<?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-8748010</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:18:24.657+08:00</updated><category term='Anime'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Feeling'/><category term='All in a Day'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Fabulous !!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-3911266113560232132</id><published>2011-03-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T00:02:06.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Two Wolves</title><content type='html'>An elder Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life.&lt;br /&gt;He said to them, “A fight is going on inside me... it is a terrible fight and it is&lt;br /&gt;between two wolves.&lt;br /&gt;“One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity,&lt;br /&gt;guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.&lt;br /&gt;“The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness,&lt;br /&gt;benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and&lt;br /&gt;faith.&lt;br /&gt;“This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too.”&lt;br /&gt;The children thought about it for a minute and then one child asked “Which&lt;br /&gt;wolf will win, grandfather?”&lt;br /&gt;The old Cherokee simply replied... “The one you feed.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-3911266113560232132?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/3911266113560232132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-wolves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/3911266113560232132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/3911266113560232132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-wolves.html' title='The Two Wolves'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-1617766062254294368</id><published>2010-01-18T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:47:05.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Wow, I am going to make a come back. So stay tune.  Going to change the appearance of my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-1617766062254294368?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/1617766062254294368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/1617766062254294368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/1617766062254294368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-3860548926895140232</id><published>2008-03-11T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:37:41.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Mins Interview</title><content type='html'>Wow... That was fast... Hope good news will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-3860548926895140232?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/3860548926895140232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-mins-interview.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/3860548926895140232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/3860548926895140232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-mins-interview.html' title='10 Mins Interview'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-631909251995567003</id><published>2008-01-01T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:36:17.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007 and Welcome 2008</title><content type='html'>Wow... this is the first day of a new year and I... overslept due to over-partying last night.  Last night was quite a special night.  Try picturing count down at McDonald.  Yesh! last night heavy downpour and traffic jam left us no choice.  But it was a good experience, no more pubs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 11am and wasted my morning just like that.  I also wasted my afternoon and night by not drafting out any activity.  Well, the first day of new year just gone like that.  Hope that this phenomenon is not repetitive throughout this year.  Gosh, I have forgotten to check my new year resolution last year and write a new one.  Oh well... I don't give a damn.  Happy new year to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-631909251995567003?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/631909251995567003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-2007-and-welcome-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/631909251995567003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/631909251995567003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-2007-and-welcome-2008.html' title='Goodbye 2007 and Welcome 2008'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-5109692854726754715</id><published>2007-12-29T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:30:04.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep and rise early</title><content type='html'>Now I am kissing my student life goodbye one by one.  Habits like sleep until the sun can burn your butt and skip classes have to be forgone and forgotten.  Now I even have work on Saturday.  Sometimes I feel jealous when my friend start to plan for their weekend. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; The most recent habit I gave up was sleeping late because of three reasons:&lt;br /&gt;        1. My parents would nag me&lt;br /&gt;        2. Sleep at 3 and wake up at 7? No way!&lt;br /&gt;        3. Fuel get low easily.  Do anything also will get tired easily after working hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would just lie on the bed resting and eventually, I will fall asleep.  It is an unhealthy symptom and I have to find a solution to change my current lifestyle.  Sad, my social link is running low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-5109692854726754715?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/5109692854726754715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleep-and-rise-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/5109692854726754715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/5109692854726754715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleep-and-rise-early.html' title='Sleep and rise early'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-301330987335406514</id><published>2007-12-27T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:33:17.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>What should I achieve in life or what should I do with my life. Lately my life is fill with question marks.  Feel like riding a never-ending spinning teacup.  I just keep on turning and turning until my head goes dizzy without stopping for a time out to puke.  It can be said that I have reached the stage where life is suffocating.  Should I increase my pace and head butt ahead or pull an emergency break?  All of them involve a fair amount of risks which reminds me of Robert Frost's poem.  Life sucks as an engineer.  Dull and lifeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-301330987335406514?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/301330987335406514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/12/life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/301330987335406514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/301330987335406514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-7124898818752818502</id><published>2007-08-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:18:14.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Loss</title><content type='html'>Shoot! The monkeys today made me so angry.  They really acted like monkeys just coming out of the jungle.   At that time I was so mad and so brainless that I smacked my lovely antenna pen at the table.  At the end, of course it was broken.  It was a gift from one of my mother's student from Japan.  So if anyone see a similar pen like this on the market, please let me know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RtQtr5dZkLI/AAAAAAAAACw/UhRryWak1e0/s1600-h/531057e7524292190bc424176bf89539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RtQtr5dZkLI/AAAAAAAAACw/UhRryWak1e0/s320/531057e7524292190bc424176bf89539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103754509899370674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-7124898818752818502?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/7124898818752818502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-loss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/7124898818752818502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/7124898818752818502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-loss.html' title='Big Loss'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RtQtr5dZkLI/AAAAAAAAACw/UhRryWak1e0/s72-c/531057e7524292190bc424176bf89539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-8770861696347025094</id><published>2007-04-26T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T06:02:32.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day'/><title type='text'>Chickens Spree!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha... Initially, I installed the "Chicken Invaders III - The Revenge of the Yolk" to let 老妖 engross with it so that she will not go digging at my private "stuffs" :p .  However, it is I who had fallen to this flashy mini game. I spent hours advancing to the next levels.  At the end, I had sacrificed my sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have conquered the game.  I have acquired all the medals and played the game to its maximum potential.  Finally, I can ....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/Ri_PVSsuJZI/AAAAAAAAACY/YuRjJkVpZ4k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/Ri_PVSsuJZI/AAAAAAAAACY/YuRjJkVpZ4k/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057488871263970706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The starting of the game ... AAAAAA.... notice the fork??? KFC time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/Ri_PVisuJaI/AAAAAAAAACg/CAEBwQf67Ns/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/Ri_PVisuJaI/AAAAAAAAACg/CAEBwQf67Ns/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057488875558938018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The special power existed only if you beat the game once hahaa.  You can use forks to thrust the chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/Ri_PVisuJbI/AAAAAAAAACo/mobxB5ZyTFA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/Ri_PVisuJbI/AAAAAAAAACo/mobxB5ZyTFA/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057488875558938034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final boss of the game, an egg yolk.  Will suffer a protein overdose tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-8770861696347025094?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/8770861696347025094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/04/chickens-spree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/8770861696347025094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/8770861696347025094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/04/chickens-spree.html' title='Chickens Spree!!!'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/Ri_PVSsuJZI/AAAAAAAAACY/YuRjJkVpZ4k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-8681353121467736946</id><published>2007-04-11T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T03:03:14.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem of Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;One dark night when all was bright.&lt;br /&gt;Two dead men got up to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Back to back they faced each other.&lt;br /&gt;Pulled out their guns and stabbed each other.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t believe this lie is true.&lt;br /&gt;Ask the blind man he saw it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gensmall"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-8681353121467736946?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/8681353121467736946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/04/poem-of-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/8681353121467736946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/8681353121467736946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/04/poem-of-lies.html' title='Poem of Lies'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-1351725116828568401</id><published>2007-03-20T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T01:08:12.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day'/><title type='text'>On The Run</title><content type='html'>So many things to do yet so little time I have :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-1351725116828568401?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/1351725116828568401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/1351725116828568401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/1351725116828568401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-run.html' title='On The Run'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-892341011099695087</id><published>2007-03-18T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T04:12:02.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>I Love One Piece</title><content type='html'>Been spending my whole Chinese New Year to catch up to the recent series of One Piece (Anime and manga).  Love their story lines and battles.  However, the battle seems too long in one island.  Below are the newest bounty for the Monkey D. Luffy and his nakama tachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RfxKb8n2lLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/blQOZp-7QLE/s1600-h/One+Piece+Edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RfxKb8n2lLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/blQOZp-7QLE/s320/One+Piece+Edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042987526738318514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-892341011099695087?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/892341011099695087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-one-piece.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/892341011099695087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/892341011099695087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-one-piece.html' title='I Love One Piece'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RfxKb8n2lLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/blQOZp-7QLE/s72-c/One+Piece+Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-5717174358430995596</id><published>2007-03-15T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:00:36.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I suggested to the gang that we all go "300" watching today.  It turned out that I will never regret spending my two hours of my life watching this movie.  The CG was stunning and the story line was fascinating (Geessh... how those beefcakes trained their bodie? I would like one too.) Oh, plus there were bloods everywhere, however there were no massive piles of blood to be seen after each battle scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brought my mind into thoughts was the Spartan’s way of living to fight and to die in combat during a campaign with honor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their self-discipline and courage in the face of pain and danger had upgraded my horizon in my view towards life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are the two values that most people lack of nowadays. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Take me for example.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve always lost my concentration when I am doing a task assigned to me such as programming or studying to watching dramas and web surfing. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For the Spartans, if they did not have self-discipline, it might cause them their lives and shame.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Besides, many people also afraid to face challenges and obstacles in life. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the movie, the 300 Spartans never retreat even though they had the chance and even though they knew staying there was an express ticket to hell. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the end, they fought till they drew out their last breathe. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The moral of the story is “do not give in to fear and move forward” but it is okay to retreat if the outcome will bring deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;        I almost cried at the end (the tears was rolling inside and I managed to suck them in using all my might) when King Leonidas was about to die when he uttered “my queen, my wife, my love, be strong, goodbye” (at least this was what I heard). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He never managed to tell how deep his love was to his wife, he never did because it would show how fragile he was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think most men feel the same way too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Saying the word “I love you” is as hard as climbing Mountain Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;        To sum up, this was a superb movie. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and the Oracle was the most eye-soothing object in the movie. &lt;span style=""&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/8748010-5717174358430995596?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/5717174358430995596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/5717174358430995596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/5717174358430995596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-5508707839959173603</id><published>2007-03-13T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:19:43.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Finally One Down Three To Go</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday, the Pretender chaur and I managed to get out hardware Lomo done.  Finally can let go off the rock in my heat.  I was more relieved when our supervisor Mr.Alan said that our hardware was good.  Now I can fully concentrate on my software, thesis and presentation.  The software still needs lots of constructions and debugging, hope I can finish them on time.  