<?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-8818161413037018385</id><updated>2011-07-20T10:32:27.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show me how to live</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-349163082573889080</id><published>2008-09-14T21:29:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:26:48.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY</title><content type='html'>N&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ope, just in case you're wondering, I'm not referring to &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;DIY you do on your own private time in the bathroom. I'm talking about some DIY projects you can do during the weekend. I love doing DIY projects, not because it saves some money, actually sometimes, you might even spend more doing the DIY as compared to buying the completed product off the shelf. I do it mostly for getting kicks out of it.. yeah. Here's one I did over the weekend - my own Canister Filter (CF). For those wondering what the hell this is, it is one of the most effective external aquarium filter ever created. There're many types of filters, &amp;amp; to name some, you got overhead filter, internal filter, sump filter etc... So here's how mine is done.&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things &amp;amp; cost needed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) PVC piping (free punya, leftover from previous house owner) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) External pump (I'm using Atman 105, rated at 2000 L/Hr. I've poor bargaining, skills, so I managed to reduce price from RM53 to RM45, from one of the roadside stalls in Jalan Pasar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) External Filter (RM25.00 from Giant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) PVC elbows (20 pcs x RM0.50 each - RM10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Micellanous stuffs (About RM20.00 more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Equipment/Tools needed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Screwdriver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) PVC Piping glue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Sillicon (not for the implants, make sure it's aquarium safe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Sweat, blood and tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Kasi gergaji sama itu PVC pipe, make sure it fits as in Pic 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Make many many many holes at the bottom of the PVC pipe using the driller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Sillicon it as in Pic 1. Wait for the sillicon to dry and cure (will take at least 1-3 days).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Put your filter medium in, this is how I do it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- ceramic filter medium at the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- coarse filter medium in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- fine filter medium on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Then pasang aje the filter, with your pump. The filter must be done backwards (OUT to WATER INLET &amp;amp; IN to WATER OUTLET) to acheive flow from bottom to top. Confusing, eh? Pic 2 illustrates it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mine has been running for the past 2 years &amp;amp; I recently just built another one. So now, I've got 2 filters for my aquarium. Yeah, I know, I give lousy instructions, but if you wanna know better, c'mon over and I'll show you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256988389021700034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SPSTFkv9z8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/LCkbDoR8Y4Y/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pic 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256993564331842386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SPSXy0SDm1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/fFiW6dmKcUI/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pic 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256989261761476754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SPST4X9V-JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Po0Wr3r9-xc/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ceramic Filter Medium.. with kopi nescafe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256990118638119474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SPSUqQEp6jI/AAAAAAAAAU0/M8cRPF-U0EA/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fine Filter Medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256991551901194818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SPSV9rZM2kI/AAAAAAAAAU8/wNrhAAUsdZo/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filled up with filter medium (black one is the coarse filter in the middle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256992138197142194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SPSWfzhDCrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/HMHyEDzSej0/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JENG! JENG! JENG!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ready to be used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256987134711772162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SPSR8kFLNAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9YClmMWz3WI/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen, Boys &amp;amp; Girls.. Filter System in action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256992941883814546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SPSXOle4cpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2XekdQMv1dA/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clean and clear!... Alamak.. ternampak reflection gua tengah tangkap gambar tanpa berseluar.. eii.. malunya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256994222291707890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SPSYZHX6Z_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/dJfQ6m8Gh9k/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nak menggigit pulak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-349163082573889080?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/349163082573889080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=349163082573889080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/349163082573889080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/349163082573889080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2008/09/diy.html' title='DIY'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SPSTFkv9z8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/LCkbDoR8Y4Y/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-2648915060852363233</id><published>2008-09-14T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:29:36.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been &lt;em&gt;pretending &lt;/em&gt;to be busy lately &amp;amp; I've been neglecting this blog, but here's one random pic taken from my camera your amusement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245866916947704994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SM0QKsukPKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/h5SXtZy-yCE/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;spotted in HK...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-2648915060852363233?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2648915060852363233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=2648915060852363233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/2648915060852363233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/2648915060852363233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-pics.html' title='Random Pic'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SM0QKsukPKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/h5SXtZy-yCE/s72-c/IMG_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-6936333025186788472</id><published>2008-06-23T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:03:30.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop and stare</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z-3JPGkKZ6c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z-3JPGkKZ6c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like this song. this song makes me ponder. The way i see it, it has got 2 meanings to me, the maksud tersurat is what i've been doing all my life, stop &amp;amp; stare whenever there's a hot chick nearby. The other maksud tersirat (well, the way I interpret it as anyway) is the one that makes me think, makes you wonder, throughout the hustle and bustle of our ever so busy lives in the city, sometimes from all the activities you do, you don't get anywhere, you realize you're still in first base. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one thing that really sends jolts to my brain is.. hmm.. I don't even know or plan where or what I want to be or my what my plans are. I've friends that has 5 or 10 or 15 plans... but I've not really got one yet. Now, that is scary. Anyway, it also tells us not to let fear stop you.&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;Anyway, here're the lyrics. Great song, I like how good he can still sing it live: &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;em&gt;This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got my heart set on anywhere but here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm staring down myself, counting up the years &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steady hands, just take the wheel... