AAAAAAAAA9w/cdPwRUEH4qM/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also got the chance to meet Chui Ling, or however you spell it, im sure thats how it sounds at least. She's known as Angel too if im not mistaken and she DJs for My.FM and has made or makes appearances in Wah Lai Toi.. again, however you spell it and im sure it sounds like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is the size of Racheal. She speaks really fluent mandarin (well that's a job requirement i guess). Good command of Cantonese too and English with a Cantonese influence. She also got really paranoid with the taxis in Miri... well i guess if you live in KL, you kinda inherit this paranoia because KL cab drivers are worse than drug addicts or mat rempits.... very soon, the society will come up with a "mat rempit" equivalent term for these taxi drivers.... call them mat ragut or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok back to Chui Ling, she was actually doing a collar-bone show with Racheal... see who's bone is more sexy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332717233177288386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lazS0Qslz3M/SgGeEdMi3sI/AAAAAAAAA94/GlwsBLZnjK8/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Joanna Fong, my former school mate. Met her 