The below pictures were taken from our digitize Lomo camera :D  I think Dr. Dirk will be proud  too :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RfZSHMn2k9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E8bK6AWUHLM/s1600-h/2007-03-12-56582a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RfZSHMn2k9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E8bK6AWUHLM/s320/2007-03-12-56582a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041307116488790994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RfZTTMn2k-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SSN86SGW0zk/s1600-h/2007-03-12-56596a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RfZTTMn2k-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SSN86SGW0zk/s320/2007-03-12-56596a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041308422158848994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RfZTTMn2k_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lzZn3SxQhP0/s1600-h/2007-03-12-56612a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RfZTTMn2k_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lzZn3SxQhP0/s320/2007-03-12-56612a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041308422158849010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I also had the longest dinner among friends.  We started to dine at 6.45 and finished around 10 something.  However, it was really pleasant where I got to hang out with my old pals (Soon Aik, Sebastian and Echaur).  I also had my first Petai dish (first time ate Petai).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-5508707839959173603?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/5508707839959173603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-one-down-three-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/5508707839959173603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/5508707839959173603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-one-down-three-to-go.html' title='Finally One Down Three To Go'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlHFSH90rlI/RfZSHMn2k9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E8bK6AWUHLM/s72-c/2007-03-12-56582a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-7171759936282634963</id><published>2007-03-08T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:20:20.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Finally Clean!</title><content type='html'>Tonight, we (Jason and I) finally got our kitchen clean.  It had been staying dirty for almost a year now.  After much influence of Monica from "Friends", I'd decided to pull my old pal/house mate Jason to do the cleaning together.  After much toss and throw, rub and wash, we'd finally got the kitchen clean... It was a great achievement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/02/3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/02/2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/02/1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-7171759936282634963?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/7171759936282634963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-clean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/7171759936282634963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/7171759936282634963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-clean.html' title='Finally Clean!'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-400331983514924855</id><published>2007-03-01T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:21:42.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I AM TOO OLD!!!</title><content type='html'>It was late at night and I took a personality test... It turned out that I am over-matured (too old) @.@ Tomorrow should go and buy some anti-aging cream liao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="text4102"&gt;&lt;span id="tpid4102"&gt;&lt;span id="spid4102"&gt;如果你是童話故事中，想吃掉3隻小豬的大野狼，你覺得用哪一種方法可以吃掉他們？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="text4102"&gt;&lt;span id="tpid4102"&gt;&lt;span id="spid4102"&gt; 1. 模仿豬媽媽聲音騙開門&lt;br /&gt;2. 用槌子把門整個砸壞&lt;br /&gt;3. 從煙囪偷偷爬進屋內&lt;br /&gt;4. 等小豬沒戒心自己出來&lt;br /&gt;5. 用煙把小豬燻到暈倒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="text4102"&gt;&lt;span id="tpid4102"&gt;&lt;span id="spid4102"&gt; 1. 選＜模仿豬媽媽聲音騙開門＞的朋友&lt;br /&gt;【你的心智成熟，足以當別人的心靈導師了】&lt;br /&gt;你的幼稚指數40﹪：這類型的人會用言語做溝通的方式跟人家做進一步的交談，處理事情的時候會很有耐心而且能夠抓住人性。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 選＜用槌子把門整個砸壞＞的朋友&lt;br /&gt;【直到被撞到滿頭包傷痕累累，你才會知道不長大不行了】&lt;br /&gt;你的幼稚指數80﹪：這類型的人比較大男人或大女人，表面上很成熟，其實內心是非常幼稚的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 選＜從煙囪偷偷爬進屋內＞的朋友&lt;br /&gt;【你自知已經半大不小，必須學習獨立自主】&lt;br /&gt;你的幼稚指數55﹪：這類型的人知道做事情要利用方法，在人生的路途中他會慢慢的讓自己學習成長。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 選＜等小豬沒戒心自己出來＞的朋友&lt;br /&gt;【你不但不幼稚，而且成熟過了頭，小心未老先衰】&lt;br /&gt;你的幼稚指數20﹪：這類型的人對很多事情已經懂得放手，以及爭取強求其實是沒有用的，因此會用等待的方式來做任何事情，不管是工作或者是愛情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 選＜用煙把小豬燻到暈倒＞的朋友&lt;br /&gt;【你活在童話世界中，幼稚到了極點，讓大家都擔心】&lt;br /&gt;你的幼稚指數99﹪：這類型的人憑著感覺走，想要做什麼就做什麼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I chose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="text4102"&gt;&lt;span id="tpid4102"&gt;&lt;span id="spid4102"&gt;等小豬沒戒心自己出來 as my answer... Next time I would try not to be sly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-400331983514924855?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/400331983514924855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-too-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/400331983514924855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/400331983514924855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-too-old.html' title='I AM TOO OLD!!!'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-116620770701099853</id><published>2006-12-16T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:22:22.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day'/><title type='text'>Such a Busy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was my first holiday granted by my boss after 9 long weeks of facing cables, connectors and laces. As a result of treasuring the holiday, I was totally exhausted but satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I woke up extremely (because last night I fell asleep right in front of the com at 10.30pm).  Then I went to the nearest Pasar to buy my beloved family their breakfast (my first time buying breakfast alone -_-''' great achievement :D :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, I had lunch with my colleagues as promised the night before to them.  A bit paiseh that one of my colleague, Chee ended up treating me lunch.  Since it was my last day at the 8mile TM, we took some pictures together.  But this did not mean the end, we still plan to meet up today to buy some erm... illegal stuffs (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after lunch, @pple sms me to ask me whether I am free for the night or not.  I ended up spending the rest of the day with her, loitering around shopping complexes.  Before that I also have fun observing her do some "professional" accounting chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I get my hair cut because @pple and Florence said that my hair look messy? It cost me RM26 but I am quite impress with my new look.  Oh... and I twisted my leg while I was in shopping spree mode, did'nt look at the floor while walking... So I ended up getting my leg adjusted back by a sinsei introduced by  Florence.  Luckily I still manage to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I leave @pple to Florence for a while at night after dinner and went for piano lesson.  Learn a new song but also means that I have to practice harder ... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, meet up with @pple and Florence again to go to the cinema to watch Possessed since it was shot in Kuching.  At first I felt a bit regret purchasing the ticket after looking at the trailer and posters, scary man. But after the show finished, one thing I can comment is.... this show is a comedy.... the gals and the boys don know how to act and they juz have nice body nia -_- Amber Chia perform exotic Yoga during the movie and Harisu still look pretty eventhough she put on make up to act as a ghost.  I also manage to nap for a while as usual.  In short the movie was a major let down.  The guy in front of me kept laughing but I think I laughed louder than him during the movie.  In fact everyone seems to hold their laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on our way back, Florence and I had the same thoughts ----&gt; Harisu and the guy (dunno what name) had a kiss scene... and we thought that it was disgusting.  But after a few moments of pondering, I think it was still acceptable since s/he got something removed and got nice demon body shape and an angelic face.  As I am writing, I am still digesting this topic... That's all from me for now~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-116620770701099853?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/116620770701099853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/12/such-busy-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/116620770701099853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/116620770701099853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/12/such-busy-day.html' title='Such a Busy Day'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-115767361423580702</id><published>2006-09-08T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:24:11.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Finally... Done</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, my supervisor ask me to pass up my final year project presentation slide for him to see on Thursday.  My mind already started to plan days ago but I ended up postpone it a day more because I cannot seem to write anything onto the slide. Ideas keep rushing in my head and I get papers full of draft about it but I couldn't seem to get it into the slides (was I repeating myself?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my other partner Joshua, finish his slides early and send it to me so that I can refer to it.  After few hours of head cracking and help from my housemate Jason, finally I get to submit the paper at 1am.  Now I am going to have a peaceful sleep and handle the EMI assignment.  Thanks Joshua and Jason.  Joshua, Jason 傻傻分不清楚。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-115767361423580702?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/115767361423580702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115767361423580702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115767361423580702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-done.html' title='Finally... Done'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-115748092322603956</id><published>2006-09-06T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:24:23.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>觉悟</title><content type='html'>今天终于明白你对我说的话句句都是对的。 因为我得不成熟， 我今天又跟我的朋友发生了口角虽然是在网上交谈，也该算是口角吧！ 不然叫文角多难听。 得罪人真的心里很不好受， 我想我跟他之间已经隔着一道看不见的墙了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从今以后，我得跟自己约法三章， 绝对要以以下的几条法则：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 我要注意从我嘴巴所吐出的话。所谓祸从口出， 以后我讲话绝对要思考再思考， 绝对不要轻举妄动。 我每一次都有话直说， 这个习惯需要改一改了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 我这个人纳。。。真的缺少计划。什莫事情都想到才做，从来没有计划过。 有些事会被我忘记，有些事到了紧要关头才去做，有些事做的马马虎虎。。。 是时候在我的簿子里写一些东西了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 我发现到我做事太犹疑不决， 考虑到很多因素， 其中包括朋友、亲人等等。。。 我很少把自己摆在第一位。 今天这个习惯惹来我朋友的不爽。明明是关心他却被批评得一文不值。这个朋友时白交了。所以以后我尽量坚决果断一点。有人跟我说，朋友是拿来利用的，此话真的一点都不错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;觉悟了，梦醒了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-115748092322603956?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/115748092322603956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115748092322603956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115748092322603956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_06.html' title='觉悟'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-115707623210071860</id><published>2006-09-01T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:24:42.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day'/><title type='text'>停电咯！</title><content type='html'>又梦见她了。 面对她， 感觉上好大的压力。这次聊着聊着我就被惊醒了。当我睁开眼之际， 我房间的夜灯熄灭了，电脑荧幕也关了， 整间房间乌黑一片。我脑子第一时间想到的是停电了。我用手提电话的灯沿着黑暗慢慢走到客厅察看电路。 果然不出所料，真的停电了。周围邻居的房子也漆黑一片。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我要转回头回去我的房间的时候，杰森我的屋友也醒了。After minutes of crappy conversation, 我们决定驾车出去兜兜风， 看看情况有多严重。出去后才发现只有我们的area中招罢乐。到了家门口，四周还是一片漆黑，感觉犹如置身在Silent　Ｈｉｌｌ　的世界，　睡衣突然全消失掉了。我们便决定去吃宵夜。那时已经三点多了。我们在Ｓｕｂａｉｄａｈ呆了整整两个小时才结帐踏上归途。当然那时候，家里已经有电了。　好一个夜晚！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-115707623210071860?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/115707623210071860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115707623210071860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115707623210071860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='停电咯！'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-115693198300834756</id><published>2006-08-30T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:25:04.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day'/><title type='text'>胃痛记</title><content type='html'>上个星期六，我的胃疼得很厉害所以跑去看医生了。 拿了药， 回家吃了，就去睡了。醒过来的时候，感觉还不错，就把药丢了（我的胃痛通常只是短暂的）。哪知道。。。 这是个噩梦的开始。&lt;br /&gt;   这几天我的胃一直在痛。 不管有没有食物进肚，我都会痛的冒冷汗。还让朋友们担心， 实在是有够是失败。连到了吉隆坡购买project所需物品和游玩也不能尽兴， 让全体的人员扫兴， 真得很对不住。昨天更是以因为胃痛拒绝了一个好朋友的生日会。真得很希望他能谅解我。在这里我想对他郑重地说声对不起。&lt;br /&gt;   导致胃痛的原因我还在寻觅着。可能这几天睡得太少乐，或者是不定时的进食时间，又或者最近所累积的压力所造成的。所以呢，我这几天尽量早睡早起（我想是不太可能乐），定时吃东西和尽量放松自己。 希望能战胜胃病。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-115693198300834756?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/115693198300834756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115693198300834756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115693198300834756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_30.html' title='胃痛记'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-115663205562431604</id><published>2006-08-27T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:25:07.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>我很好</title><content type='html'>很感谢关心我的朋友们， 尤其是Jason,  Oliver,　Ｓｅｂａｓｔｉａｎ还有爱莱。请不要为我担心了，因为我很好。谢谢你们这一个星期来风雨无助地陪在我身边，我很感动哟！真得十分感激。　今天没心情写太多，　好想好好休息几天，让自己好好轻松下来，　自我检讨，然后在继续努力向前冲刺。加油加油加油！　谢谢你们的关心。。。　Ｉ　ａｍ　ｏｋａｙ　：Ｄ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-115663205562431604?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/115663205562431604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115663205562431604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115663205562431604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_27.html' title='我很好'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-115647085521189033</id><published>2006-08-25T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:56:45.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ariel,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;慰める歌。 それは私の精神を慰めた。Good-bye daysは日本の芸術家YUIによって&lt;br /&gt;第5単一行う。それは太陽の歌 と呼ばれる戯曲からない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good-bye Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞: YUI&lt;br /&gt;作曲: YUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;だからいま　会いにゆく　そう決めたんだ&lt;br /&gt;ポケットの　この曲を　君に聴かせたい&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そっとヴォリュームを上げて　確かめてみたよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Good-bye days&lt;br /&gt;いま　変わる気がする&lt;br /&gt;　昨日までに　so long&lt;br /&gt;かっこよくない優しさがそばにあるから&lt;br /&gt;～with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;片方の　イヤフォンを　君に渡す&lt;br /&gt;ゆっくりと　流れ込む　この瞬間&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;うまく愛せていますか?　たまに迷うけど&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Good-bye days&lt;br /&gt;いま　変わり始めた　胸の奥　alright&lt;br /&gt;かっこよくない優しさがそばにあるから&lt;br /&gt;～with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;できれば　悲しい　想いなんてしたくない&lt;br /&gt;でもやってくるでしょ?&lt;br /&gt;そのとき　笑顔で&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hello!! my friend　なんてさ&lt;br /&gt;言えたならいいのに…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同じ唄を　口ずさむ時&lt;br /&gt;　そばにいて　I wish&lt;br /&gt;かっこよくない優しさに会えてよかったよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Good-bye days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-115647085521189033?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/115647085521189033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-bye-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115647085521189033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115647085521189033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-bye-days.html' title='Good-bye Days'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-115644438702758371</id><published>2006-08-25T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T02:33:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The point of no return</title><content type='html'>I just wanna know what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;To know what I've said&lt;br /&gt;To let you hurt so badly&lt;br /&gt;Until you have totally lost faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Many sleepless night I have been through&lt;br /&gt;Just to try my luck&lt;br /&gt;To guess the correct answer&lt;br /&gt;And repent profusely&lt;br /&gt;The path that we walk together is always that bright&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly it caught the night&lt;br /&gt;I am at the point of despair&lt;br /&gt;Various thoughts rushed in and out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;How come the hole is beyond repair?&lt;br /&gt;Will letting you go sooth your anger?&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever understand my heart?&lt;br /&gt;I know it is too late&lt;br /&gt;When sorry doesn't mean anything to you anymore&lt;br /&gt;When it is too late to pull back the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;From day to day&lt;br /&gt;My breaking point is challenged&lt;br /&gt;I try to tolerate and compromise&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have come upon regret&lt;br /&gt;Mainly of my rushful act to accept you in my life&lt;br /&gt;For I have destroyed a beautiful soul I treasure&lt;br /&gt;Should I give away my heart?&lt;br /&gt;So that I can see your angelic smile once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-115644438702758371?