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every glance is killing me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Stop and stare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know that everyone gets scared &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop and stare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got to wonder why I'm here not there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But fair ain't what you really need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, can you see what I see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're tryin to come back, all my senses push &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steady feet, don't fail me now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna run till you can't walk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But something pulls my focus out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm standing down... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repeat *&lt;/em&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;em&gt;What you need, what you need... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop and stare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know that everyone gets scared &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've become what I can't be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, do you see what I see...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-6936333025186788472?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6936333025186788472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=6936333025186788472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/6936333025186788472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/6936333025186788472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2008/06/stop-and-stare.html' title='stop and stare'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-1742350269092283760</id><published>2008-06-22T11:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:30:12.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 INCHES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; measurement.. I don't have one 10" schlong... wish I had. Hmm.. but that size could be uncomfortable for both parties... OK! I digressed.. back to the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just did latest measurement on my fly river turtle yesterday. 10" long! 5 years ago it was only 3". Internet sites says it can grow up to 22" in the wild....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SF3BP-tf9nI/AAAAAAAAANE/AbSPRl9v3xg/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214536423840937586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SF3BP-tf9nI/AAAAAAAAANE/AbSPRl9v3xg/s200/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; taking measurement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214537549649183842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SF3CRgrGhGI/AAAAAAAAANM/zFOFeyEkfK0/s200/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;feeling restless out of the water, trying to crawl away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214542331148284770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SF3Gn1JUs2I/AAAAAAAAANU/4BVPDwlOusM/s200/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;back in the aquarium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8818161413037018385-1742350269092283760?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1742350269092283760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=1742350269092283760' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/1742350269092283760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/1742350269092283760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-inches.html' title='10 INCHES!!'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SF3BP-tf9nI/AAAAAAAAANE/AbSPRl9v3xg/s72-c/IMG_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-3967113540192399384</id><published>2008-06-14T16:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:27:01.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time experience(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was in Kerteh couple of weeks back for a meeting, and we decided to spend the night in Kuala Terengganu (about 1 1/2 hours up North of Kerteh) as my flight back KL was the next day in from KT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We did not made any hotel reservations as we thought getting a place to stay would be easy. Wasn't easy all the major hotels were fully occupied due to the preparation for Sukma.. that's what the locals said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we went round and round KT looking for a place to spend the night &amp;amp; finally found this small hotel that still got a room. The receptionist (an old pakcik) said to me in perfect english "This is a budget hotel, it's only RM40 per night, so here's the key, go up to the room, check it out if it OK to you first". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went up to the the room, and it reeks of cockcroach smell, and the bed was kind of in a "U" shape. Looks like someone with a big ass slept and destroyed the bed. Only consolation was it has water heater and it's air conditioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I went back to the pakcik and said, "Thanks for the warning, you're very honest when you said this is a budget hotel". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally we ended up in another budget place - RM55 per night, much better &amp;amp; smells better. An old place where if you grew up in the late 70's and 80's, you'd noticed the electrical sockets and switches were from that era.. haha.. didn't know they still have this around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this trip has been a lot of first times for me - meeting the honest receptionist, staying in a RM55 hotel and being in KT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211650288925375586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SFOAU0T1fGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eb9L9TfujpI/s400/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some camwhoring (can't believe i'm using this word) pics infront of petronas in kerteh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-3967113540192399384?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3967113540192399384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=3967113540192399384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/3967113540192399384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/3967113540192399384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-time-experiences.html' title='first time experience(s)'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/SFOAU0T1fGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eb9L9TfujpI/s72-c/IMG_1093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-6298891307781574229</id><published>2008-05-11T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:00:13.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>signs going krazeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just few days ago, I somehow felt something missing whilst doing the laundry. I chucked dirty clothes into the washing machine, and zam, zam, alakazam.. it does what it does as usual. Suddenly it came to me, did I or did I not put the washing powder in? HELL YEAH, I forgot. &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;Too much things on the mind, too much things to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-6298891307781574229?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6298891307781574229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=6298891307781574229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/6298891307781574229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/6298891307781574229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2008/05/signs-going-krazeee.html' title='signs going krazeee'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-5085322930275896723</id><published>2008-04-27T08:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:45:39.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now &amp; Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've noticed some changes in myself lately as compared to when I was in my younger &amp;amp; more dangerous years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Sleeping pattern: It's getting harder trying to stay awake pass midnite. Few years back, I could force mahself to stay awake at 2, 3 or 4 am.. you name it. Lim teh at the mamak at wee hours in the morning is a norm. Nowadays, my eyelids get heavier near midnite, and the most I can hold on is probably at 1am.. then KO liao, which brings me to the next..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Waking up: I'm becoming more &amp;amp; more of the morning person. Waking up early at 6.45-7.30am even on the weekends is a usual thing. Then, I could sleep pass noon, not a problem. Somehow, my biological (hmm.. that doesn't sound right), I mean body clock somehow rings the alarm by itself early in the morning. It seems like I wake up even before the alarm strikes. I'm living by the old saying "Early bird gets the worm" and I'd like to seize the day doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Drinking habits: Back then, a typical weekly drinking session with the buddies is like a battle. Challenges thrown among ourselves: "Lim ahh", "Boh Lim Boh Steady", trying to outdo each other. Each drinking session will have someone throwing up, I even had a friend throwing up right under the table, he couldn't even get himself to the loo, somewhere in Sri Hartamas, (damn malu until I didn't step foot into that pub for few months after the incident), stopping midway back home by the roadside to throw up... Now, drinking is no more a war, and we take ourtime to slowly enjoy the taste, and we don't even drink that much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Smoking: Thank god I'm not hooked to this, but back then, I did quite a lot, during drinking sessions. A good friend of mine has a saying, "Not smoking during drinking, is like effing without a blowjob".. OK, sounds fair enough. Now, I don't do much of this anymore, even when drinking, I'd try to fight the temptation to have one.