<?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-3585655952018297667</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:57:47.246+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Experiences'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Decisions'/><category term='Famous People'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='Birthday Shout Outs'/><category term='Industrial Training'/><category term='The Mutant Potato Galactic Civil War'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Theories'/><category term='Fact'/><category term='College'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Named Meat Products'/><category term='Places'/><category term='Fight The Power'/><category term='Memorable Posts'/><category term='Conversations'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Wake Up Call'/><category term='My Anger'/><category term='Me Likey'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Of The Illogic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-8112453259027614757</id><published>2011-05-23T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T02:29:15.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Up Call'/><title type='text'>You Can Never Go Wrong With Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey peeps. Things when more and more south. Frankly I rather not talk about it. But for the record I would most probably die alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So didn't that much since the last post. Though this one thing has been bugging me. What happened to you? You changed tremendously. At first I thought I wouldn't care but honestly, I value your friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you, why do you have to act like a bitch suddenly? Why do you have to be anti social, to be "busy" when we call you and ask you out? Text me and then when I reply you just ignore it? Seriously what is up with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude, seriously if you have some issues with us or any individual one of us (not sure if that sentence is right) then tell us. This whole cold war thing, it is stupid and freaking immature. Biar la, that is up to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make life easier for everyone. Coz you are making a few of us worried. Make us wait like idiots and later on you will stab us. Jeez, 4 more weeks. I dont have to see most of you people. I cant wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know who you are... at least I hope you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to the roots of my music... Linkin Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MCbZ_MD7-p8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OTEN0nc4ooU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-8112453259027614757?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8112453259027614757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-can-never-go-wrong-with-linkin-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8112453259027614757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8112453259027614757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-can-never-go-wrong-with-linkin-park.html' title='You Can Never Go Wrong With Linkin Park'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MCbZ_MD7-p8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7207788949329945137</id><published>2011-05-18T03:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T03:49:55.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Drives &amp; Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First of, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Happy Wesak Day&lt;/span&gt; to all my Buddhist buddies and readers (if there even readers)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today was a public holiday and a Tuesday. Didn't make the day any different. Woke up at around 1 in the noon. This is because of my sleep cycle being screwed, I usually sleep like at 4 or 5 AM. So woke up watched some tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for a drive to get my mind off things. I found some really peaceful places in Bangsar to just gather my thoughts. It felt great I guess. But when I met up with some friends at the basketball, when I met up with civilization again, I felt somewhat lost and unhappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is hitting me harder than I expected. I need to get it over with. I'm not too sure what the hell am I fearing. Just thinking about it makes me realize how pathetic I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 3.47AM now, all that is keeping me calm now are these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EqWLpTKBFcU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hkZw6KHAxg4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions has always been there for me. It is the perfect song to calm down to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KzGVULgYP28" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7207788949329945137?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7207788949329945137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/drives-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7207788949329945137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7207788949329945137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/drives-music.html' title='Drives &amp; Music'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EqWLpTKBFcU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-9130829173963322058</id><published>2011-05-17T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T03:21:44.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><title type='text'>Contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I rushed it. I don't think I'm cut out for it. I sub-consciously do it and not realize until it's too late. If anything it's my fault. I am stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so many things I want to write right now. But it's not the time for it yet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56tbU_xeOLs/TdF4MkY1e6I/AAAAAAAABB0/d4tpktxeRy4/s1600/car.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56tbU_xeOLs/TdF4MkY1e6I/AAAAAAAABB0/d4tpktxeRy4/s400/car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607395168374586274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-9130829173963322058?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9130829173963322058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/contemplation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/9130829173963322058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/9130829173963322058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56tbU_xeOLs/TdF4MkY1e6I/AAAAAAAABB0/d4tpktxeRy4/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-6490463716539090199</id><published>2011-04-28T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:11:13.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Crashing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to say, I'm frustrated and pretty much just disappointed with myself. I do things without thinking about the consequences and this isn't doing me any good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't wait to get over with this term. To get over with this part of my life. Two more months, roughly another 5 weeks till this is all over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mani plans on going to Langkawi again. Frankly it is just what the doctor ordered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-6490463716539090199?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6490463716539090199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/04/crashing-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6490463716539090199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6490463716539090199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/04/crashing-down.html' title='Crashing Down'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2352164167357577920</id><published>2011-04-12T03:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T04:05:47.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Long Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Agreed, I have been neglecting my blog yet again. Lot of things in my hands.. or at least it feels like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit, I'm just looking forward to June. I just looking forward of ending my Diploma. I can't stand everything that is going on with these people. Way too much drama man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the break I was back working in Chilli's and met some really awesome people. One of em thought me about patience. I've never seen him upset and or angry unless its something really close to his heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next two months that is pretty much what I'll be doing. Mask on yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's upsetting that how we once used to all good friends and now there is a cold war. There are walls, there are restrictions, there are people acting indifferent to what has happened. There are people who have changed all together. All six terms there were drama but the last three terms is where all of the dramas come from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to some mashups. And I loik!