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/115644438702758371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/08/point-of-no-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115644438702758371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115644438702758371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/08/point-of-no-return.html' title='The point of no return'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-115642471507898438</id><published>2006-08-24T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:05:15.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>失落</title><content type='html'>好久没有上来写些东西了。最近有一些懒惰， 心情又有一点儿blue。虽然脑子里面的东西很多很多，但是要把它们全部写出来就有一点困难了。&lt;br /&gt;昨天的考试真的是气死人了。有温习等于没有温习一样。真得让人感到伤心难过。那教授也真是的都要离职了还要特地刁难我们。况且我们也只有一年的就读时间。真希望时间快点地过 ， 这里真的是让人不想久留的地方。好像早点毕业回古晋哟！&lt;br /&gt;此外，还有很多值得我去思考和检讨的问题。现在的我真的是好无助，似乎没有人能够了解我。。。 纳闷ing。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-115642471507898438?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/115642471507898438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115642471507898438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115642471507898438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='失落'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-115314015769575470</id><published>2006-07-17T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:42:37.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak correctly LA</title><content type='html'>Today, I read a short story about the importance of speaking the right way through a book that I just bought.  It inspired me much because I am the one who always speak out my mind without thinking. So the story goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man who invite four people to join him for dinner.  When dinner time came, only three out of the four quests arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was waited anxiously and uttered :" Sigh,  the one who is suppose to come does not turn up yet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listen to that sentence, the first guest felt insulted and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man panicked again and uttered :" Sigh, the one who is not suppose to leave had left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guest heard his comment automatically got insulted and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man then turned to the last guest and said :" They got it all wrong, I am not referring to them..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, all the guest left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is... think before you said anything then think again if possible before anything goes wrong.  A good story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-115314015769575470?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/115314015769575470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/07/speak-correctly-la_17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115314015769575470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115314015769575470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/07/speak-correctly-la_17.html' title='Speak correctly LA'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-115282036814439869</id><published>2006-07-14T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:52:48.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A little bird whispered to me that according to horoscope, it is difficult for a girl to dump me because I am a scorpio. In order to dump me, she should not show obvious heart change, she must do it slowly for example act childishly bit by bit so that I can dump her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a very bad idea to face me head to head because of some bull shit ending such as if I don’t get the girl I love, my love will turn to hatred and I will do some major destruction (kill the girl then harakiri, maybe :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first thing that popped out in my mind was "What? Crap! Bull shit!!! @x#$%&amp; why you have to spoil my day by telling me horoscope?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I confess that I inherit some of scorpio’s deadly poison but when it comes to relationship, I am completely out of the trail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is hard for me to dump a girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I just don’t understand why many of my friends especially girl friends are so enthusiastically in love with this thing; they are mostly proven wrong anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They would just believe what the horoscope has to say and believe it blindly without using their senses to judge and see.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In short, if I can dominate the world, all matters related to horoscope such as books or magazines will be burned for dulling people’s mind at top priority.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-115282036814439869?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/115282036814439869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/07/horoscope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115282036814439869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115282036814439869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/07/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-115244419671103541</id><published>2006-07-09T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:23:16.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawai Penguin Comic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/penguin.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-115244419671103541?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/115244419671103541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/07/kawai-penguin-comic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115244419671103541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/115244419671103541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/07/kawai-penguin-comic.html' title='Kawai Penguin Comic'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114522266247928246</id><published>2006-04-17T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T05:24:22.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies with myths</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen, today our topic is about butterfly.  Hmm... Butterfly is a beautiful insects "evolve" from cocoon (oops too much pokemon -&gt; butterfree) but their life span is so short, just like beautiful ladies (because there's a chinese saying which is beauty does not last long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Chinese and Japanese, butterfly is a source of happiness.  And if you are the type who always day-dream or sleep, maybe there are too many soul butterflies around you until you forget the reality.  Although many people think butterfly is a sweet harmless little thing, some do not cause they FEAR butterflies, either ither they have allergies for butterfly or they just think that butterfly is the soul of the dead and might bring deaths or misfortunes.   To me... I sort of remember butterfly effect (What the hell...) It is like take a butterfly and you can change the past (crap!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/08.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/07.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/06.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/05.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/04.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/03.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/02.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/01.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114522266247928246?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114522266247928246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/04/butterflies-with-myths.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114522266247928246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114522266247928246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/04/butterflies-with-myths.html' title='Butterflies with myths'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114515084135261434</id><published>2006-04-16T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:27:21.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>A simple lyrics sang out my voice deep within my heart. Had enough of you, you, you, you... It is all about you.  My soul isn't gone yet.  My body is made of flesh.  Like what Terry Pratchett said "They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it's not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance".  Ignorance and fathom are only separated by a thin wall.  Will listen to no more baloney.  I'm soulfully twisted now.  Who is going to take care of my feelings?  I am going to lost myself soon enough.  The problem is not me it is in you.  God let there be a ray of light, even a small glimmer will do.  Let there be hope so that I can get through this confusion and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Switchfoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You-Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always something in the way&lt;br /&gt;There's always something getting through&lt;br /&gt;But it's not me&lt;br /&gt;It's You&lt;br /&gt;It's You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime's ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Rings true&lt;br /&gt;But hope is not in what I know&lt;br /&gt;It's not in me, ee&lt;br /&gt;It's in You&lt;br /&gt;It's in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find peace when I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;And I find hope when I'm let down&lt;br /&gt;Not in me, Me,&lt;br /&gt;In You&lt;br /&gt;It's in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to lose myself for good&lt;br /&gt;I hope to find it in the end&lt;br /&gt;Not in me, Me,&lt;br /&gt;In You&lt;br /&gt;In You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In You&lt;br /&gt;In You&lt;br /&gt;It's in You&lt;br /&gt;It's in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always something in the way&lt;br /&gt;There's always something getting through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But It's not me, ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;(It's all I know)&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;(It's all I know)&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;(It's all I know)&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;(It's all I know)&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;It's you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114515084135261434?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114515084135261434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/04/you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114515084135261434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114515084135261434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/04/you.html' title='YOU'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114479003472304249</id><published>2006-04-12T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T05:13:54.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haley James Scott - Halo (One tree hill)</title><content type='html'>I love this song very very much.  The tempo is suitable for my current mood. Ah~~ the magnetic voice of  Bethany Joy Lenz... oh my gosh!!! Support the new album "Friends With Benefit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HALO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never promised you a ray of light,&lt;br /&gt;I never promised there'd be sunshine everyday,&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything I have, the good, the bad.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you put me on a pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so up high that I can't see the ground below,&lt;br /&gt;So help me down you've got it wrong, I don't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me, &lt;br /&gt;But standing from here, you wouldn't say so&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't say so, if you were me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I just wanna love you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I, I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always said that I would make mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only human, and that's my saving grace,&lt;br /&gt;I fall as hard as I try&lt;br /&gt;So don't be blinded&lt;br /&gt;See me as I really am, I have flaws and sometimes I even sin,&lt;br /&gt;so pull me from that pedestal, &lt;br /&gt;I don't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me, &lt;br /&gt;But standing from here, you wouldn't say so&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't say so, if you were me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I just wanna love you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I, I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you think that you know me &lt;br /&gt;But In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am something above you&lt;br /&gt;It's only in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Only in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I wear a&lt;br /&gt;I wear a&lt;br /&gt;I wear a Halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me, &lt;br /&gt;But standing from here, you wouldn't say so&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't say so, if you were me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I just wanna love you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I, I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa ha-ha halo(x9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114479003472304249?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114479003472304249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/04/haley-james-scott-halo-one-tree-hill.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114479003472304249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114479003472304249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/04/haley-james-scott-halo-one-tree-hill.html' title='Haley James Scott - Halo (One tree hill)'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114470458516414480</id><published>2006-04-11T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T05:31:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rose garden in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/69642247@N00/126582813/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/126582813_19e9b2c50d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/69642247@N00/126582813/"&gt;0028395750833&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/69642247@N00/"&gt;fabiankueh&lt;/a&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/8748010-114470458516414480?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114470458516414480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/04/rose-garden-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114470458516414480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114470458516414480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/04/rose-garden-in-my-heart.html' title='A rose garden in my heart'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114418337373429401</id><published>2006-04-05T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T04:43:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokkien Jokes a.k.a Siao Lang Stories</title><content type='html'>I got these from my friend through my mailbox today. Although I don't quite understand Hokkien, I had a good laugh anyway hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joke#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lian called big brother Ah Beng over the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lian: "Ah Beng kor, I can't get my new jig saw puzzle fixed, mah-chiam all the edges cannot fix together, lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beng: "Jig saw puzzle si mi picture, ha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lian: "The box show a big rooster, kanna like the one in talkingcock.com."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beng: "Okay, lah, okay, lah. I come over to tor-long lu, lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng arrives at Ah Lian's place, where she happily leads him to the kitchen table where the jigsaw puzzle is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng examines the puzzle and says, "Si ghee na, si bay gong, put back the corn flakes into the box, lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joke#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Quek made a routine house call to Mr. Lim, one of his elderly patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks, "And how are you doing today, Mr. Lim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lim replies, "I feel just fine, doc. But you know, it's the strangest thing. Every night when I get up to pang jio, the bathroom light goes on for me automatically when I open the door!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor is worried that the old man is getting senile, so he phones the man's son, and the son's wife answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor tells her, "Mrs. Lim, I'm a little concerned about your father-in-law. It seems that when he gets up to urinate at night and opens the bathroom door, the light somehow goes on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which point, Mrs. Lim yells, "Aiyoh, Ah Seng! Ah Pa pang jio in the fridge again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joke#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION: How do you know frogs are Hokkien?&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER : Because when it's cold, they go "kwah, kwah, kwah".&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION : How do Hokkien prawns laugh?&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: Hae hae hae (hokkien for prawns)&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION: How do Hokkien fish laugh?&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER : Hu hu hu (hokkien for fish)&lt;br /&gt;And here is a classic..............&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION : What's the difference between Ang-mor and Hokkien fairy tales?&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: Ang-mor fairy tales begin with "Once upon a time..."