&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;5) Staying healthy: Health is ignored and youth is forever - at least that's what I thought when I was in my 20's. Glad that I finally realized this is important before any disease or pain catches up. Now, I make sure I get my excercizes done, get your daily dosage of vitamins, veges &amp;amp; fruits. It's not that I'd like to live to 150, but I'd just realize it's important to go through life without pain or not being able to do this or that because of it.&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;6) Knowing what you want: Still, I don't fully know this, even until now. But it's starting to fall into place litttle by little. I don't spend money keeping up with latest gadgets or cars this device, that device anymore. As of now, one thing for sure that I like - good food. I don't mind paying a little bit more to satisfy the stomach. I don't mind going to a nice place to eat in my 14 year old car, as long as it gets me there and doesn't breakdown halfway. Having a small place with good security which is easier to clean is OK to me now, rather than having a big house where cleaning it will break your back.&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;Uh-oh.. tell-tale signs of getting old.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-5085322930275896723?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5085322930275896723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=5085322930275896723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/5085322930275896723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/5085322930275896723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-then.html' title='Now &amp; Then'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-2910859471235112189</id><published>2008-02-24T21:08:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:36:05.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2008, with lotsa pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CNY has always been an exciting affair for me. For me, the excitement itself is actually the preparation in welcoming the new year. However, this year, I only got back to kampung on the eve itself, due to some commitments. Here are some pics showing how I usher in the new year, and also as a reminder to myself on how to keep the traditions alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170540280930177106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8Fy_aWxEFI/AAAAAAAAALU/0SKoR3VFEfQ/s320/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year's CNY celebration started a few days earlier before the eve, as most of the family members are already working and have their own families in KL, so we decided to have our dinner 5 days before the actual CNY.  Here in this pic, showing my grandaunt (standing) saying prayers (my late granduncle was a pastor...). On her left is my other grandaunt (I don't know how to say it, but she's my grandmother (on the standing grandaunt's right) sis in law.  The family has grown to having Buddhists, Christians, Catholics members, but I'm still waiting if we can add Muslims &amp;amp; Hindus and maybe some other unknown religion in the family.. maybe in the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170533439047274386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8FsxKWxD5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/N23vudKdgIk/s320/IMG_1552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the eve's morning, we put food on the tables at the front of the house, inviting our ancestors for a meal. Here, we are inviting my grandfather, grandmother &amp;amp; greatgrandmother (all from my mother's side). I had to help to set up the table, only had a few hours of sleep as I had just arrived that morning itself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170533829889298338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8FtH6WxD6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PVV2X-jvWfc/s320/IMG_1554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahh.. the coin throwing ceremony..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170534182076616626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8FtcaWxD7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/IBXKpKxXZ60/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Combination of head &amp;amp; tail means they have arrived (and is supposedly sitting on the chairs now!!). Head + Head or Tail + Tail combinations means they're not here yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170534474134392770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8FttaWxD8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/qbFd3vglQZA/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burning notes for the ancestors...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170534817731776466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8FuBaWxD9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/rHaIoqh45a8/s320/IMG_1560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At 12am.. marking the 1st day of new year, we pray to Thee Kong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170536179236409346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8FvQqWxEAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mnyejKBIo6Q/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the 2nd day, we went to the temples to pray..  the place was packed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170536978100326418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8Fv_KWxEBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PJn2gpMDZ00/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the temple sifus checking your DOB (from western to chinese date) &amp;amp; writing them down in a letter to pray to 太岁&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170537626640388130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8Fwk6WxECI/AAAAAAAAAK8/8BdRynpTNlg/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahh.. the black figure is太岁 himself, the sifu is doing the prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170537871453524018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8FwzKWxEDI/AAAAAAAAALE/CRWZXRIFbfk/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then we went to another temple.. the buddhist temple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170538266590515266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8FxKKWxEEI/AAAAAAAAALM/vURsZNHqPlI/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this tree in the buddhist temple has been here for all I can remember, it was already here when I started coming to this temple more than 20 years ago. I decided to check if there was any description, and.. voila! it says it was planted back in 1887 (or 1889).. can't remember.. fuiyoh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170541689679450258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8F0RaWxEJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bNjE0793Z4U/s400/picture(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well.. what to do when all the shops are closed &amp;amp; you got nowhere to go? glad to know I've not lost my skills despite not playing for more than 6 months! siapa mau chalen sama gua ahh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170541900132847778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8F0dqWxEKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9o3Dd6LNFuk/s400/picture(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;karaoke back in my hometown.. a dodgy, dark place.. went with seluar pendek &amp;amp; selipar jepun oso can! fuiyoh.. this place even got tiongkok mali punya GROs..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170542114881212594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8F0qKWxELI/AAAAAAAAAME/hsimaNA0mII/s400/picture(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;meet-up with some friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170541436276379762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8F0CqWxEHI/AAAAAAAAALk/4Cw-dg9qRnw/s400/picture(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;party.. lai lai lai.. ciak ciak ciak.. lim lim lim.. lim kah toh. Every year, my friend will have a party at his house. This year tells a lot about us growing up. I remember for few years consecutively, I'd always end up drunk. This year, we can actually see the younger generation (my friend's younger brother &amp;amp; his friends) drinking the most. When challenged to drink, I'd always have reasons to "siam" from drinking more.. This is the only year I never got drunk at all since I was introduced to alcohol. I hardly even touch a ciggy... err.. well I had one, but not more than that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8KPjqWxEQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5iAS7xAKrAA/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170853165002723586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8KPjqWxEQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5iAS7xAKrAA/s400/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; no matter how grown up you are, old habits die hard... probably they'll never die off.. I just watched, as I don't fancy gambling.