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7mUCPsRMgWk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muse vs Pendulum... it fits really well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-b_2QtVqn2w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y6joFaRBkp4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This vid is like when you are out having an awesome club party or something... sheet!! I wanna go for a pendulum concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P3ot-LMuPgs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XEwMolTrqXc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2352164167357577920?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2352164167357577920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2352164167357577920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2352164167357577920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-ago.html' title='Long Ago'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7mUCPsRMgWk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-1942571043342871515</id><published>2011-02-28T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:33:44.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Carling Cup Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well it's the third time I've experienced this. It's getting way too familiar. Third time I've supported my team and they reached the finals just to crash and burn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First with France,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Holland,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Arsenal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some reason I was really upset over their loss in the Carling Cup. I guess being a fan for soo long has got me to be really attached to the team. Really expected the a win but then again I really underestimated Birmingham City. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben Foster Is A Monster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-1942571043342871515?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1942571043342871515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/carling-cup-final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1942571043342871515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1942571043342871515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/carling-cup-final.html' title='Carling Cup Final'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-477442617560184965</id><published>2011-02-28T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:31:23.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Expensive February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its the last day of February and yet another end to another month of 2011. Time is passing by a little bit too fast. I mean it's already week 8 in term 5 and well the exams draw closer. Penang draws closer. Still short on cash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit February has been the most expensive month for me so far. As easy as money comes in its as easy as money comes out. Today morning I had Our 50 in my wallet. Now I'm left with a little less than 20. It supposed to last till Friday. Need to go to Chilli's and see if I can still work over there. Extra income is more than welcomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our food promotion event is finally over. It went well even through all the nonsense that we had to go through. Still pissed over a few things but I'd rather just let it go. Right now I just hate the fact that some people take random pms or whatever that person has and shoots either me or Wayne. When I'm rude back she says I'm always rude to her. Dude I dont even want to imagine what she would be like if she was pregnant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-477442617560184965?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/477442617560184965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/expensive-february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/477442617560184965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/477442617560184965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/expensive-february.html' title='Expensive February'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3490384305682501411</id><published>2011-02-24T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T02:20:43.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Painful Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;our first game resulted in defeat. We lost 3-0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blame my self in a way. Confidence was at an all time low. Only chance I got was offside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top it off I got injured. Race against time to get recovered by Friday. A day I'm somewhat not looking forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhu just about done with editing for today. Two more day left for editing. Rate I'm going I dont think we would have enough... At least 20 I'm set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna crash will update soo... I hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3490384305682501411?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3490384305682501411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/painful-painful-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3490384305682501411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3490384305682501411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/painful-painful-lesson.html' title='Painful Painful Lesson'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3264389068992380167</id><published>2011-02-17T04:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T04:45:46.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Long Long Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Had a good day, except for French, I really don't think the results for French this term isn't gonna be that great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class pick her up and took her to college as everyone wanted to meet her. And my oh my did Wayne and Mani have fun. Babi ask questions after questions about all sorts.  We didn't spend long together but just seeing her did my heart good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, futsal! I really didn't want to play but what to do. Can't keep a guy from  his sports eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt really good to run with the ball on even surface. But in a few wonderful goals but missed quite a few opportunities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now... half time over and we're down 1- 0 lets go GUNNERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3264389068992380167?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3264389068992380167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-long-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3264389068992380167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3264389068992380167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-long-hours.html' title='Long Long Hours'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7272731827882213561</id><published>2011-02-16T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T02:46:28.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Up Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>I Agree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to admit, you are right. I do have too much at my hands. I really wish I could just unload it on others. But then again, that would be too easy huh? What you see is the tip of the iceberg. I'd rather not burden anyone by tell about ALL of my problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking on too many responsibilities at once is never smart. But then again, never saying no or asking for help is not any better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ruR1E9sBrwk/TVrG1awiFtI/AAAAAAAABBc/PPgBA1q9Gf0/s400/Suicide_1877-81.