&lt;br /&gt;and Hokkien fairy tales begin with "Lim Peh ka li kong..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114418337373429401?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114418337373429401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/04/hokkien-jokes-aka-siao-lang-stories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114418337373429401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114418337373429401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/04/hokkien-jokes-aka-siao-lang-stories.html' title='Hokkien Jokes a.k.a Siao Lang Stories'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114322608629507940</id><published>2006-03-25T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T02:48:06.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Nirvana</title><content type='html'>It is within reach.  I just couldn't imagine if that time my reflex wasn't good enough.  Probably four souls are dancing merrily with the  songbirds in Eden.  Some guys just don't give a damn about getting rid of the ugly blubber.  Besides, some people also think that watching drama is more important than there own life.  Some people also don have the irresponsibilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh... this can go on forever.  To make it simple, my kitchen looks like an aftermath of an earthquake because my cute and adorable housemie have to consume some food to increase his lard intensity.  Furthermore, he made his poor housemate that is me, taking out his laundry (yes... including his giant underwear) out of the washing machine while he enjoyed watching drama with his girl friends without any conscience-stricken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, after he decided to boil some hot water using a kettle (you know la... fat people are afraid of cold).  He just fix his buttocks on the chair and again continue watching drama.  The kettle had erupted at the end with lots of water everywhere when I finally realized something was wrong and managed to turn off the fire in the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... maybe next time when he R.I.P... I sure will burn him a tv + antenna, a vcd player, a computer and lots of paper vcds which contain dramas.  God bless! Amen~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114322608629507940?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114322608629507940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/seeing-nirvana.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114322608629507940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114322608629507940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/seeing-nirvana.html' title='Seeing Nirvana'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114271297399037928</id><published>2006-03-19T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T04:16:14.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male = Wolves</title><content type='html'>Last two days ago, while my girl friend and I were talking about one of our friend love problem.  Suddenly, she mentioned to me that guys evolved from wolves which means guys are hum sup lou in nature or "colour wolves".  Apparently, she got the idea from a hong kong drama called The New Legeng of Ah Wong.  I had been trying very hard to protest the idea and to protect male homo sapiens.  It ended up that we both had a good laugh and the idea was sent to our friend just to "enlighten" her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I discovered two pictures that represent the male's brain which I find that it is quite true for some of my friends.  But not me of course... cause I am so pure + suci + innocent + cute....   So here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/01/malebrain9gy6rh.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/01/malebrain6yc.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree? I vote 50-50 -_-'''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114271297399037928?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114271297399037928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/male-wolves.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114271297399037928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114271297399037928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/male-wolves.html' title='Male = Wolves'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114202395730580411</id><published>2006-03-11T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T04:52:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard wars: Fabian vs Blu-Ray and HD-DVD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a start, I would like to commence with a long string of coarse language.  But to pay homage to Sony and Microsoft for they have perfected my life, I decided to just shut my mouth.  My motive is quite clear actually.  I hope that either one company happens to see this and welcome me to do my industrial training at their companies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group has come out with the topic “Standard wars: Blu-Ray vs HD-DVD” for our Engineering and Society assignment.  Our lecturer has approved our proposal and now we are getting our asses off the chairs to get the assignment done as fast as possible since we still have other projects and assignments to surmount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tasks division among our group mates was quite a success but we had wasted one week waiting for the chance to get together to deal with that.  This is because some of us need to practice autoeroticism, “paktoh” and lingering around.  For me, I am just plainly and simply lazy to sustain the weight of my lard because of the force of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have volunteered to do the facts part such as Introduction, Scope, History and Background.  That means I have to spend most of my time in front of the computer again neglecting all the radiations to hack for materials.  This also means I have to endure quite a period of torment reading through the findings for I don’t ace in English Language and has no speed-reading ability.  How I wish all of them are in the form of formula, simple and straight to the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what is done cannot be undone.  The wars have begun.  Either I manage to hand in on time or I flung the subject.  I cannot comprehend why they need to produce two different standards for us to choose from.  Like I’ve always say, live life simple.  In my opinion, those two standards are just Heath Robinson contraptions.  I can’t wait for the day to start cracking the discs into two parts or used them during my karate sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost 5am but I still have to prevent my eyelids from closing because if I am careless, it is game over for me.  My alter ego doesn’t allow me to produce something imperfect.  To win, I must conquer them all.  (Destiny Child's song is on the air) I'm a survivor, yeah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114202395730580411?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114202395730580411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/standard-wars-fabian-vs-blu-ray-and-hd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114202395730580411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114202395730580411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/standard-wars-fabian-vs-blu-ray-and-hd.html' title='Standard wars: Fabian vs Blu-Ray and HD-DVD'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114176946491171065</id><published>2006-03-08T06:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T06:26:36.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>I don’t recall when I have become vampiric. Same as one of my friend decipher, my biological clock has twisted. I no longer wake up early in the morning. In fact, I do not sleep at night at all lately. I always manage to shut my eyes after the clock points to 8am in the morning. I can hear the birds chirping and the morning sun rays shine through my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of why my sleeping time is disrupted keeps ringing inside my mind. Why? Why? Why? The factors that I can think of are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The night is still young.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don’t want to waste my time sleeping myself away. I just have less than one century to live. Em… unless miracle happens.&lt;br /&gt;3. Night time is cooler; I can concentrate in my studies and play games.&lt;br /&gt;4. I somehow think that night time is longer than the day.&lt;br /&gt;5. I JUST DON’T WANNA SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can correct my problem somehow.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Decypher aka Jason is soon going to be my housemate. COOL!!! For further article visit &lt;a href="http://bleargh.net/wordpress/?p=84"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114176946491171065?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114176946491171065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleepless-nights_08.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114176946491171065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114176946491171065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleepless-nights_08.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114149935038725901</id><published>2006-03-05T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T03:09:10.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend - A Cosplay King</title><content type='html'>Since cosplay is so popular nowaday, my friend has picked up that trend.  Trying to look very cool, he played as Auron in Final Fantasy X when we were studying in the library last sem.  Cool huh?  Too bad the library does not allow any katana inside, or else I can snap a few photos of him slashing the people inside the library.  Oops, they also do not allow photo taking inside the library... Dear me... please keep it a secret... double please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my friend photo, the cosplayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/DSC00090.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the character he is mimicking, Auron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/t-Auron.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? What's your opinion? Alike huh? (please say alike, I don't wanna be killed by him... One damage is around 9999 and my hp only 1000)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114149935038725901?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114149935038725901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-friend-cosplay-king.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114149935038725901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114149935038725901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-friend-cosplay-king.html' title='My Friend - A Cosplay King'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114140462187767705</id><published>2006-03-04T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T00:52:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-Mi - Simply Delicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/69642247@N00/107240427/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/107240427_7615ecd57b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/69642247@N00/107240427/"&gt;DSC00156&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/69642247@N00/"&gt;fabiankueh&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is called Mi-Mi. Em not breasts. It is a type of tidbit. Sebastian just took out a packet from nowhere during the lecture and asked me to taste some. The taste is awesom!!! I guess I am stucked with Mi-Mi for the rest of the week. Kyahahaha! Why I never see this before ler? Am I lame in craving for tidbits? Mi-mi very very delicious. I wonder when can I see "Woof-woof" or "Do-do" and "Re-re"&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114140462187767705?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114140462187767705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/mi-mi-simply-delicious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114140462187767705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114140462187767705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/mi-mi-simply-delicious.html' title='Mi-Mi - Simply Delicious'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114130959144667548</id><published>2006-03-02T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:27:00.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decypher going wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are taken when Jason and I went to Jaya Jusco's arcade once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/DSC00171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason warming up by releasing a few punches on the boxing machine. *Testing *Testing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/DSC00172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason : Haiyak!!! Ah Cha Ah Cha. See my "no shadow punch"&lt;br /&gt;Fabian : (Gulp...) -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;The computer really don't stand a chance and just let Jason punched till game over. So strong so reliable so... Next time if got some gang fight must ask him to join liao. He got potential to become ah beng. In short, Jason rules!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114130959144667548?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114130959144667548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/decypher-going-wild.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114130959144667548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114130959144667548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/decypher-going-wild.html' title='Decypher going wild'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114123870282225504</id><published>2006-03-02T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T02:45:02.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE YOU x1x2x3x4....</title><content type='html'>Today you really get on my nerves. The little star inside off me overgrown with a tremendous pace and now getting ready to explode! Yes, EXPLODE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your irresponsibilities, laziness and your "dirtiness" make me suffer long time.  Why can't you wash your plates after meal? You just keep them stacked until your mood is suitable enough to wash them, and that is like a few days later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you take your laundry out after the washing machine has finished washing them? Instead of taking up, you just wait for another day or just wait for me to take them out for you.  Hey, I am not your servant la, damn it.  I just want to use the damn washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just be a little bit responsible and try to settle things more quickly?  Why can't you remember the dos and the don'ts when you are sharing a house with someone? Is that you don't have any time management or you just don't give a damn what is happening around you?  Why it is always me who has to urge you to take an action?  Why I am the one who has to suffer from all your misbehaviour? I think if you quit all that negative "auras" of yours, you don't need to go on a diet.  You will definitely be slimmer, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now when I wanted to take my snacks from the fridge, I discovered a bag full of broken eggs on top of my tupperware which contained my lovely snacks. The mixture of egg yolk and egg white is all over my container.  I was dumbfounded at first wondering to whom this santanic joke might belong to.  The first person who successfully flashed in my mind after a few seconds was you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was knocking on your door asking about the plastics full of eggs.  Not to my surprise, you admit that the eggs are yours and you have accidently do something to make the precious "little chick to be" to be turned out into this wasteful liquid yesterday.  AND yet you said you are too busy to clean it up and just throw it inside the fridge again.  Busy my shit la. If I didn't see you for days (which I always hope so), that is forgivable.  But you just stayed inside your room &lt;del&gt;ejaculating and spraying sperms&lt;/del&gt; surfing the net and listening to your repeatitive chinese song.  What is that business you are referring to?  KNNCCB, I didn't even receive any apology from all the harzards you have caused me all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, after this sem, I won't be seeing you already.  Thank God.  Rejoice x100 power of infinity.    Leganya saya after writing out my feeling.  Guess I will go and throw some eggs inside his room.  If you see this post, it is time you repent to God.  If not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114123870282225504?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114123870282225504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-you-x1x2x3x4.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114123870282225504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114123870282225504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-you-x1x2x3x4.html' title='I HATE YOU x1x2x3x4....'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114121907636045192</id><published>2006-03-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:25:16.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Foggy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/69642247@N00/106294876/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/106294876_bc02ed38fa_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/69642247@N00/106294876/"&gt;DSC00093&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/69642247@N00/"&gt;fabiankueh&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This photo was taken last semester, a few months before when Malacca was raining everyday. Nope... this was not morning. It was an evening where the sun can't even penetrate the fog. I like this kind of weather. Cool and fresh. The whole scenery is like wow!!! A beauty want tree got tree want hill got hill. Hehe I am proud to say that I live in this neighbourhood.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114121907636045192?