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170535204278833122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8FuX6WxD-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/kt8HXcwLC5c/s320/IMG_1563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can CNY be complete without talking (eating mostly) about food? Here's a favourite must-have dish.. the Fuchow fishballs. As a Fuchow this is a must &amp;amp; besides this meal, we had red rice wine mee suah as well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170535530696347634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8Fuq6WxD_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/y9RpSMg_Xik/s320/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A close-up. Minced pork inside the fishballs. They cost 65 cents per piece this year! I remember it was 50 cents last year.. it just keeps on increasing. We usually order a couple of hundreds of these juicy stuff. I don't eat much of pork, but even so, this is a must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far, this has been a great CNY celebration &amp;amp; I hope for the best for this rat year!&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/8818161413037018385-2910859471235112189?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2910859471235112189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=2910859471235112189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/2910859471235112189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/2910859471235112189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-2008-with-lotsa-pics.html' title='CNY 2008, with lotsa pics'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R8Fy_aWxEFI/AAAAAAAAALU/0SKoR3VFEfQ/s72-c/DSC01114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-20956642854137331</id><published>2008-02-17T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:12:14.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R7fk7qWxD3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/V29oQuxgwBA/s1600-h/28012008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167850811064127346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R7fk7qWxD3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/V29oQuxgwBA/s400/28012008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's me.. top left hand corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking in front large audience comes with my job as a S&amp;amp;M (sales &amp;amp; marketing.. not the other S&amp;amp;M) person as I have to travel around South East Asia giving presentations to customers. Slowly but surely, after I've gotten used to the situation, the thrill &amp;amp; excitement overcame the fear, and last year after a presentation in Pertronas Kerteh, my reps told me that I just gave one of the most convincing presentation ever. Boy, oh boy.. was I fucking high after that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a week before CNY, I was invited by Petronas to give a presentation in a resort in Melaka with regards to our products. Public speaking has never been a problem for me as I remember winning best speaker in primary school, but somewhere along the way, the guts to do so vanished. I don't know what happened, as I've never experienced anything unpleasant while doing so. I guess the problem is when you grow up, sometimes you become to self-concious. I've read in many articles regarding public speaking, that it is the most feared thing by most people, even more feared than death itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can gauge how you performed, by the interest generated after the presentation by the questions they asked about your products. I remember a conversation with one of Petronas' engineer (roughly as follows):&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;Petronas engineer: Where did you study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rockstar: UKM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Petronas' engineer: Oh patutlah.. english you bagus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rockstar: &lt;em&gt;Huh? **thinking**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Petronas' engineer: Which part of UK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rockstar: Eh.. UKM.. Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia... bukan UKlah..&lt;/span&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;All I could say to myself after that was... "Whatever you need next time.. bring it on" I'm so in cloud nine...&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;Next stop, singing in public.. kakaka...&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-20956642854137331?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/20956642854137331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=20956642854137331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/20956642854137331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/20956642854137331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2008/02/public-speaking.html' title='Public Speaking'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R7fk7qWxD3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/V29oQuxgwBA/s72-c/28012008(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-1150947846152665499</id><published>2008-02-01T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:39:26.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentally Tired..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R6MgmIJI4uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/H5uLJhAhGfQ/s1600-h/untitled10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162005437289652962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R6MgmIJI4uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/H5uLJhAhGfQ/s400/untitled10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;strange.. sometimes they do know exactly how I feel.. I turn to them for solace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life's sometimes feels like a heavy burden, with all those things you need to juggle, work, life, money... damn.. feels like the world is upon your shoulders. Sometimes, the thought of just letting it go running to some other place (taking my money with me.. hehe) where you can start anew with no worries comes to the mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162005145231876818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R6MgVIJI4tI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0TWy0jQ3EqM/s400/atlas_med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Uggghh.. heavy load..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-1150947846152665499?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1150947846152665499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=1150947846152665499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/1150947846152665499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/1150947846152665499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2008/02/mentally-tired.html' title='Mentally Tired..'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R6MgmIJI4uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/H5uLJhAhGfQ/s72-c/untitled10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-9206224616896756060</id><published>2008-01-01T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:49:05.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want for 2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know new year resolutions sounds cheesy, but hey, no matter what, I see it as a good start to anything and everything. I've decided that my life this year is going to follow the directions of a six year old kid, yeah you heard me, a six year old kid.. and his stuff tiger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here are some of my resolutions for this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151224908126880386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3zTwvcMAoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xuALUGqWV58/s400/untitled4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd like to have much more exciting times this year. yeah, i guess there will be times where i'm going to be impromtu, not following the rules or do things the way it's usually done. hell yeah, i'd like to add some zest into this year!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151243093018411778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3zkTPcMAwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/X5P4yLCoi1E/s400/untitled9.