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986109842659026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not denying and I'm not defending. For once I can say I'm agreeing with you. But did you ask and see why? If I did go, I would have really been screwed by the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I'm not the person that you expect me to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry that I'm too full of myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry that my ego is too big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I can't fulfil my promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I can't keep my word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February is giving me nothing but trouble yo. It's only been 15 days in and well, just keeping cool and getting whatever I can done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01E7ZNciJhc/TVrG1zBQtII/AAAAAAAABBk/II49tjFR7I0/s400/Suicide_Girls_Contest_4_by_lexarexa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573986116355273858" /&gt;I really love this picture... cant tell if she's real or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7272731827882213561?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7272731827882213561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-agree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7272731827882213561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7272731827882213561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-agree.html' title='I Agree'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ruR1E9sBrwk/TVrG1awiFtI/AAAAAAAABBc/PPgBA1q9Gf0/s72-c/Suicide_1877-81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-8194229690534986310</id><published>2011-02-09T09:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:19:44.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>You Dont Need A Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really contradicting to say so but yea I made up my mind and I'm not gonna privatize my blog. Its for the world to see and I really dont care if you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A buddy of mine is having issues. I mean if it was one of the ordinary joe's I'd ask the fella if he's alright but this fella would just reply "I'm okay" Sadly, he's a horrible liar. Like seriously horrible liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would you have a blog which everyone knows about then change the link and not tell any of your friends? Wait, lemme rephrase; family members? I mean that's what you claim right? Just curious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean if you dont want anyone to read youur blog then make it private kan? Lagi, when people ask for you link, don't say "I don't know" or something like that. Just tell them straight in their face, "I dont want to give you" dont need to sugar coat it and shit yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Just Saying, BRAAHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I had a rather productive holiday. I did pretty much nothing other than visit people's house for open houses and sketching. I feel my inpiration flowing when I sketch. Soo much to sketch but soo useless at it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571491234968248034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TVHpwll8HuI/AAAAAAAABBU/0RK8JtxlM8k/s400/180846_496966421835_703606835_6688645_8042763_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571491230073916578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TVHpwTXCjKI/AAAAAAAABBM/p7pcXRtX__k/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-8194229690534986310?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8194229690534986310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-dont-need-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8194229690534986310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8194229690534986310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-dont-need-blog.html' title='You Dont Need A Blog'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TVHpwll8HuI/AAAAAAAABBU/0RK8JtxlM8k/s72-c/180846_496966421835_703606835_6688645_8042763_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-1711466636812397065</id><published>2011-02-02T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T03:38:20.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking of making my blog private.. I'd rather keep my thoughts to myself than to the world. Don't know why just like doing so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-1711466636812397065?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1711466636812397065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/thinking-of-making-my-blog-private.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1711466636812397065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1711466636812397065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/thinking-of-making-my-blog-private.html' title=''/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7853061345052400392</id><published>2011-02-02T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T03:34:17.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You People</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Not a single call or text other than for work or their own benefits. Jeez nothing at all. Not surprised really and don't really care. They can all die for all I care. I mean really you'd expect it to be like I respect you and you respect me. There is no such thing in this dog eat dog work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own agenda and plans. I'm currently in a tight spot and don't really know who to talk to about it. I really need help but am too afraid and embarrassed to ask for it. Can't blame me... Male ego talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be a memorable post as its my first ever post typed from my very own blackberry.. I didn't feel like blogging until I was on my bed... That seems to be the case all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good workout playing basketball. Seriously think there is something wrong with my calfs and my legs. Abit of sports and they feel like giving way like as if I did an extreme workout. Even right now my legs are aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw shit... I think I'm getting old  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7853061345052400392?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7853061345052400392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7853061345052400392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7853061345052400392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-people.html' title='You People'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3541795596922630732</id><published>2011-01-28T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:39:11.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>Depriving My Blog Of Updates</title><content type='html'>Jeez, I really forgot about the blog eh? Can't help it. To many things on my plate, that I'd rather just use twitter to put up a quick post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is alot to do and not much time to do stuff. I cant say the restaurant event as something to do or as a pain in the ass. It's pretty much covered thanks to a certain gentleman... you know who you are. But its the other things, tons of assignments and paperwork. Group assignments which require video presentations and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell is up with English? Seriously she has issues yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two to three weeks ago I had a listen to Pendulums songs from the new album... I felt like the good ol days, just nothing but drum &amp;amp; bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give you Immersion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TUIZ5JW7SmI/AAAAAAAABBA/0dHvNzcRpNA/s1600/Pendulum%2B-%2BImmersion%2B%2528Official%2BAlbum%2BCover%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567040558938671714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TUIZ5JW7SmI/AAAAAAAABBA/0dHvNzcRpNA/s400/Pendulum%2B-%2BImmersion%2B%2528Official%2BAlbum%2BCover%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have here are three music videos from their awesome album... awesome awesome album....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ogMNV33AhCY" frameborder="0" width="640" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to this number I told myself "I NEED TO DOWNLOAD THIS ALBUM!"&lt;br /&gt;One hour later I was seriously damn blardy happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hszZmFRPqx8" frameborder="0" width="640" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From watching this you can tell that the part 2 is gonna be much more awesome.. its like everything has a sequal in their music videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8mYd2X_9rrs" frameborder="0" width="640" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pain this yo.... this too would most probably have a prequel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now.. Mr Zikri is in class Kseeyoubai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3541795596922630732?