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114121907636045192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/foggy-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114121907636045192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114121907636045192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/03/foggy-day.html' title='A Foggy Day'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114114235124466884</id><published>2006-02-28T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:11:17.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee And My Old Time Favourite... Wo Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/wodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/69642247@N00/105834547/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/42/105834547_fb895cbe8a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/69642247@N00/105834547/"&gt;drinks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/69642247@N00/"&gt;fabiankueh&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miss the coffee in Kuching. Hope I can get back soon. I dunno why... but the taste of the coffee in Kuching is more compact, more omph, more delicious and more.... Okay I stop... I can finish three to four glass of coffee in Kuching... but here ... one should be enough except for Starbucks and Coffee Bean la.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;Of course, for the wo die I don't think many of you out there know what am I talking about hehe. So here is the picture. Enjoy&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/wodie.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it finger licking good? I think so too... These things can go really tasty when you dip them in garlic sauce provided by the hawkers.  Wah... I am hungry now so I guess I should stop blogging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114114235124466884?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114114235124466884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/02/coffee-and-my-old-time-favourite-wo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114114235124466884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114114235124466884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/02/coffee-and-my-old-time-favourite-wo.html' title='Coffee And My Old Time Favourite... Wo Die'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-114099412760441730</id><published>2006-02-27T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:48:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing me softly</title><content type='html'>I have fallen for him, thoroughly, truly, madly and deeply.  It is that kind of passionate love that makes you able to take the whole moon down for him.  Sadly though, my movement is limited and the only thing I can do is just catch the wonderful things he intends to see and preserve by using my eye and body.  However, I have amnesia sometimes when he asked for "our" precious memory.  The memory just went out one frame by one frame without me realizing... And by the time I realized... most of them are gone... I hope he still has the back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his finger touching and lingering through my whole body.  When I am high enough, my eye sometime release a white ray and shines his world.  That's when I know we share the same memory.  Luckily, he only poke me with a stick when he needed to, unlike some of my friends where they are poked almost every second.  It hurts bad... but also syok in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't express how much I love him and this hurts me a lot.  Whenever I feel his touch and his gentleness, I am happy but depress.  I can't tell how desperate I am to stay by his side all the time and I can't say how much I needed him when I am alone in my blanket or in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing by slowly and my pain grows with each ticking of the clock.  The seconds are just like sharp razors penetrating through my body.  His love is killing me slowly.  Today, I finally break down.  After his last attempt of erasing our memories once again, I can't seem to bear it anymore.  I have reach my peak of calmness.  Then I just go blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is a good way to end my suffering. I can finally rest in peace.  But, he still don't want to let go off me.  The final words I heard him uttered is "Shit! I have to go to the camera shop and fix it fast!".  Well... Maybe he loves me after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-114099412760441730?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/114099412760441730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/02/killing-me-softly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114099412760441730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/114099412760441730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/02/killing-me-softly.html' title='Killing me softly'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-113951373440934739</id><published>2006-02-10T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T03:36:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second attempt.... Very true until I afraid and stop another attempt....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not believe it is sooo real... scary... I should listen to my mama not to do this kind of test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-113951373440934739?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/113951373440934739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/02/second-attempt-very-true-until-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113951373440934739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113951373440934739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/02/second-attempt-very-true-until-i.html' title='Second attempt.... Very true until I afraid and stop another attempt....'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-113951304401797787</id><published>2006-02-10T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T03:28:15.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Awaits???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Death&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/death.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You symbolize the end, which can be frightening.But you also symbolize the immortality of the soul.You represent transformation, rebirth of a new life.Sweeping away the past is part of this card, as painful as it may be.&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, this card does not predict death itself.Instead it foreshadows the ending of an era of your life, one that is hard to let go of.But with the future great new things will come, and it's time to embrace them.Mourn for a while, but then face the future with humility and courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit! This come out? Why so accurate with the current situation? Eh? Blur blur...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-113951304401797787?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/113951304401797787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/02/death-awaits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113951304401797787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113951304401797787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/02/death-awaits.html' title='Death Awaits???'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-113682936652073066</id><published>2006-01-10T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:56:06.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years Older wtf!!!???!!!</title><content type='html'>Just now, my beloved classmate (ice-cream) sent a link about "aging act" to me.  How shock I was when I get the result saying that I am 24 years old.  Come on la... I am still young man.  Maybe I need to change my attitude somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F0FFF0;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-113682936652073066?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/113682936652073066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/01/3-years-older-wtf.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113682936652073066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113682936652073066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2006/01/3-years-older-wtf.html' title='3 Years Older wtf!!!???!!!'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-113498320570814549</id><published>2005-12-19T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:38:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Caroling</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/DSC00054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this during my trip to MP last Friday... How I wish I could sing like them. My voice is so cacat. Wonder when will a machine that can change your voice be invented. I am looking forward for the caroling team that will be visiting our house this wednesday... My friends will be in the caroling team too. Joy joy joy to the world yessshhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-113498320570814549?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/113498320570814549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-caroling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113498320570814549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113498320570814549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-caroling.html' title='Christmas Caroling'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-113498225095248063</id><published>2005-12-19T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:50:50.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let’s have party at Fabian’s house</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, a gang of cockroaches decided to organize a party at Fabian’s house, at the bathroom and kitchen actually.  The end…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/DSC00049.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after party (1-3mins or so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/DSC00048.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/DSC00047.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/DSC00046.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-113498225095248063?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/113498225095248063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-have-party-at-fabians-house.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113498225095248063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113498225095248063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-have-party-at-fabians-house.html' title='Let’s have party at Fabian’s house'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-113371500704872466</id><published>2005-12-05T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T01:19:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Chou and Lara - San Hu Hai (Pin Yin, Romanji lyric) 珊瑚海</title><content type='html'>I am doing this again because pin yin is good for my health (crap). I just love this song and after watching the mtv, I am deeply attracted by Lara. A fine piece of work from Jay. If you guys want somemore translation, drop a message and I see whether I can help. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;词:方文山 曲:周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;(Jay)&lt;br /&gt;Hai pin mian yuan fang kai shi ying mai&lt;br /&gt;Bei shang yao zhen me ping jing chun bai&lt;br /&gt;Wo de lian shang shi zhong xia dai&lt;br /&gt;Yi mo qian qian de wu nai&lt;br /&gt;(Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Ni yong chun yu shuo ni yao li kai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay)&lt;br /&gt;Xing bu zai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay+Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Na nan guo wu shen man le xia lai&lt;br /&gt;Xiong yong cao shui ni ting ming bai&lt;br /&gt;Bu shi lang er shi lei hai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay)&lt;br /&gt;Zhuan shen li kai, fen sou shuo bu chu lai&lt;br /&gt;(Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Ni you huo shuo bu chu lai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay+Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Hai niao gen yu xiang ai zhi shi yi chang yi wai&lt;br /&gt;Wo men de ai cha yi yi zhi chun zai&lt;br /&gt;(Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Hui bu lai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay)&lt;br /&gt;Feng zhong cheng ai jin lei ji cheng shang hai&lt;br /&gt;(Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Deng dai jin lei ji cheng shang hai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay+Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Zhuan sheng li kai, fen sou shuo bu chu lai&lt;br /&gt;Wei lan de san hu hai, chuo guo xun jian chang bai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay)&lt;br /&gt;Dang chu pi zhi bu gou cheng xu tan bai&lt;br /&gt;(Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Bu ying gai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay+Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Re qing bu zai xiao rong mian qiang bu lai&lt;br /&gt;Ai shen mai san hu hai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay)&lt;br /&gt;Hui huai de sha diao ru he chong lai&lt;br /&gt;You lie heng de ai zhen me chong gai&lt;br /&gt;Zhi shi yi qia, jie shu tai kuai&lt;br /&gt;Ni shuo ni wu fa shi huai&lt;br /&gt;(Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Bei ke li ying chang shen me qi dai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay)&lt;br /&gt;Deng hua er kai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay+Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Wo men ye yi jing wu xing zai chai&lt;br /&gt;Lian shang hai feng, xian xian de ai&lt;br /&gt;Chung bu chu hai you wei lai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay)&lt;br /&gt;Zhuan shen li kai, fen sou shuo bu chu lai&lt;br /&gt;(Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Ni you hua shuo bu chu lai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay+Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Hai niao gen yu xiang ai, zhi shi yi chang yi wai&lt;br /&gt;Wi men de ai cha yi yi zhi chun zai&lt;br /&gt;(Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Hui bu lai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay)&lt;br /&gt;Feng zhong cheng ai jin lei ji cheng shang hai&lt;br /&gt;(Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Deng dai lei ji cheng shang hai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay+Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Zhuan shen li kai, fen sou shuo bu chu lai&lt;br /&gt;Wei lan de san hu hai chuo guo xun jian chang bai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay)&lt;br /&gt;Dang chu pi chi bu gou cheng xu tan bai&lt;br /&gt;(Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Ni you wo de bu gou cheng xu tan bai, bu ying gai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay)&lt;br /&gt;Re qing bu zai, xiao rong mian qiang bu lai&lt;br /&gt;(Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Ni de xiao rong mian qiang bu lai&lt;br /&gt;(Jay+Lara)&lt;br /&gt;Ai shen mai san hu hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男:海平面远方开始阴霾悲伤要怎么&lt;br /&gt;平静纯白我的脸上始终挟带一抹浅浅的无奈&lt;br /&gt;女:你用唇语说你要离开&lt;br /&gt;男:心不在&lt;br /&gt;男女:那难过无声慢了下来&lt;br /&gt;男女:汹涌潮水你听明白不是浪而是泪海&lt;br /&gt;男:转身离开分手说不出来&lt;br /&gt;女:你有话说不出来&lt;br /&gt;男女:海鸟跟鱼相爱只是一场意外&lt;br /&gt;男女:我们的爱差异一直存在&lt;br /&gt;女:回不来&lt;br /&gt;男:风中尘埃竟累积成伤害&lt;br /&gt;女:等待竟累积成伤害&lt;br /&gt;男女:转身离开分手说不出来&lt;br /&gt;男女:蔚蓝的珊瑚海错过瞬间苍白&lt;br /&gt;男:当初彼此不够成熟坦白&lt;br /&gt;女:你有我的不够成熟坦白&lt;br /&gt;女:不应该&lt;br /&gt;男女:热情不再笑容勉强不来&lt;br /&gt;男女:爱深埋珊瑚海&lt;br /&gt;男:毁坏的沙雕如何重来有裂痕的爱&lt;br /&gt;怎么重盖只是一切结束太快你说你无法释怀&lt;br /&gt;女:贝壳里隐藏什么期待男:等花儿开&lt;br /&gt;男女:我们也已经无心再猜&lt;br /&gt;女男:脸上海风咸咸的爱尝不出还有未来&lt;br /&gt;男:转身离开分手说不出来&lt;br /&gt;女:你有话说不出来&lt;br /&gt;男女:海鸟跟鱼相爱只是一场意外&lt;br /&gt;男女:我们的爱差异一直存在&lt;br /&gt;女:回不来&lt;br /&gt;男:风中尘埃竟累积成伤害&lt;br /&gt;女:等待竟累积成伤害&lt;br /&gt;男女:转身离开分手说不出来&lt;br /&gt;男女:蔚蓝的珊瑚海错过瞬间苍白&lt;br /&gt;男:当初彼此不够成熟坦白&lt;br /&gt;女:你有我的不够成熟坦白&lt;br /&gt;女:不应该&lt;br /&gt;男:热情不在笑容勉强不来&lt;br /&gt;女:你的笑容勉强不来&lt;br /&gt;男女:爱深埋珊瑚海&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-113371500704872466?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/113371500704872466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/12/jay-chou-and-lara-san-hu-hai-pin-yin.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113371500704872466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/113371500704872466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/12/jay-chou-and-lara-san-hu-hai-pin-yin.html' title='Jay Chou and Lara - San Hu Hai (Pin Yin, Romanji lyric) 珊瑚海'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-112421262676402666</id><published>2005-08-17T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:17:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Pieces</title><content type='html'>Stop asking for help, stop bugging me! Let me rest, let me rest somehow... Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, my depth perception must be off again&lt;br /&gt;Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did&lt;br /&gt;It has not healed with time&lt;br /&gt;It just shot down my spine&lt;br /&gt;You look so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me how you laid us down&lt;br /&gt;And gently smiled before you destroyed my life&lt;br /&gt;Would you find it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make this go away&lt;br /&gt;And let me rest in pieces&lt;br /&gt;(let me rest in pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you find it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make this go away&lt;br /&gt;And let me rest in pieces&lt;br /&gt;(let me rest in pieces)Pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, my depth perception must be off again&lt;br /&gt;You got much closer than I thought you didI am in your reach&lt;br /&gt;You held me in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Would you find it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make this go away&lt;br /&gt;And let me rest in pieces&lt;br /&gt;(let me rest in pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you find it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make it go away&lt;br /&gt;And let me rest in pieces&lt;br /&gt;(let me rest in pieces) x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you find it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make this go away&lt;br /&gt;And let me rest in pieces&lt;br /&gt;(let me rest in pieces)&lt;br /&gt;Would you find it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;(find it in your heart)&lt;br /&gt;And let me rest in pieces&lt;br /&gt;(let me rest in pieces)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-112421262676402666?