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll learn to be more forgiving this year. yeah, why do we hold grudges? Sometimes people do things that might hurt us in someway, but they don't mean it and I guess they're only human and no one's perfect. Just forgive &amp;amp; forget and bury the hacthet. And in saying so, I hope those around me will forgive me too, if I ever did, or will do something that hurts them.. especially when I learn to more impromtu (as per above's resolution)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3zUe_cMAsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oEoGX6f0PtA/s1600-h/untitled8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151225702695830210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3zUe_cMAsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oEoGX6f0PtA/s400/untitled8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to keep things simple, so to say.. the KISS method meaing Keep It Simple, Stupid. I'm not going to overanalyze a situation or something like that. Let's just weigh the simple good and bad in a situation &amp;amp; decide on it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151225165824918162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3zT_vcMApI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zKkO0sgcncU/s400/untitled5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Further to the earlier strip above, to not to complicate life, I'm going to accept certain things.. which seemed unexplainable. Kinda like girls with shoes.. never seems to be enough for them, which I've mentioned in my earlier post. I'm just going to accept the fact and not question why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151223976118977122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3zS6fcMAmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zFN_E4fhmR4/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm gonna learn more on how to appreciate the present moment, rather than looking back in anger or looking forward in fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151244360033764114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3zlc_cMAxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/l18gQQMbaDQ/s400/untitled3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is tough, but I'll learn more on how to balance things in life, such as money, love, fun, health, carreer etc. Tough job, but someone's gotta do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are no materialistic kind of resolutions for this year... hmm.. although getting that 2nd house might not be a bad idea, but that all depends on the ecomonic situation. There are some skills I want to learn.. hmm.. I'd like to get that damn digital piano that I've been putting off for so long and learn how to play some tunes on it, and also be a better cook. So, you know my resolutions now, so if any of you noticed me wandering off from it, you guys can slap me to remind me. Don't worry, I won't karate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish me luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-9206224616896756060?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9206224616896756060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=9206224616896756060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/9206224616896756060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/9206224616896756060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-i-want-for-2008.html' title='what i want for 2008...'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3zTwvcMAoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xuALUGqWV58/s72-c/untitled4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-2290361521920378025</id><published>2007-12-28T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:41:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections of 2007 (warning: very long post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2007 is nearing it's lifespan. As much as I hate endings, somehow it opens up other doors. So I guess we should look forward to what the new year has to bring us. Here're some moments in 2007 that I managed to capture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TGbvcMAbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3hVChFXJZAk/s1600-h/IMG_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148958453884780978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TGbvcMAbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3hVChFXJZAk/s320/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gathering with old friends during cny. talk, talk &amp;amp; talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TGV_cMAaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TresdULey1E/s1600-h/IMG_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148958355100533154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TGV_cMAaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TresdULey1E/s320/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gathering with newer friends. eat, eat &amp;amp; laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TGN_cMAZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WNGo06Y5_Rw/s1600-h/IMG_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148958217661579666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TGN_cMAZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WNGo06Y5_Rw/s320/IMG_0843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've to handle the Taiwanese market starting 2007. Had to do some business trips there. The reps insist on me giving presentations to the customers in Mandarin. Anyway, managed to do it in mixture of Mandarin, Hokkien &amp;amp; a little bit of English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was taken during mins before the bullet train ride from Taipei to Kaoshiung. First time taking a ride on the bullet train. There's a display that showed the train's speed during the journey. My balls shrunk a little when it showed 290 km/h.. and going faster &amp;amp; faster... I survived the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TF9_cMAYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ce2IMLgNZVg/s1600-h/IMG_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148957942783672706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TF9_cMAYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ce2IMLgNZVg/s320/IMG_0907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After dinner at some restaurant up in the hill in Kaoshiung. My chinese ain't that good, what does the 5th word mean&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TF0PcMAXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q-2LD3VuXPE/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148957775279948146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TF0PcMAXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q-2LD3VuXPE/s320/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; My surprise birthday celebration with my adopted Taiwanese family. I've not seen them for 2 years. I know I looked like shit, but I had to wake up early and just travelled from Kaoshiung to Taipei to meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TFq_cMAWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UMlypD8VkFU/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148957616366158178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TFq_cMAWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UMlypD8VkFU/s320/IMG_0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Finally found the time to be back for Ching Ming this year after after missing it for the past few years. Well, someone's gotta keep the tradition alive. Also, I have to be respectful to the elders, whether they are still around or not. Takut nanti kena strike by lighting. Will promise to go be back every year for this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TFivcMAVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6g2e5Bi1pB0/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148957474632237394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TFivcMAVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6g2e5Bi1pB0/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dinner &amp;amp; beer with the sales reps in Manila. Had a great time there as whenever I'm in a foreign place, I've always wanted to experience what the locals do, and not to some fancy restaurant. This is a place by the roadside where they serve grilled seafood. The reps insists on taking "Red Horse" beer instead of the usual "San Miguel" which has higher alcohol content at about 7-8%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The place was packed as it was end of the month &amp;amp; everyone just got their salaries. Adds to the atmosphere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TFavcMAUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Uxf2oGcyN8U/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148957337193283906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TFavcMAUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Uxf2oGcyN8U/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Made a couple of trips to Taiwan this year. View from a hotel in Kaoshiung. My rep booked me into a &gt;100 storey hotel. Taiwan's full of earthquakes &amp;amp; luckilly nothing bad happened. The hotel only costs USD110.00 per night, and it's cheap considering the quality and service there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Also, I experienced how Taiwanese partied the night during this trip. The rep wanted to introduced me to his staff, so we had dinner, and during dinner we were already drunk, and when we checked in the hotel, he insists on drinking again. So we drank in the hotel pub. I tought I could get some sleep after that, but NO! The night is still young, we're going to karaoke! So we went, and it was not like our usual Redbox where we had our own room. It was open-type and everyone had to go up to stage to sing a song. Well, what the hell? When you're drunk, you have the courage to do anything.. so up the stage I went.. haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TFG_cMATI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_PpebF5Cv5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148956997890867506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TFG_cMATI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_PpebF5Cv5Y/s320/IMG_1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This laughing buddha pic was taken during our drive from Kaoshiung to Taipei. We drove this time, and in between that journey, we went to couple of kampung areas. There, I saw the girls selling "pinang". Fuiyoh.. they were practically wearing nothing! I wanted to take pic with them by my rep stopped me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TE9PcMASI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QflcZRi42NI/s1600-h/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148956830387142946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TE9PcMASI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QflcZRi42NI/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I insisted on having traditional Indonesian meal when I was in Palembang, Sumatera. That's my Indonesian rep in the pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEyvcMARI/AAAAAAAAAFE/V5NC80e9VPE/s1600-h/IMG_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148956649998516498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEyvcMARI/AAAAAAAAAFE/V5NC80e9VPE/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I wanted to take this pic in front of this Indonesian university when I was in Palembang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEpfcMAQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FIEJK0xOsgg/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148956491084726530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEpfcMAQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FIEJK0xOsgg/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I have to climb up (well not really climb up, but there was a lift) this stack (about a 100 meters high) to show my commitment to the customer so they'll buy our product..