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3541795596922630732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/depriving-my-blog-of-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3541795596922630732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3541795596922630732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/depriving-my-blog-of-updates.html' title='Depriving My Blog Of Updates'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TUIZ5JW7SmI/AAAAAAAABBA/0dHvNzcRpNA/s72-c/Pendulum%2B-%2BImmersion%2B%2528Official%2BAlbum%2BCover%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-8165922875193154023</id><published>2011-01-10T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:31:43.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>Powerhouses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The first week is about everyone, all are curious how one another are doing, what happened in the 3 months they did not see each other, curious on relationship statuses, what's hot and what's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second week,  die Hexen has arrived. Everyone is under the spell. Everyone is under the assumption that it is on top of the world. It belongs on top of the world and no one can question it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly things would go back to how it was, the long gossip sessions, the everyday drama and what not. Der Habicht wanted to stand strong and stand firm with his decision. His choice of avoiding die Kries der Hexen. I hope that he's right this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die Kries der Hexen and their addiction to the Hexerei, which consumes the very essence of their once human souls. Even when they seem like they are doing something good... this the other way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for die verrückt Förster, he'll do what he does best. Try and not give a rats ass about anyone here. Dodge bullets, get work done and avoid drama at all costs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TSq_0aNY2hI/AAAAAAAABA4/rP7mbuhXF5U/s1600/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TSq_0aNY2hI/AAAAAAAABA4/rP7mbuhXF5U/s400/heart2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560467597051877906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss You =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-8165922875193154023?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8165922875193154023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/powerhouses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8165922875193154023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8165922875193154023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/powerhouses.html' title='Powerhouses'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TSq_0aNY2hI/AAAAAAAABA4/rP7mbuhXF5U/s72-c/heart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-6829301190350563040</id><published>2011-01-08T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:57:16.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Up Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was immature, it was stupid and I should have know better. I shouldn't done it no matter what the reason. I want to start a new year with a new me. I don't want to destroy my resolution so early in the year... it's not even been a month yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To believe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be strong, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To outgrow it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of Monday, shit's gonna really hit the fan. Classroom occupancy will be at full house or at 99% capacity. Noise factors and gossip factors are going to go through the roof. I'll just have to do what I do best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got really frustrated today, our restaurant professional activity seemed to be going in circles with each director making child-like errors and decisions. With abit of the fickle mindedness with really ticked me off. But whats the point of getting all worked up for this huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only people I feel soo relaxed with are Ainin, Jeng &amp;amp; You (you know who you are).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went yumcha with Ainin and KaJeng a few nights back and it was really fun to catch up with them. It's been quite some time since I met them. I was just thinking, other than Mark; these two people are my only friends from high school. That are my age that is. The rest have "disappeared" from my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self... deleted useless people from facebook &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-6829301190350563040?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6829301190350563040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/guilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6829301190350563040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6829301190350563040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-6190134792900598757</id><published>2011-01-04T03:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T03:37:28.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>Spoil Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I got back from Pangkor and looked at my Sony W350i, I thought to myself;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time I let him go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes I plan to join the monkeys in the BB clan. I want to get a blackberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TSIk7t-tcbI/AAAAAAAABAo/L-23-HZjMQE/s1600/blackberry-curve-8520-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TSIk7t-tcbI/AAAAAAAABAo/L-23-HZjMQE/s400/blackberry-curve-8520-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558045498502115762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More specifically the Blackberry Curve 8520 =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-6190134792900598757?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6190134792900598757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/spoil-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6190134792900598757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6190134792900598757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/spoil-me.html' title='Spoil Me'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TSIk7t-tcbI/AAAAAAAABAo/L-23-HZjMQE/s72-c/blackberry-curve-8520-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-8492555297783297257</id><published>2010-12-30T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:48:02.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>Tanah Tumpahnya Darahku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What more can I say? I am really proud of our national team. Two decades and we're finally finding our form, we're finally winning trophies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TRwjZfe_snI/AAAAAAAABAA/ah8owc_eBHQ/s400/tanah%2Btumpahnya%2Bdarahku%2B2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556354961123553906" /&gt;These posters are old but these were the ones that gave me chills yo!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TRwjaW-847I/AAAAAAAABAg/ANQsGiNI7zU/s1600/Nike%2BMalaysia%2B0910%2BKits-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TRwjaW-847I/AAAAAAAABAg/ANQsGiNI7zU/s1600/Nike%2BMalaysia%2B0910%2BKits-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TRwjaW-847I/AAAAAAAABAg/ANQsGiNI7zU/s400/Nike%2BMalaysia%2B0910%2BKits-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556354976021537714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TRwjaEnwgNI/AAAAAAAABAY/7rwE2qW36r4/s1600/malaysia-09-10-nike-home-away-football-shirt-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TRwjaEnwgNI/AAAAAAAABAY/7rwE2qW36r4/s400/malaysia-09-10-nike-home-away-football-shirt-ad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556354971092418770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TRwjZ8TjjRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/OllEK6Sfdsg/s1600/wp_1280x1024_zaquan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TRwjZ8TjjRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/OllEK6Sfdsg/s400/wp_1280x1024_zaquan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556354968860200210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TRwjZpK4IgI/AAAAAAAABAI/e73PiXt_24A/s1600/SMN_0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TRwjZpK4IgI/AAAAAAAABAI/e73PiXt_24A/s400/SMN_0544.