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/112421262676402666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/08/rest-in-pieces.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112421262676402666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112421262676402666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/08/rest-in-pieces.html' title='Rest In Pieces'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-112378101289602814</id><published>2005-08-12T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T01:23:32.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabian in the Brain Test</title><content type='html'>Okay folks, I know why am I so indecisive sometimes. Because I’ve think too much! This is what I got from the Brain Test in http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=brainogt&amp;c=42683&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabian, you are Balanced-brained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means you are able to draw on the strengths of both the right and left hemispheres of your brain, depending upon a given situation. When you need to explain a complicated process to someone, or plan a detailed vacation, the left hemisphere of your brain, which is responsible for your ability to solve problems logically, might kick in. But if you were critiquing an art opening or coming up with an original way to file papers, the right side of your brain, which is responsible for noticing subtle details in things, might take over. While many people have clearly dominant left- or right-brained tendencies, you are able to draw on skills from both hemispheres of your brain. This rare combination makes you a very creative and flexible thinker. The down side to being balanced-brained is that you may sometimes feel paralyzed by indecision when the two hemispheres of your brain are competing to solve a problem in their own unique ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-112378101289602814?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/112378101289602814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/08/fabian-in-brain-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112378101289602814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112378101289602814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/08/fabian-in-brain-test.html' title='Fabian in the Brain Test'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-112218803680388170</id><published>2005-07-24T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T14:53:56.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilber Pan - Bu De Bu Ai (Pin Yin, Romanji lyric)</title><content type='html'>Today, joshua ask this Mr Info to find him the pin yin version bu de bu ai sang by Wilber Pan and Zhang Xiang Zhi. I failed of course... so I send me my own version of pin yin to him. For those out there who doesn't know this song, quick quick go and buy. It is in da Wilber Pan new album called "Gao Shou".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the chinese version of the lyric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天天都需要你爱，&lt;br /&gt;我的心思有你猜&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;我就是要你让我每天都精彩&lt;br /&gt;天天把他挂嘴边，到底什么是真爱&lt;br /&gt;I love you ，&lt;br /&gt;到底要几分钟比我的想象更快.&lt;br /&gt;是我们感情丰富太慷慨,还是有上天安排,   &lt;br /&gt;是我们本来就是那一派,还是舍不得太乖,   &lt;br /&gt;是那一次约定了没有来,让我哭得像小孩,   &lt;br /&gt;是我们急着证明我存在,还是不爱会发呆,   &lt;br /&gt;OH!BABY&lt;br /&gt;不得不爱    否则快乐从何而来&lt;br /&gt;不得不爱    否则悲伤从何而来&lt;br /&gt;不得不爱    否则我就失去未来&lt;br /&gt;好象身不由己不能自己很失败&lt;br /&gt;可是每天都过得精彩&lt;br /&gt;天天都需要你爱，我的心思有你猜   &lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;我就是要你让我每天都精彩   &lt;br /&gt;天天把他挂嘴边，到底什么是真爱   &lt;br /&gt;I love you ，&lt;br /&gt;到底要几分钟比我的想象更快.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ASK GIRLFRIEND HOW YOU BEEN&lt;br /&gt;来去了几回我从来没有想过爱情会变的如此无奈是命运吗&lt;br /&gt;难道难过是上天的安排 没办法天天的每天的心思到底有谁来陪我成心&lt;br /&gt;你诚意但周围扰人环境始终让我们无法在这里自由相恋我精彩&lt;br /&gt;你发呆两颗心不安的摇摆应该有的未来是否真那么的无法期待舍不得再伤害YOU'RE MY GIRL MY GIRL MY FRIENDHOW MUCH I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;看着你哀愁要我如何怎么承受面对I'M SORRY YOU'RE MY SWEETHEARTMY LOVE MY ONE @ ONLY BABY&lt;br /&gt;不得不爱&lt;br /&gt;否则快乐从何而来&lt;br /&gt;不得不爱     否则悲伤从何而来&lt;br /&gt;不得不爱     否则我就失去未来&lt;br /&gt;好象身不由己不能自己很失败&lt;br /&gt;可是每天都过得精彩&lt;br /&gt;天天都需要你爱，&lt;br /&gt;我的心思有你猜&lt;br /&gt;I love you 我就是要你让我每天都精彩天天把他挂嘴边，&lt;br /&gt;到底什么是真爱&lt;br /&gt;I love you ，&lt;br /&gt;到底要几分钟比我的想象更快.&lt;br /&gt;会不会有一点无奈&lt;br /&gt;会不会有一点太快&lt;br /&gt;可是你给我的爱,让我养成了依赖,&lt;br /&gt;心中充满爱的节拍&lt;br /&gt;天天都需要你爱，我的心思有你猜&lt;br /&gt;I love you 我就是要你让我每天都精彩天天把他挂嘴边，&lt;br /&gt;到底什么是真爱I love you ，到底要几分钟比我的想象更快.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally my english or pin yin version of lyrics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tian tian dou xu yao ni ai,&lt;br /&gt;wo de xing shi you ni cai,&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;wo jiu shi yao ni rang wo mei tian dou jing cai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tian tian ba ta gua zhui bian&lt;br /&gt;dao di shen me shi zhen ai&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;dao di you ji fen shuo de bi xiang xiang geng kuai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shi wo men gang qing feng fu tai kang kai&lt;br /&gt;hai shi shang tian ang pai&lt;br /&gt;shi wo men ben lai jiu shi na yi ban&lt;br /&gt;hai shi she bu de tai guai&lt;br /&gt;shi na yi chi yue ding le mei you lai&lt;br /&gt;rang wo ku de xiang xiao hai&lt;br /&gt;shi wo men ji zhe zheng ming wo chun zai&lt;br /&gt;hai shi bu ai hui fa dai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby&lt;br /&gt;bu de bu ai, bu zhi kuai le chong he er lai,&lt;br /&gt;bu de bu ai, fang xia bei shang chong her er lai,&lt;br /&gt;bu de bu ai, fou zhi wo jiu shi qu wei lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai xiang shen me you qi bu neng zhi ji shi bai&lt;br /&gt;ke shi mei tian dou guo de jing cai&lt;br /&gt;tian tian dou xu yao ni ai&lt;br /&gt;wo de xing zhi you ni zai&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;wo jiu shi yao ni rang wo mei tian dou jing cai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tian tian ba ta gua zhui bian&lt;br /&gt;dao di shen me shi zhen ai&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;dao di you ji fen shuo de bi xiang xiang geng kuai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAP :&lt;br /&gt;I ask gal fren how you been&lt;br /&gt;lai qu le ji hui&lt;br /&gt;wo chong lai mei you xiang guo ai qing hui bian de ru chi wu nai,&lt;br /&gt;shi ming yun ma, nan dao nan guo shi shang tian de an pai,&lt;br /&gt;mei ban fa,&lt;br /&gt;tian tian de mei tian de xing shi dao di you shui lai pei,&lt;br /&gt;wo cheng xin, ni cheng yi&lt;br /&gt;dan zhou wei rao ren huan jin shi zhong rang wo men wu fa zai zhi li zhi you xiang lian&lt;br /&gt;wo jin cai, ni fa dai,&lt;br /&gt;liang ke xin bu an de yao bai,&lt;br /&gt;ying gai you de wei lai,&lt;br /&gt;shi fou zhen ne na me wu fa qi dai&lt;br /&gt;she bu de zai shang hai,&lt;br /&gt;you're my girl my girl my friend&lt;br /&gt;how much I love you so so much&lt;br /&gt;kan zhe ni ai chou&lt;br /&gt;yao wo ru he zhen me cheng shou mian dui&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you're my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;my love&lt;br /&gt;my one and only baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui bu hui you yi dian wu nai&lt;br /&gt;hui bu hui you yi dian tai kuai&lt;br /&gt;ke shi ni gei wo de ai&lt;br /&gt;rang wo yang cheng le yi lai&lt;br /&gt;xing zhong chong man ai de jie pai&lt;br /&gt;tian tian dou xu yao ni ai&lt;br /&gt;wo de xing shui you ni zai&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;wo jiu shi yao rang ni mei tian dou jing cai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-112218803680388170?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/112218803680388170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/wilber-pan-bu-de-bu-ai-pin-yin-romanji.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112218803680388170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112218803680388170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/wilber-pan-bu-de-bu-ai-pin-yin-romanji.html' title='Wilber Pan - Bu De Bu Ai (Pin Yin, Romanji lyric)'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-112136024380780219</id><published>2005-07-15T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:57:23.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahaha, what a wonderful day I had today cause I FINALLY start to get rid of some of my flu.  I start by attending my 9am tutorial class. This is kind of sucky because I have to wake up early and get poked by my friend in my class. Argghhh I always hate people poking my waist. Luckily, he got pretty occupied with the tutorial questions that we have to pass up within one week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that tutorial class, I went downstairs to vote for my favourite canditates for SRC which is our Student Representative Council. We get to vote once a year and by the way got SAPS points wor... who don't want.  Oh me gosh! 10.00am there was a whole long queue of freshies waiting to take their votes.  Better wait for half an hour first.  Fuuh, after going for breakfast and ATM (chun chun half an hour) I got my voting done within 5 minutes (hehehe, pretty cool huh). But the worst part about this was, I have to vote 5 candidates out of 6 and 2 more out of 3 without a choice. So, I had no choice but to vote for people not my "sam sui" including a girl whose use a phrase "Vote Now, Talk Later..." as her main attraction for votes which makes me doubt her efficiency in representing us, the students (a vase probably... *sweat...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I got to kacau one of gang by using a nick name given to him by his gf.  I found out about his nick name accidentally at his gf's blog this morning. So, I enjoyed a pleasant time teasing him and calling different combinations of his nick names.  Nice to see his face turned from normal to red then to more reddish ahahaha... I am so bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later, I spend quite an enjoyable time late afternoon with Sebastian and that particular nick-named friend by watching animes and comics at my place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then at 6 pm as we were about to advanced to our lecture, a friend (Kelapa) told us that there was no class. Aih what to do... I din know cause I din go online and check ma.  It is too early for dinner bit what to do? Eat first hungry later.  Too bad for me that I have to waste one hour of my precious time eating at a fast food restaurant waiting for the rain to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then tonight, I played squash which I decided to give up but to tempting to give up with Sebastian. Ahaha, as usual, I kalah teruk to him but at the end, I "unofficially" win by one match which he didn't want to recognize. What to do? Try harder next time lor.  After a "lateh" session with Sebastian and a few gossipings ( achiachos), I parted with Sebastian and returned home. And what did I do after this? Well, of course blogging la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmm... wonder what should I do tomorrow? Tech time is tomorrow... Yeah... hoping to buy some cheap PC stuffs there. Can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-112136024380780219?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/112136024380780219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/wonderful-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112136024380780219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112136024380780219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/wonderful-day.html' title='A Wonderful Day'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-112118471882372885</id><published>2005-07-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:11:58.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers tired night</title><content type='html'>I am sick for a week now, now,sitting motionless in front of the monitor, looking blankly into the screen deciding what to do tonight. Suddenly, I just remember I haven't check my hotmail for almost three days now. Hope my 25Mb mailbox won't get flared so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most stupid action I did tonight was open my msn messenger, sign in without invicible mode juz to click the shortcut icon to my mailbox (no need to sign in by typing my username and password ma). As soon as I resurface, many msn windows began to pop up in front of me. The end, I had to spend four hours ++  checking my mailbox besides chatting away with love affairs, talking about "prawns and crabs", bossing about people's business and hearing bussiness plans. Hmm... I sure get myself pretty entertain. But I start to wonder, is it the right thing to do? Spending my four hours juz like that? Argghhh... my fingers are tired and painful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-112118471882372885?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/112118471882372885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/fingers-tired-night.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112118471882372885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112118471882372885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/fingers-tired-night.html' title='Fingers tired night'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-112059355723796856</id><published>2005-07-06T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:22:18.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Squashing</title><content type='html'>Okay, now I finally wanna settle this once and for all. I will stop playing squash for sometimes. Initially, I play squash for the few following points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keeping fit.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mantaining a stable friendship with my gang.&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing squash makes me feel lively and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I start to weigh the consequences and reject above initiatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My figure still like a big moving pear after a few weeks, so I don't think squash can trim my shape any further. It is not like I din't have a balance diet or something. Maybe this is a sign from god that I must show gratitude for the figure he has given me. Now, I think I just have to show some gratitude by living my day to the fullest and not to toture my body by eating two meals a day and doing excessive excercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Okay, playing squash now will mantain a stable frienship, but I think I will see my gang everyday either during lectures or "la teh" (supper) session. May they forgive me by not going to squash session. Furthermore, the people who wanna join us for squash keep increasing and I think I have some difficult time interacting with them. (Something is definitelyy wrong with me cause last time I used to enjoy making friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lastly, after a harsh day of lectures, a nice squash sessions are most enjoying and relaxing. However, lately with the increasing internal and external disturbances that comes into my life, I still feel depress and grew more tired after the squash session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, bye bye to my squash ball, racquet and my nike sport shoes. I will now &lt;strike&gt;dump&lt;/strike&gt; put you all into a tightly sealed box with a label - do not open. Sayoonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-112059355723796856?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/112059355723796856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/stop-squashing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112059355723796856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112059355723796856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/stop-squashing.html' title='Stop Squashing'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-112058852748025331</id><published>2005-07-06T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T02:35:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Tonight, 1.45am Fabian's room, malacca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printer (Canon S100SP) : kling kling kliang kliang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabian : Eh, work la you idiotic slave, why you don't move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printer : I already four years old liao, wanna die d, think I will not be serving you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabian : Bang, Bang , Bang. (Gets very angry and slam the printer with all his  might)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabian : Fuhh, I should get a new printer already. This printer makes me angry only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printer : ":X" - DEAD - (May he rset in peace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to say thanks for my printer because he service me for three years already, eventhough he did broke down once because some bloody fool throw some pieces polisterine into my printer, scared he will died of hunger (like I am an abusive master). After the service after the break down, all he did was keep frustrating me by stucking in the middle of the printing process and etc. Oh well, it is a good thing he broke now, I am gonna say bye bye without turning my back even once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anybody knows some good printers with quite cheap price, please let me know... Just wanna buy one to print my notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-112058852748025331?