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEi_cMAPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wTnVSvwuzaM/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148956379415576818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEi_cMAPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wTnVSvwuzaM/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Looking like a complete dork with the safety helmet on with the customer up in the stack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEW_cMAOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1UWRZSF-c0g/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148956173257146594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEW_cMAOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1UWRZSF-c0g/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sept 2007... we had our Asian Representative meeting in The Laguna Resort in Nusa Dua, Bali. All our reps from Middle East, Northern Asia &amp;amp; South East Asia attended. All about 50 persons attended and we had a wonderful time there. This is a pic after the meeting, just before the dinner where some reps started to get drunk.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEPPcMANI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iV0tNNX2Q-U/s1600-h/IMG_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148956040113160402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEPPcMANI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iV0tNNX2Q-U/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;During dinner in Bali by the beach. We asked the hotel to prepare seafood BBQ by the beach for us. Persons sitting in this table... reps from Taiwan, Korea, Singapore - very lethal combination. The person in pink is the one responsible for showing me how Taiwanese partied in Kaoshiung. The person in red shirt's from Korea, starting to turn red 1/2 way through dinner because of all the alcohol.. haha.. By end of the dinner, he was as red as his shirt! They wanted to get me drunk.. but.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEA_cMALI/AAAAAAAAAEU/q3YlFPLXn7Q/s1600-h/IMG_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148955795300024498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEA_cMALI/AAAAAAAAAEU/q3YlFPLXn7Q/s320/IMG_1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ... my saviour was sitting next to me! My Malaysian customer who used to work in a beer factory.. beat that! haha! He helped to drink for me that night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148955919854076098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TEIPcMAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5usMkI5oG5w/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My 2 good buddies from Manila were here too! They can drink all night long. I was with them on a trip in Philippines last year, and they even had beer for lunch &amp;amp; tea break time. They could still continue work after that! Girls &amp;amp; beers are on their mind 99% of the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TDxvcMAKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yQ_NMfSb1Z0/s1600-h/IMG_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148955533307019426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TDxvcMAKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yQ_NMfSb1Z0/s320/IMG_1273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Visited Kuta Beach too during my trip there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149193672063713746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3WcXPcMAdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VP4BoN1JOj8/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Managed to find some time to paint the apartment this year. A lot of my friends asked me to hire a painter. Besides being kiamsiap, I just felt like doing it myself. Damn! It was hardwork, but I'd do it again if there's a chance. There's nothing like the satisfaction you get from knowing you did the work.I know a professional painted can do it in 4-5 days time, but it took me 2 months. Still, I've yet to paint the masterbedroom &amp;amp; 2 bathrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TDkvcMAJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fvUxtopY-xw/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148955309968720018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TDkvcMAJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fvUxtopY-xw/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; My first trip to Kalimantan. Touchdowned at Balikpapan's airport at 4pm and had to drive 7 hours to Bontang where I have a presentation to make the next day. This is the only thing we can see during the drive! My camera ran out of battery, but I had to be on the stack again (like the picture way above).. and I got the chance to see the Sulavesi Sea when I was on top of the stack... man.. it was beautiful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TDevcMAII/AAAAAAAAAD8/_jx3BcVAI5A/s1600-h/IMG_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148955206889504898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TDevcMAII/AAAAAAAAAD8/_jx3BcVAI5A/s320/IMG_1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahh.. beautiful Los Angeles. Have to be here end of every year for our annual sales meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TDSfcMAHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/10nJWV_yksE/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148954996436107378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TDSfcMAHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/10nJWV_yksE/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Having dinner with my colleagues. I don't need alcohol. I was already drunk from the jet lag. Workwise, we had very good year this time. Increased in fuel price has increased our sales as well as many oil companies have the budget to spend. We broke our sales target and this is our best year in history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TDHvcMAGI/AAAAAAAAADs/9nmMqyg52k0/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148954811752513634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TDHvcMAGI/AAAAAAAAADs/9nmMqyg52k0/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Early christmas celebration in Los Angeles (taken early Dec)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TC-PcMAFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_7kONbRe0NQ/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148954648543756370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TC-PcMAFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_7kONbRe0NQ/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beautiful Palm Springs in California. We stayed at Westin and had our sales meeting there. I got up at 6am for an early morning walk. Air was cold and calm, felt so good &amp;amp; free. The hotel resort had some Mexican architecture, as the California state belongs to Mexico long, long time ago. I want to climb that mountain one fine day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TCy_cMAEI/AAAAAAAAADc/JaEXxRhfJxs/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148954455270228034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TCy_cMAEI/AAAAAAAAADc/JaEXxRhfJxs/s320/IMG_1462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I finally found out what Christmas shopping is all about in US. The long queue to pay your stuffs.. etc.. man.. crazy. There are many outlets here, from Levi's to Addidas to Coach etc. I only got some Levi's stuff, but did not get any Coach stuff (I don't know about the price difference in US &amp;amp; M'sia, but after checking it out later when I got back, they were real, REAL cheap there) as the queue was was toooo loooong in Coach outlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TCqPcMADI/AAAAAAAAADU/Qash9egg8pU/s1600-h/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148954304946372658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TCqPcMADI/AAAAAAAAADU/Qash9egg8pU/s320/IMG_1469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Oh yeah.. went to this place where they serve real American meals, meaning 1 serving is good for 3 Asian. Served with waitresses on roller skates in mini skirts. Hell yeah.. next year, I'm gonna have to ask my boss to take me to Hooters..