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556354963723526658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-8492555297783297257?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8492555297783297257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/tanah-tumpahnya-darahku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8492555297783297257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8492555297783297257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/tanah-tumpahnya-darahku.html' title='Tanah Tumpahnya Darahku'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TRwjZfe_snI/AAAAAAAABAA/ah8owc_eBHQ/s72-c/tanah%2Btumpahnya%2Bdarahku%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-691728827739269608</id><published>2010-12-25T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:51:43.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Push.... Erase....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awww, I remember those pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, who's that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who? Him? Fuck If I Know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea Who Cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-691728827739269608?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/691728827739269608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/push-erase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/691728827739269608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/691728827739269608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/push-erase.html' title='Push.... Erase....'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-5271478883455309534</id><published>2010-12-24T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:19:21.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Less &amp; Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to go back to college; I don’t want to see them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shouldn’t feel soo hurt about this, but I am. And I can’t help it. We are “family” apparently.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can never hold down a friend. I don’t blame them; I blame me. It always the same story; things goes well, drama here, drama there we get close then something like this happens and I somehow overreact. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know if I expect too much or too little from them but it ends up the same way. The list goes on regard all the people whom had this “friendship” with me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The more I think bout it the more I want to see them less. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First day at Chapman’s bar. Boring as hell but have some good companions there; Alvin &amp;amp; Agnes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just wanted to get this off my chest. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-5271478883455309534?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5271478883455309534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/less-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5271478883455309534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5271478883455309534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/less-less.html' title='Less &amp; Less'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-858827266207187026</id><published>2010-12-22T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:21:23.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Hey, It's Just Fucking Navin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel upset, I feel angry and frankly I don’t have anyone who understands me. Remon made a good point earlier regarding the issue at hand. But I guess what everyone fails to understand is I have feeling too. Apparently I don’t have any. I’m just a inconsiderate bastard who disregards everyone else’s feelings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate that feeling, that burning feeling in the chest. Just thinking more about it the more you have the feeling. I try to take a deep breath and try to “cool” myself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I hurt you, I apologized once I knew my mistake. Heck, I even felt guilty. I apologized and you just pretended like as if I didn’t. All of you did that. It really hurts. I was being sincere. Feels like you lied when you said you “care”; it doesn’t seem like you care now. Doesn’t seem like you ever cared&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s like I’m a piece of garbage. An unimportant person. An expandable product. A expandable person. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What Navin is upset?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Fuck, if I care, I mean it’s Navin; we all know how he is”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remon made some sense, I agree, call me stubborn but I don’t want to pretend like nothing has happened. Would a rapist stop his deeds if he was just let off with a warning? They get whipped in jail and pretty much learn their lesson. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remon told me to forget about it; I can’t. I give the I don’t care attitude but things like this I do care. I just guess some people are just too proud huh? I guess I’m an idiot with the attitude I have too huh?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry Remon but I am staying put…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-858827266207187026?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/858827266207187026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-its-just-fucking-navin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/858827266207187026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/858827266207187026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-its-just-fucking-navin.html' title='Hey, It&apos;s Just Fucking Navin'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-4582656892348256712</id><published>2010-12-14T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:57:15.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Front Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TQb29qSjbNI/AAAAAAAAA_0/__FxDI7tLb0/s1600/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TQb29qSjbNI/AAAAAAAAA_0/__FxDI7tLb0/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550395129965276370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes it's been ages yet again. Partly coz I'm lazy and due to down age of internet. So finally back to blogging;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So am still loving it at the front office. I am seriously considering majoring in front office later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really had fun with some of my guest. I mean really had fun. For example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TQb288miHLI/AAAAAAAAA_k/rc7O7ufNRHA/s400/DSC00602.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550395117701045426" /&gt;Mr. Ivan &amp;amp; Ms. Penny;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say I really enjoy this couple. They were soo friendly and pretty much always in the mood to talk. My point of view with the front office it's hard to find easy to talk to guests like them. What was really an ice breaker was teaching them how to use their brand spanking new DSLR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason for the DSLR is because Ms. Penny is expecting a little one soon. DSLR + baby = really nice pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss them, due to the fact I havent found any other guest I can talk to like I talked to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TQb28k4MzGI/AAAAAAAAA_c/QRfbDK4Jko8/s400/DSC00598.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550395111332695138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Asther, Family &amp;amp; Friends;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first guest with I had a relationship with. All thanks to Casey for assigning me to them. It was a lot of work but I really enjoyed the work. Helping them in any way I could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just felt somewhat helpless as I couldnt help Mr. Francis look for his beloved G9. I googled it and damn its a nice camera. Soo old school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TQb28IBiKcI/AAAAAAAAA_U/zhj52-LUHmY/s400/DSC00597.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550395103587215810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is baby Haley; Mr Francis &amp;amp; Ms Asther's lil' bundle of joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TQb0zXW5V2I/AAAAAAAAA_M/5NH7seadpmM/s400/DSC00595.