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/112058852748025331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/frustration.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112058852748025331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112058852748025331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-112024837563667009</id><published>2005-07-02T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T04:06:15.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premonition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I somehow got a feeling that one of my possessions will be broken by someone. So, I went practicing on how to handle this kind of situation (to free mah, nothing to do). To sum up what I’d practiced, “I forgive you, never mind” is the phrase.  I guess this is my golden phrase since I was a kid till now, talk about kind and soft-hearted (kembang, kembang, kembang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did not know that my practice came into live action that fast. The incident happened when we (my usual gang and I) were about to finish playing squash…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oli : Hey Fab, look at your racquet.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ha? What’s wrong with it? (Look look and blink blink)&lt;br /&gt;Oli : (Flip flip flip the racquet)&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Still observing hard to find if he is going to do some magic tricks or what)&lt;br /&gt;Oli : (Can’t tolerate my blurness already) Sorry, I broke your racquet. Now it is kemek already.  Tell me the price and I will pay you back.&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Blink and pause for a few seconds)Oh, never mind. Don’t worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went on and on with Oli keeps apologizing and I keep neverminding and the end, luckily, my racquet is saved and twisted to the normal self after Oli’s few attempts. Then we go happily drinking at mamak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I arrived at home, I started to analyze why I can forgive Oli and without asking for any pay back. I came out with a few possible answers which include, I am soft-hearted and kind (LOL). Other is, my racquet is priceless because this was first racquet that my father had bought to me. So, even though the racquet is in bad shape, I still keep it. This includes my other racquet (bought by my mum) which is gone case with the same kind of tragedy but my own fault of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to now, I still get many kinds of premonition example people scolding me for doing something wrong, when I will miss class and so on.  But my entire premonition is something bad, I wonder if this is a blessing or a curse.  Sometimes, I also wonder, how can I get such accurate premonition.  My question is left untouched because until now, there is still no scientific proof in this category. Maybe my case should be categorized in the X-files instead hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-112024837563667009?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/112024837563667009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/premonition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112024837563667009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/112024837563667009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/07/premonition.html' title='Premonition'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111893757826271223</id><published>2005-06-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:03:10.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for everythings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After I read an article from a magazine telling me to show gratitude to my parents because they need my acceptance just as much as I need from them, I began to fall into deep thoughts and memories and come out with a conclusion that &lt;b&gt;rarely&lt;/b&gt; in my 21 years life that I have spoken "thank yous" to my parents for what they have done for me. All I know is to ask for more and squeeze out every bit that I can get from them as though they are some mine that have limitless source. I've never say thanks to them for giving me all I have now. Instead I just complain for not giving me enough pocket moneys, high-tech stuffs, love and so many many other things. I wonder how they manage to tolerate my childishness until now. Hmmm... this makes me know how much they love me. So today onward, I will learn to say thanks to my parents whenever I have the chance to do so and also repay them in whatever way I can. So for readers out there, repend now before it is to late hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111893757826271223?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/111893757826271223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/06/thanks-for-everythings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111893757826271223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111893757826271223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/06/thanks-for-everythings.html' title='Thanks for everythings'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111158453299395826</id><published>2005-03-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:28:52.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahjong Fever</title><content type='html'>Today at Fab's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodo Cheng : What are you waiting for, police ka?&lt;br /&gt;Fabian : Yayay, keluar West...&lt;br /&gt;Dodo Cheng : Makan, "Hu ZhO!.... 13 Yao!"&lt;br /&gt;Fabian : Die... bankrupt... GY!!! Don't let me see you again... I'll srew you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111158453299395826?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/111158453299395826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/mahjong-fever.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111158453299395826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111158453299395826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/mahjong-fever.html' title='Mahjong Fever'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111143280795620159</id><published>2005-03-22T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T03:20:07.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabian's cooking class</title><content type='html'>Fab :&lt;br /&gt;*opened open two packets of Maggie Mee&lt;br /&gt;*boiled water boil water&lt;br /&gt;*opened fridge got some meat balls and two eggs&lt;br /&gt;*closed fridge&lt;br /&gt;*broke the eggs and kacaued the egg yolks and white together.&lt;br /&gt;*poured the  meat balls in  the boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he prepared to campur the maggie mee...&lt;br /&gt;Fire : Oi... oi... pal I am almost out... hel.....p.&lt;br /&gt;The fire is dead... Fab ran out of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fab :&lt;br /&gt;*looks very cool&lt;br /&gt;*took up the meatballs and ate it&lt;br /&gt;*poured the egg mixtures in the basin&lt;br /&gt;*washed plates&lt;br /&gt;*threw away the maggie mee&lt;br /&gt;*sat down in front of the com and messaged jxt2j...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi... jason... hungry? Wanna go eat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. Meet at the phone booth at two later"&lt;br /&gt;"Okayz"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111143280795620159?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/111143280795620159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/fabians-cooking-class.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111143280795620159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111143280795620159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/fabians-cooking-class.html' title='Fabian&apos;s cooking class'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111134721178001892</id><published>2005-03-21T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T03:33:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chess Master - Finale</title><content type='html'>I decided to put a stop on the chess master series since there is no one reading it, so here goes the final part for my dearest fan si (a cold wind blowing since there is nobody here)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabian and Joshua cannot find any path that links to the exist.  "arrrrghhhh!!!"Fabian screamed in frustration!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Whoi! What are you screaming at the middle of the night??""Eh"Fabian looked around his surrounding. He was lying on the balcony same like last night."Maybe I was just dreaming la... Who cares?" So Fabian just went in the house and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;Inside his pocket there laid the same chess set quietly glowing without his notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The end-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111134721178001892?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/111134721178001892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/chess-master-finale.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111134721178001892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111134721178001892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/chess-master-finale.html' title='Chess Master - Finale'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111132157552927503</id><published>2005-03-20T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T04:26:48.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotaru no Haka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00006HAWP.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em, to translate this it means "The tombstone of fireflies" or "The grave of the fireflies" To people who know me, I watch lots of anime. Sometimes, I become too choosy where I chose the anime with the style of drawing I like. I know there exists this movie since I was young but I don’t even bother to watch it because it is sooo not my cup of tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, I finally sat in front of the com and finished the whole one and a half hour movie. It is specially recommended to leng luis and leng chais sekalian or for those who in a middle of chasing a gal. As her to watch the movie with you and during the movie, she sure cry like baby and you can… Eh hem… enough of the leng lui chasing tips, now for the synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;This movie took place at the Second War World (I guess, not fond with the herstory) where there are a teenage boy (quite handsome) with his little sister (super cute). When their hometown kena bombed, they are forced to live with their relative bit later they shifted out to a cave. During the whole movie, there are many cham cham, kolien kolien, loving, touching and even more cham cham scenes which prevent you from closing the movie and say “What the fuck!” I shall tell you all briefly nia lor, cause I don’t want to be the spoiler. For this movie, I will give five out of five. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongly recommended because it is educational, makes you thing a hell lot and also drop a full pail of tears. It is more better to watch this than watching the recent anime which is good to see but crappy to digest anything from it. After watching, I think I began to appreciate food (*spoiler – cause the lil sister is so cham) and decided to treat my family and friends nicer (spend time with them and so on). Overall, I think I have evolved to a much much mature self. (Shhh... I also ended up wetting my cheeks hehehe) Here I enclosed a few synopsis I get online...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;War does not only involve soldiers. During WWII, Seita and Setsuko flee from their homes one night when the air raid alarm sounds. With the fall of the fire bombs, they become orphans and homeless. This film, based the semi-autobiography by Akiyuki Nosaka, relates the tragedies of war as Seita and Setsuko struggle to survive with only each other to hold onto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wingsee.com/ghibli/fireflies/characters/seitaandsetsuko.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seita&lt;br /&gt;14 years old. With his father away with the Navy, he is the responsible member of the household. During the air raids, he is the one to take care of this sister while instructing his Mom to go to the shelter first. He protects his younger sister Setsuko like a parent, and tries his best to keep her safe. When she is sad, he will try to cheer her up. Believed very strongly in his father and the Japanese army. Did not believe they were going to lose. He is stubborn, perhaps stemming from pride. War made him grow up too fast. He had to see to the burial of his Mother by himself and he became his sister's protector and provider.&lt;br /&gt;Setsuko&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 years old. Adores her older brother Seita, and eager to help him when she can. A very happy and innocent girl at the start of the film. At times, she seems too innocent to understand the war taking place around her. When she and Seita first walk back to their town after it was completely destroyed by the air raid, she merely looks and tells her brother she needs to go to the bathroom. However, when she became aware that her Mother was dead even without anyone directly telling her so, she cried knowing that she was never coming back. After suffering so much loss, she becomes terrifed of losing her brother. He would be the one to lose her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onlineghibli.com/grave_of_fireflies/cSeita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This boy had a more matured look compare to a grown up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111132157552927503?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/111132157552927503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/hotaru-no-haka_20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111132157552927503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111132157552927503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/hotaru-no-haka_20.html' title='Hotaru no Haka'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111126412266092850</id><published>2005-03-20T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T04:28:42.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Tiger</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a tiger that has wings and can fly? For me I had seen it last week.  Together with Jason. &lt;br /&gt;Together, we recite these phrase :"Look! It's a bird" "No, it's a plane!" (Together)"No! It's &lt;strong&gt;Super TIGGER&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/Image546.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v86/KID1417/Image547.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111126412266092850?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/111126412266092850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/flying-tiger.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111126412266092850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111126412266092850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/flying-tiger.html' title='Flying Tiger'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111126328016969923</id><published>2005-03-20T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T04:14:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimples - The Devil's Advocate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! More pimples more pimples!&lt;br /&gt;Pimples : Halo Fabian, we are buddies from today onwards!&lt;br /&gt;Me : No~~~~ help~~ *rush to toilet, wash face, rush to room tampal seaweed shine&lt;br /&gt;         control moisture cream, look at mirror, look look look*&lt;br /&gt;Me : Aih aih… Why won’t it disappear… there are more and more everyday.  Is this&lt;br /&gt;        really qing chun~~??? Kanasai! HELP!!! ANYBODY!!! I NEED HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pimples : *Singing* you just can’t get me out of your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Anyone, if you know a good method to stop pimples don’t hesitate to share with me please*&lt;br /&gt;Advocate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111126328016969923?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/111126328016969923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/pimples-devils-advocate.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111126328016969923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111126328016969923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/pimples-devils-advocate.html' title='Pimples - The Devil&apos;s Advocate'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111117594024739820</id><published>2005-03-19T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T05:22:15.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days of Boredom</title><content type='html'>After coming back from Jusco with Jason last saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *switch on computer .... eh why got bau busuk coming out from my CPU eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eh... the whole the whole thing goes blank liao ler. * press the power button on the CPU for a few times. (In deep thoughts) Hmm... better find the computer genius, Jason! *dial dial dial.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Halo Jason, can come to my house or not... com rosak ler.&lt;br /&gt;Jason : Ok, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Jason : It seems that your power supply game over d.&lt;br /&gt;Me : I c I c... yer no shop open tomorrow ler... What am I going to do? Might as well bang on the wall and faint for one day.&lt;br /&gt;Jason : Good luck. *Walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Dial Dial Dial... Halo, Joshua? bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;Joshua : Bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Bla Ble Blu.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua : Bli Bla Ble...&lt;br /&gt;Me :* Hanged up the phobe. *Dial Dial Dial. Halo Sebastian?&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian :Ya here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bla Bla Bla...