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TCf_cMACI/AAAAAAAAADM/097652v8Ko4/s1600-h/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148954128852713506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TCf_cMACI/AAAAAAAAADM/097652v8Ko4/s320/IMG_1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My favourite ice-cream shop. I have to have this each time I'm in the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rain or shine, tornado or earthquake I have to have this. It gives such orgasmic pleasure that words cannot describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149303713420804578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3YAcfcMAeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/04PaKAMBpjE/s320/IMG_1483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;watching MCR concert, fun to be wiht the rockers and all rocker-wannabe that nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ROCKERS, UNITE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149192018501304770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3Wa2_cMAcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_RBqlWjyMXU/s320/gatsby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Making new friends &amp;amp; watching hip hop dance competition at RUUMS, KL. Fantastic experience. Made me think of the old days when I was into breakdancing 20 years ago.. wah damn malu just to think of that. **this pic, stolen from Vivienne**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149306131487392258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3YCpPcMAgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VJOiFzZaO1U/s320/ruums.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spending some fun time with loved ones. she's going thru some shit situation with her job, but I guess she'll pull thru. **this pic, stolen from Erika**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149305104990208498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3YBtfcMAfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1n7o7622B18/s320/ICLS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; It has been 1 year since, &amp;amp; still going on strong on the mandarin course.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149315378551980594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3YLDfcMAjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PI4PN0K-jFg/s320/shogun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;year end dinner with malaysian reps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149309537396458018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3YFvfcMAiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mL4QiuQ3mUE/s320/IMG_1491.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Busy year, but managed to read some good books. I believe somehow knowledge gives me some personal satisfaction. Some titles include: Gengkhis Khan - Life, Death &amp;amp; Resurrection; I'm Not Sick, Just A Bit Unwell; Personal Financial Planning in Malaysia; Maximise What You Have, No Matter What You Have Now; The Chinese Dilemma; The Google Story; The Rules Of Life; The Long Tail; Repacking Your Bags - Lighten Your Load for The Rest of Your life, An Illustrated Cycle of Chinese Festivities in Malaysia &amp;amp; Singapore. If anyone wants to borrow these books, then I charge a minimum fee of Rupiah 0.01 per day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TCBfcMAAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KXgTig80nko/s1600-h/IMG_1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148953604866703362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TCBfcMAAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KXgTig80nko/s320/IMG_1477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It has been a very interesting year so far for me. I hope it gets better in these last few days, and next year. Things might not go with what we have in mind all the time, but I'd just like to take a moment here to be thankful that I'm still healthy, I still get to wake up to see the morning sun each day, I still have the eyes to see, hands to play the guitar, I can still smell &amp;amp; taste food, voice to sing, I've still got my legs to carry me, I still get the chance to earn a living, and still be with wonderful friends &amp;amp; families. Hats off to 2007...&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;/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/8818161413037018385-2290361521920378025?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2290361521920378025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=2290361521920378025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/2290361521920378025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/2290361521920378025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/reflections-of-2007-warning-very-long.html' title='reflections of 2007 (warning: very long post)'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3TGbvcMAbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3hVChFXJZAk/s72-c/IMG_0789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-3856356336656499357</id><published>2007-12-26T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:16:04.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something spontaneous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So it was Christmas Eve, I was with 2 of my Malaysian representatives sitting in one of those modern coffee shop, having our morning coffee and doing some work over the net. Hmm.. not much work to do on that day, as everyone's practically in festive mood, and none of my customers from neighbouring Asian countries were bugging me too. So, I called up my ex-colleague who took a few days off from his work in Singapore &amp;amp; came back to KL to join us. &amp;amp; what do you know, we ponteng kerja &amp;amp; all of us ended up in RedBox Sunway at 1.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148249492223164290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3JBovcL_4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7D0_3M2-tx4/s400/redbox+4.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belting away thru the tunes from "Show Me How To Live" by Audioslave (this blog was inspired by this song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148250359806558098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3JCbPcL_5I/AAAAAAAAACE/vDuZGbD6i74/s400/redbox+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rockin' away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148250978281848738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3JC_PcL_6I/AAAAAAAAACM/CzKiILFny5g/s400/redbox+3.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rockin' again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148251399188643762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3JDXvcL_7I/AAAAAAAAACU/wSYU0rHXEe4/s400/redbox+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after couple shots of vodka, even the waiter can be your good friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, in conclusion, it's fun to be spontaneous and impromptu once in a while. It's been quite a while since I done something like that. Just remember, when you're having fun, have fun, and let it out with no reservations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-3856356336656499357?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3856356336656499357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=3856356336656499357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/3856356336656499357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/3856356336656499357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-spontaneous.html' title='something spontaneous...'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R3JBovcL_4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7D0_3M2-tx4/s72-c/redbox+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-2339253609827026522</id><published>2007-12-18T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:16:02.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when u're gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3o4_SarOng&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3o4_SarOng&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is not the newest song, but I think it's one of the coolest this year. I've never been an emotional person, don't think I will be, but watching the MV, especially the old man in this video... seems so.. "fuiyoh".. Makes me think of the people in my life. Whether they've left this world, or if they still around, what are they doing now...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;veryone needs their own time and space, no doubt about that, same with me, but nevertheless, I think it would be good to spend time with them or catch up &amp;amp; have fun with them once in a while. We never know when they'll walk out or join the departed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-2339253609827026522?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2339253609827026522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=2339253609827026522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/2339253609827026522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/2339253609827026522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-ure-gone.html' title='when u&apos;re gone'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-8013734813110978896</id><published>2007-12-15T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:17:19.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiks! apa ni?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R2Mwo_cL_3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhVhhpihhZk/s1600-h/IMG_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144008680169799538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R2Mwo_cL_3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhVhhpihhZk/s400/IMG_1164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looks like any normal guitar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R2MwdfcL_2I/AAAAAAAAABs/J-nrFbdgwok/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144008482601303906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R2MwdfcL_2I/AAAAAAAAABs/J-nrFbdgwok/s400/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but wait! what're these?