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550392754061268834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Sarah &amp;amp; Mr Matthew;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember Mr Matt saying to me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you're ever down at UK, gimme a ring, you ain't staying at no hotel, you're stayin with us. And if you don't I'll hunt you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Australians who live at UK. He's a City supporter... Ergh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TQb29NUrYUI/AAAAAAAAA_s/wM88FfHIhvI/s400/DSC00608.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550395122189558082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, my Front office manager, Mr Shahrul, he left PLR yesterday to work for Airasia. Awesome guy, I never actually shed a tear for someone in the industry before this. Only worked under him for less than a month but he meant alot. He didn't act like a manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He acted like a friend, brother, father &amp;amp; a teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-4582656892348256712?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4582656892348256712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/front-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4582656892348256712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4582656892348256712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/front-office.html' title='Front Office'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TQb29qSjbNI/AAAAAAAAA_0/__FxDI7tLb0/s72-c/DSC00604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-1934118801749424095</id><published>2010-12-14T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:58:17.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UPDATING LATER AT NIGHT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-1934118801749424095?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1934118801749424095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1934118801749424095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1934118801749424095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/updating.html' title='UPDATING'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-5634242542980868684</id><published>2010-12-01T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:56:36.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Where'd You Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TPZu8GafIvI/AAAAAAAAA_E/eunnPOKjTng/s1600/_41504418_scott_hoback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TPZu8GafIvI/AAAAAAAAA_E/eunnPOKjTng/s400/_41504418_scott_hoback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545741969946256114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can honestly say, I'm enjoying my stint at the front office. I love just meeting the guest and talking to them. I can say my calling is at front office. NOT housekeeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to brush up my social skills abit more. I realised I stutter, choke and mumble when I dont feel comfortable talking to the guest, or feel like I'm talking to a wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's bugging you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is good, but you still dont seem happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-5634242542980868684?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5634242542980868684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/whered-you-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5634242542980868684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5634242542980868684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/whered-you-go.html' title='Where&apos;d You Go?'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TPZu8GafIvI/AAAAAAAAA_E/eunnPOKjTng/s72-c/_41504418_scott_hoback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3860192421434208968</id><published>2010-11-29T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:19:44.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>The L Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TPPBDWaed5I/AAAAAAAAA-0/jjxOyupQOnM/s400/I-feel-lost.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544987829523609490" /&gt;It was a bad joke. Well it didn't feel like it when I was scheming it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I supposed to feel bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently I'm an attention seeker. Frankly, I'm not going to deny or admit to it. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions. Heck that's why I have my blog. Whatever, I first gave a shit when it hit the fan but now I couldn't give a fuck what anyone thinks of it and of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TPPBiUZ04MI/AAAAAAAAA-8/olKng-s4RrA/s400/the-eraser-20060710051337202.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544988361559957698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This picture. It's the cover of Thom Yorke's solo album, The Eraser. Only recently have I understood the picture. Well, my understanding. The Eraser is like anyone else, the waves represent life. Life doesn't in little amounts. It comes just as the picture shows. That's my understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First day of front office. It went much better than I expected it to be. I think I'm going to really enjoy my last month here.&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3860192421434208968?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3860192421434208968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/l-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3860192421434208968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3860192421434208968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/l-feeling.html' title='The L Feeling'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TPPBDWaed5I/AAAAAAAAA-0/jjxOyupQOnM/s72-c/I-feel-lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-8002518653797310047</id><published>2010-11-19T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:02:30.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Railings &amp; Drains</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought things are gonna get better here, someone takes a frying pan and smacks me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after getting to play futsal for the first time on the resort and after dinner; Leon and I forgot our keys. So I went over to Fisherman's Cove got the key from Remon and headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I reached the quarters I felt my left leg on air. Next thing I knew, I fell into a drain. One leg in one leg out. I would have broken the damn leg if I didnt use my hands to stop me from falling forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screamed for help as I got out, Leon came immediately. I still remember the pain, the unbearable burning pain. Nick, Ho Kun, Ivan and Leon carried me to the chair outside the quarters. As they cleaned the would the pain was getting more and more unbearable. I just felt like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after a check up by a specialist and an xray, apparently I suffered from a minor hair-line fracture from the fall. Man it sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painkillers are kicking in. I want to sleep. Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-8002518653797310047?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8002518653797310047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/railings-drains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8002518653797310047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8002518653797310047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/railings-drains.html' title='Railings &amp; Drains'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-1034381145981201142</id><published>2010-11-17T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:22:34.