&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian : Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Joshua, Sebastian, and I end up playing UNO at Joshua's house. And later, I ended up staying overnight at Joshua house. This is the first time in my life that I stayed overnight at a fren's house. Then my second and third day was spent reading Dan Brown's Angels and Demons and lots of sleeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111117594024739820?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/111117594024739820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/three-days-of-boredom.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111117594024739820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111117594024739820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/three-days-of-boredom.html' title='Three Days of Boredom'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111057198808532467</id><published>2005-03-12T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T03:11:34.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learn Through Life</title><content type='html'>Em... this not lesson la. This is just personal experience after a few incidents happened last year. Just found these notes on my personal helper when I was clearing out my desktop just now. So I guess I just talk a little bit here. A bit shy la but who cares, it is my blog anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1.&lt;b&gt;Try to be mature, don't ACT CUTE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Hmm,,, this is my major weakness. I always try to act cute. Or maybe I am just too cute anyway. This may due to the influence of anime and japanese comics I read. I always like people say me cute. I got this complement since I am a baby till now. But I kind of hate it now. Why? Cause, my friend, Joshua told me that if some one regard you as cute that means you are ugly but adorable. Ouch! That got me! Gotta let someone call me leng zhai instead of cute someday, so I should stick on this guideline. (But I don wanna grow old ler, I am always 18... ya?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Don't be so kepo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha... I like to "pat" around like gals. I really enjoy "pating". For many people out there who do not know what is "pat", let me define this. "Pat" is asking around for others people &lt;strike&gt;masalah-masalah&lt;/strike&gt; problems (this is sort of a good act), give suggesrtions to that matter(I always like that) and talk about other people back - tuk pui zhek (I rarely did this... but shhh...). Last year, I did something that was terribly wrong and out of my mind that was trying to remind one of my best friend (self-proclaimed) about something (which he has yet done until now). However he said fucked up and said that he could take care of that himself. He also added that he was not that kind of forgetful person. I was so pissed so I decided not to be so kepo on this kind of matters anymore. Just let them rot! (Me laughing davilishly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Don't reveal yourself to much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a warning to everyone. Don't spilt everything out about yourself in front of someone eventhough he or she is your best friend or what. God know at someday they will &lt;strike&gt;khianat&lt;/strike&gt; betray you or even let you sink in deep shit! Before, I'm always that kind of angelic person who is so angelic enough to trust anyone since I thought evryone has a angelic heart like me (here here... here is the plastic bag for you to barf). This incident I just want to keep to myself because I forgot what incident actually enlightened me to write this note to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end, I just wanna flush all this notes together with the bad memories away from my brain and computer as the past is the past. Nothing you can do to tune it right. But for the present I will stick closely to my principe. There will be more to come haha so folks be sure to hold on and sustain my long winded cacatic lessons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111057198808532467?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/111057198808532467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/lesson-learn-through-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111057198808532467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111057198808532467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/lesson-learn-through-life.html' title='Lesson Learn Through Life'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111048132222642080</id><published>2005-03-11T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T02:31:21.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legendary Chess Master – The Hero’s Destiny</title><content type='html'>After the lights faded, an old man appeared.&lt;br /&gt;"O brave hero please find all the chess pieces to prevent the ruin of the entire world! The chess board shall guide you to the correct path!"&lt;br /&gt;After saying the phrase, the image vanished and made Fabian squatting puzzled in front of the chess set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Fabian took the chess set to school to let the mighty scientist, Jason to have a look. But upon reaching the laboratory which Jason was doing research, Fabian felt a glimpse of discomfort. However, he opened the door without much hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me the chess set… give me!" A few students wearing white cloaks moving zombiely towards Fabian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with you all?! Somebody help me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This room is sound proof and nobody is coming to save you. Now, just hand me the chess board and I guaranteed you a well-paid post in the Dark World."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabian instantly knew that it was Jason's voice and he was standing just beside Fabian as if he knew some sort of teleportation. Fabian quickly jumped to another corner. The conditioned here did not side him, because there are more and more zombified scientist came cornering him to a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be afraid, Lord Mick will also welcome you to become his loyal follower if you opened your heart to us." Jason uttered wickedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's fucking wrong with you all?" Without no way to run and no one to call upon to, Fabian let up a cried. At that very moment, the same lights appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O brave hero, call out for the power of legendary chess set to annihilate the darkness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phrase suddenly just ran through Fabian's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For black n white, I call upon the power of the lengendary chess set! I summon you!(insert pawn)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabian was then covered with lights; he himself could feel a hasty change in his appearance and strength as if he was not himself anymore. Fabian integrated with the white pawn, gaining the powers of double move, slide attack and enpassant. He was shocked to look at himself after the transformation at a mirror nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck! What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror reflected the ugliest thing he had ever seen. His right eyeball was white and the other one entirely black. His upper teeth were coloured black and the below ones black. The clothes he wore were made of patches of black and white. Fabian then decided not to have a further look inside the clothes. He was scared that his little brother was coloured black and his scrotum was coloured white or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please look at the LCD in the chess board to see a selection of skill you can used, o brave hero!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck! How come there are such hi-tech stuffs inside this chess board… impossible!" Fabian mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Job: Chess Beginner"&lt;br /&gt;Skills available: Pawn rush Lv1, soldier dance Lv1, Purify Lv1&lt;br /&gt;Summoning: Lowly Pawn Deadly Attack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! Now I can fight back… Watch out Jason… Purify Lv1!" Fabian tried to bring Jason to consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the mean time, Jason has casted a strong spell, Black Hole Lv5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Okay this part was written by Jason, &lt;a href="http://buangmasa.net/"&gt;buangmasa.net&lt;/a&gt;, give him a big clap by making this article sounds interesting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Little did Fabian know that he actually jumped into a hole due to the spell. Fabian desperately grabs Jason's robe and the both of them fell into the deep hole. The hole was dark, and narrow. They could feel the air brushing through their cheeks. And their throats have never begged so much for oxygen. Yes. The air was full of carbon dioxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a minute of falling before they landed. Fabian was struggling to breathe, but Jason lies still on the ground. Fabian couldn't talk. His throat is now screaming for oxygen. He kicked Jason's arm due to desperation. He is still not moving. In an instance, Jason got up. He was calm and steady. Fabian was still trying to adapt to the air. With his back against Fabian, Jason knew there was only one thing to do - kill Fabian to show his loyalty to Lord Mick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without much thought, he unleashed a katana-like blade. Jason bit his finger and dripped some blood on the blade. The blade glowed instantly. Fabian knew what was coming. A slash will finish him. He cannot move much because he has not adapted to the air. Jason flashed a wicked grin. He hesitated a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll savour this moment, Fabian. I'll truely enjoy this moment." said Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his hesitation failed him. Joshua appeared from the top and landed right on top of Jason. Fabian breathed a sigh of relief. He was delighted to be alive, really. Strangely, Joshua had no problems adjusting himself to the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here ?" asked a tired Fabian.&lt;br /&gt;"You forgot this. I came after you and the zombies threw me down" explained Joshua&lt;br /&gt;Joshua handed Fabian the chess piece. It was a rook. A beautifully crafted rook. It glowed in a yellowish green light. All these while Jason was on the ground, planning his next attack. Jason knew this won't be easy. Lord Mick wouldn't send a high level assasin to kill two normal human beings. Fabian nudges Joshua. Joshua was distracted by the chess piece. It continued to glow so brightly, the walls became visible. Fabian saw how Jason got up and tried to stand up again. To their amusement, Jason was walking around like a blind man, slashing air like a berserk man. The duo then took their chances and threw a kick at Jason. Jason was sent sprawling at a corner. He still didn't know Joshua landed on him. Sensing a disadvantage, Jason dropped some powder and disappears in the resulting mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't he see us ?" asked a blur Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cracking their heads, they realised that the rook was helping them see what that was needed to see. And the walls were what they needed to see. Examining the wall, Joshua found some interesting drawings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111048132222642080?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111048132222642080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111048132222642080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/legendary-chess-master-s-destiny.html' title='The Legendary Chess Master &amp;#8211; The Hero&amp;rsquo;s Destiny'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111047607519919178</id><published>2005-03-11T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T01:34:35.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kembang no.1</title><content type='html'>Yeah, my big name finally muncul in my idol's blog which is drliew.net (http://drliew.net). Coolness!!! This is a pure luck ahahaha. At that time I was chatting with Jason through YM as usual, and then... please find out more in doc's blog. Another thing is that... I am really really afraid of ghost but I am bloody interested in reading ghost stories. So, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111047607519919178?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111047607519919178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111047607519919178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/kembang-no1_11.html' title='Kembang no.1'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111046557746161134</id><published>2005-03-10T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T22:39:37.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legendary Chess Master - The Beginning</title><content type='html'>"Do you feel that the earth was shaking this morning?" A friend of the hero, Joshua asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No, I don think so&amp;#8230; I slept like a baby. Why?" Fabian answered. &lt;br /&gt;"There is an earthquake this morning."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh&amp;#8230; anything serious?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't know yet&amp;#8230;"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm&amp;#8230; let's hope nothing serious happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that night, while Fabian was at the balcony admiring the starry sky out of boredom, he noticed a few shooting stars splashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One&amp;#8230; two&amp;#8230; three&amp;#8230; four &amp;#8230; Hmm&amp;#8230; thirty-two?  I lost count. Shit!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wait&amp;#8230; before it is gone from my sight, let me make a wish fast fast&amp;#8230; I hope I find a girl&amp;#8230;"&lt;br /&gt;"KABOOOMMMM!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could finished his wish, something dropped down from the sky just a few inches away from his private part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the fu&amp;#8230; fuck? Your mother ccb!" Fabian altered the holy words with great difficulty but in his heart he was deeply grateful for God to let him preserve his manly hood.  He then took a closer look at the thing.  It was a box made of fine Rosewood.  But the peculiar parts were after Fabian opened the box, the box turned into a chess board with a single white pawn on the square b1 and the square marked a1 was white not black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a detailed observation of the chess board, Fabian gave the dusty chess board a rub. Suddenly, rays of piercing shimmering light daze off inside the chess board&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em&amp;#8230; dear fellow blog readers who give face reading my new blog.  Please help me to give some colour to this story by continue the story.  I sure it will become very very interesting and em&amp;#8230; rojak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111046557746161134?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/111046557746161134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/legendary-chess-master-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111046557746161134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111046557746161134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/legendary-chess-master-beginning.html' title='The Legendary Chess Master - The Beginning'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111044629341468595</id><published>2005-03-09T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T22:48:03.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legendary Chess Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is an idea brought to me by Jian You (Mick), one of my pal a few months ago after looking at the unique chess set he bought for me in Seremban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ancient time, there existed a legendary chess set. It was said to uphold the peace of the entire world. If the chess set is to fall into wrong hands, the fate of the world will turned into entire darkness. Why the chess set differed from the others? The most significant different was the a1 square of the chessboard is white not black. Well, it was created by a very powerful bishop (but not so powerful in the knowledge of chess). In order for the chess set to become indestructible, the bishop put in all his magic and will power. Of course, after the completion of the chess set, the bishop dropped dead straight due to exhaustion. The chess set which was entirely made of wood had a magnetic field to enable the wooden chess pieces to stand above it, was guarded and shielded from outside world by the bishop's apprentice called Mick for quite some centuries…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an introduction… I am quite a bad story teller, but if you guys are interested, I will write the whole story out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748010-111044629341468595?l=fabiankueh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/feeds/111044629341468595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/legendary-chess-master.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111044629341468595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748010/posts/default/111044629341468595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiankueh.blogspot.com/2005/03/legendary-chess-master.html' title='The Legendary Chess Master'/><author><name>Fabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636252091695105745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7wdFDkJSqQ/TX-d9FGzU4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OjgTWbgLiw8/s220/P1020139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748010.post-111047624885376237</id><published>2005-03-08T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:42:47.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>This blog contain 18SX, 18PL and many many more X-rated foul languages. 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