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R2MwS_cL_1I/AAAAAAAAABk/yP3mLGc20Qk/s1600-h/IMG_1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144008302212677458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R2MwS_cL_1I/AAAAAAAAABk/yP3mLGc20Qk/s400/IMG_1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;closer.. closer.. ahh! telur cicak..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R2MwIvcL_0I/AAAAAAAAABc/Fybpes9ChUM/s1600-h/IMG_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144008126119018306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R2MwIvcL_0I/AAAAAAAAABc/Fybpes9ChUM/s400/IMG_1166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slipped &amp;amp; broke! sob! sob!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my el-cheapo electric guitar that I got about 7 years ago. It still sounds good 'till this day.Didn't touch it for about 2 months as I was (pretending to be) really busy, doing household chores.. painting the apartment.. and other stuffs.Anyway, tried to move the eggs to another location, but they slipped &amp;amp; broke! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/8818161413037018385-8013734813110978896?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8013734813110978896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=8013734813110978896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/8013734813110978896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/8013734813110978896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/aiks-apa-ni.html' title='aiks! apa ni?'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R2Mwo_cL_3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhVhhpihhZk/s72-c/IMG_1164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-1570290462380899636</id><published>2007-12-09T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T10:19:39.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Fighter 4... lai liao...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZP3WYiOncI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZP3WYiOncI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! I'm so so so so so excited! Hold on.. lemme gain my composure first. OK.. I'm cool now. Street Fighter 4 is supposedly coming end of 2007, &amp;amp; I can't wait to play it! I've been a fan of this video game ever since it was introduced way, way baaaack when I was 13. I remember I would spend hours at the video game arcade, spending all my pocket money perfecting my skills on this game. I think 2-3 years after the first game, the 2nd installment was introduced and oh boy! Everyday after school I'd be at the arcade with my friends, even though we were underaged at that time to enter the arcade, but.. I guess you know how the world works. I still remember escaping through the backdoor when police raided the place, and sometimes when we were not so lucky, they would caught us and take down our names &amp;amp; IC #. But nothing happened after that.. they did not inform our parents or anything like that. Beats me, why they were taking down our particulars and doing nothing after that.&lt;br /&gt;I mastered all the installments after Street Fighter 2, except for 3, which did not appeal to me because of the weird graphics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this latest installment is not in our local arcade (as of now). I heard news that it's going to be 3D type, and I can't wait for it!! Just hope that I won't get disappointed though..&lt;br /&gt;OK. I know, I know. You all must be thinking, "What the hell is wrong with this old man? Grow up!" Well, there are 2 things which seemed unexplainable &amp;amp; will forever remain that way. Firstly, women will always be fascinated with shoes, shoes &amp;amp; more shoes. It's never enough shoes for them. And secondly, men will always be boys. Don't question these 2 facts, just live with it... hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-1570290462380899636?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1570290462380899636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=1570290462380899636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/1570290462380899636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/1570290462380899636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2007/12/street-fighter-4-lai-liao_09.html' title='Street Fighter 4... lai liao...'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-4095015198866508287</id><published>2007-11-25T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:40:14.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats, Jon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R0jXQcFbn7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/s2aQwkVV2QE/s1600-h/garfield.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136592052432904114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R0jXQcFbn7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/s2aQwkVV2QE/s400/garfield.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Has it occured to you or is it just me that Jon finally found someone? I've been reading Garfield for many years &amp;amp; I guess I just read the daily strip on The Star without even realizing that Jon finally has a girlfriend. I knew he's got himself a nice catch, but I don't realize it (man.. what the hell am I talking about??) I guess I have to stop to smell the roses sometime. Life on the fastlane sure zooms by you too fast sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As far as I can remember, Jon's lovelife sucks and he has always had the phone slammed down on him &amp;amp; has always been rejected gazillion times. Well, boys &amp;amp; girls, don't fret, if Jon can find someone, so can you. Don't give up! There's someone for everyone out there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, congrats to Jon... you're rocking now! (I must be going crazy too.. congratulating a comic character... oh well...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-4095015198866508287?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4095015198866508287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=4095015198866508287' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/4095015198866508287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/4095015198866508287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/congrats-jon.html' title='Congrats, Jon!'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/R0jXQcFbn7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/s2aQwkVV2QE/s72-c/garfield.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818161413037018385.post-6121535199307847436</id><published>2007-11-18T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:44:40.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY 1ST working trip out of the country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY JOB takes me to places I never imagine I had the chance to go to. I've been to most of the countries in SEA. Most of the places I've been to were not really considered as tourist spots, but rather the deep jungles or the outskirts of major towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember my first working trip out of the country. I had to to do a presentation in a pulp &amp;amp; paper company back then in 2004. I was still working in my old place, I've not even joined the new company yet, but said they require my services urgently, so I had to take a few days off, to travel to this place.. (of course they paid me extra $$ back then). What I didn't know was how the journey would be. So, on 24th Sept 2004, I took a flight to Medan, Sumatera &amp;amp; after that we had to drive up to Lake Toba and spent a night there. The client's place is another hour away from Lake Toba. Driving up to Lake Toba took 7 hours.. on some long and winding road. Along the way, I saw many impoverished villages, mostly the of Orang Batak natives. Looking at their facilities or rather lack of facilities, made me feel sad for them. I saw naked kids running along the road, and people with no shoes walking around. It's hard to imagine living there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134093983489433490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/Rz_3RsFbn5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Mao-qErtMOQ/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" width="230" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did not take my camera with me there, but these are some of the souvenirs I got.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was great experience travelling there.. although the 7 hour journey (in an old jeep with lousy suspension) on the rocky road would made anyone even with balls of steel feel sore in their nuts....haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travelling to these places sure made me appreciate the life I have back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8818161413037018385-6121535199307847436?l=theclitmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6121535199307847436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8818161413037018385&amp;postID=6121535199307847436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/6121535199307847436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8818161413037018385/posts/default/6121535199307847436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclitmaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-1st-working-trip-out-of-country.html' title='MY 1ST working trip out of the country'/><author><name>rockstar@thedarkness.com</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkWLD___Heg/Rz_3RsFbn5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Mao-qErtMOQ/s72-c/IMG_1345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