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Funky Dreams</title><content type='html'>It's not once but quite a number of times; I've been having some really interesting dreams while here at Pangkor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting yet, hard to remember. I'm only able to remember fragments of it and from that I can just add up how peculiar the dream is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some had me talking to people I don't know but in somewhat in the resort background, not talking about anything, but something really important. It seemed important. There must be a hidden meaning to it. I just wonder what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent one I had is in the afternoon; I took a nap and dreamt that my parents and my younger brother were here on the resort and were about to head out to the Emerald Bay. After sending them off, I could see a tornado heading to the resort from the main island. Tried calling my parents but my phone was somehow in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on the dream felt like real because I was in the resort but leaning on my dad's Volvo. I'm wondering to myself how the heck did the car get here. Yes, I was thinking in my sleep. I mean really thinking logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a first time for me because I realised that when I start thinking logically in my sleep, the situation, layout and are suddenly change and I cant remember what I'm thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I can conclude, the part about family in my dreams could be due to homesickness. Funny, I don't feel homesick. I remember having dreams like that when I went for National Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the dreams getting more and more funkier; I think it's the power naps I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-1034381145981201142?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1034381145981201142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/funky-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1034381145981201142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1034381145981201142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/funky-dreams.html' title='Funky Dreams'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-5804367492901859490</id><published>2010-11-11T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:17:28.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>A Man With A Fork, In A World Of Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TNrEwTF849I/AAAAAAAAA-M/meizB56Nz4M/s1600/feeling-left-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TNrEwTF849I/AAAAAAAAA-M/meizB56Nz4M/s400/feeling-left-out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537955025843446738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nuff Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Came across this really funny data sheet that day... No offence ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TNrEwjL2vZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/HXuVESYUU-k/s1600/277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TNrEwjL2vZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/HXuVESYUU-k/s400/277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537955030163176850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-5804367492901859490?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5804367492901859490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/man-with-fork-in-world-of-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5804367492901859490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5804367492901859490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/man-with-fork-in-world-of-soup.html' title='A Man With A Fork, In A World Of Soup'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TNrEwTF849I/AAAAAAAAA-M/meizB56Nz4M/s72-c/feeling-left-out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-5744088314778296424</id><published>2010-11-08T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:05:04.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Up Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>It's All Relative, It's All Understood</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm going back to my roots on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mainly for my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my mum asked me to pick a laptop on the Dell website. Being me, when my parents ask me to choose what I want when they pay for it, I always pick the cheapest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel we come from a lower middle class family and I hate to be a burden to my parents. Especially to my mum. She works hard and never complains. Okay maybe a few times on how we don't help out with the chores, but she's entitled to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about the laptop, I picked a cheap one and she told me to get a better one as it would be good for the long run. I don't know but I just feel guilty about it. A part of me wanted to tell her that I don't need it if she needed to fork out the amount that was needed for the better model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my early teenage life, I know my parents have it hard and I try to ease their burden by getting a part time job during my holidays to pay for my daily needs. I just  hate the I idea that I have to be a burden to my parents. I feel bad, I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes there are times I have misunderstandings with them, especially my mum. All this while we'd get into a heated exchange of words. It's only recently I realised that how much she's done for the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and her University fees, plane tickets, allowance and her usual needs. I feel she cant seem to understand the situation that she's putting mum and dad in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, the somewhat spoilt on in the family. He too does not realise the burden he's giving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents too play a part in this. I noticed, we would want something, if it's really not necessary they'd say no. But we'd somehow make them feel guilty about not getting it for us and they ending working hard just so we're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very self centred of us isn't it. I somehow hate myself for all the burdens I've given my parents... Especially you Amma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry &amp;amp; I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-5744088314778296424?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5744088314778296424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-all-relative-its-all-understood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5744088314778296424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5744088314778296424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-all-relative-its-all-understood.html' title='It&apos;s All Relative, It&apos;s All Understood'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7543304038496456252</id><published>2010-10-26T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:16:20.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TMW_IAPBC7I/AAAAAAAAA-E/UOt-SJ8rsrA/s1600/frustrated1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TMW_IAPBC7I/AAAAAAAAA-E/UOt-SJ8rsrA/s400/frustrated1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532037861517364146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really... What else is there?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like you just clear up the first mess and suddenly there is another and it's a hurtful one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work wise everything is good, I can say I'm enjoying other than the fact that I have one EVERY  tough house keeping manager. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Miss, HR told me to ask you for leave of absence because my room was attacked by monkeys. They expect us to clean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*gives a wtf look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What you talking? Now you are on duty, please worry about your personal issues after your work... now go back to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you someone forgot to close the window in our room which resulted in monkey mayhem. Shit, Food And Shit EVERYWHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freaking took me like 5 hours to clean up and wash ALL my clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am just frustrated with you. I don't know what you want. I adhered to all your rules for the room. I heard that you said that you have "problems" with your roommates. Please do enlighten me. Yes we have differences but running away to another room isn't gonna solve your fucking problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not mad at you for changing room, I'm mad at you for not fucking telling me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Remon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7543304038496456252?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7543304038496456252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/frustration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7543304038496456252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7543304038496456252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TMW_IAPBC7I/AAAAAAAAA-E/UOt-SJ8rsrA/s72-c/frustrated1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-6643923763451193684</id><published>2010-10-23T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T17:04:55.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><title type='text'>Pangkor Laut Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, I've been really really late on the posting up on the post... hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been close to two weeks and well so far, things have been good. Doing housekeeping first and at first I thought, "crap, I'm gonna hate it and stuff" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But apparently things have been good. No complaints on work really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have changed, some became arrogant, some have distant themselves and rest have remained being themselves, idiots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far enjoying it here.... that's all for now, will post up soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-6643923763451193684?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6643923763451193684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/pangkor-laut-resort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6643923763451193684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6643923763451193684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/pangkor-laut-resort.html' title='Pangkor Laut Resort'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7550570542096444233</id><published>2010-09-30T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T01:17:09.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>What's Up With That?</title><content type='html'>Been actually studying lately and mind you I've actually learned some things and find certain subjects easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about anyone in particular, it's just me thinking out, why are people sensitive? I've changed myself to adapt to sensitive people, not to get on their bad side. But in spite of that, there seems to be more nonsense popping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somewhat feel upset about Remon's case. Not upset for him but at him. I think I've told you before, bro; just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, you too have changed, reason why I don't ask you is because you shrug off my question and say you are okay. Mon, you are not a good liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its the season where everyone is disappointing one another eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm disappointed with Aiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are too thick headed, persistent and stupid. Missing practical classes? Really dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I wont be surprised if I don't see you in class next term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7550570542096444233?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7550570542096444233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-up-with-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7550570542096444233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7550570542096444233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-up-with-that.html' title='What&apos;s Up With That?'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-5635229277009264950</id><published>2010-09-20T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T01:19:06.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Soo Close Yet Soo Far</title><content type='html'>I'm soo not in the mood for college later. I mean After going through the wonder called Pangkor Island Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there for a day for my interview. Will blog more about it tomorrow as I can't seem to upload pictures into the blogger thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally the holidays are coming to an end and I'm going back to college. Yay college =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-5635229277009264950?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5635229277009264950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/soo-close-yet-soo-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5635229277009264950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5635229277009264950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/soo-close-yet-soo-far.html' title='Soo Close Yet Soo Far'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-530302113612929053</id><published>2010-09-12T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T02:16:21.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Opening Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TIu9Mu-I5-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/Gcdc5uBQHxw/s1600/love-sick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TIu9Mu-I5-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/Gcdc5uBQHxw/s400/love-sick1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515710195110045666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be an interesting post. I'm gonna talk bout me feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old ones to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was talking to an old crush recently, after talking to her I went to sleep as it was late. As I laid on my pillow, I was thinking of that past. Thinking about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since kindergarten, I had a crush on her, but frankly, I didn't know what was a crush and I was like "eww girls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was WAY too shy to talk to her, that and all my friends would have teased me if I did so. I always saw her, I can't remember who she would hang out with. But I realized that every time I see her, I looked at her, she always had a smile on her face. She just had one of those cheerful faces. A face that could just light up your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TIu9Ng8ojTI/AAAAAAAAA98/vuOXOK60mZU/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TIu9Ng8ojTI/AAAAAAAAA98/vuOXOK60mZU/s400/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515710208525503794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a secret crush. I never admitted it to anyone, a secret I kept till now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was 10; it was the end of the year and I was going to my new class for next year. Looked at the name list like everyone else. Saw my name and started looking for my friends names and I stumbled upon her name. I think my heart skipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually looking forward to talking to her. Actually saying something to her. Heck, I don't think she's ever said my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 3rd 2002, I went to class. I picked my seat, sat beside another buddy. I waited for her, waited. But she never came. I didn't think much of it. I just thought she's still in a holiday mood or still in a holiday or worst, she's feeling under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week passed and I couldn't wait. I and to one of her friends and asked. She had moved, migrated to a different country. My heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are. I totally forgotten bout her till my friend showed me her Facebook profile. I hesitated to request a friend request thingy. Lot of things ran through my head;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Does she remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Would she think I'm some stalker?&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAS NEVER SPOKEN TO ME AND YOU WANT TO ADD HER AS A FRIEND? BRILLIANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, she accepted. We spoke, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If you know who she is, please do me a favor and keep it to yourself, please don't say who or point fingers at the chatbox. If you are really curious, MSN or Facebook or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TIu9NAaEu9I/AAAAAAAAA90/Ewp3N0hz3v0/s1600/crush-germans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TIu9NAaEu9I/AAAAAAAAA90/Ewp3N0hz3v0/s400/crush-germans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515710199790615506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Random Picture I Came Across While Googling Crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TIu9Mu-I5-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/Gcdc5uBQHxw/s1600/love-sick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-530302113612929053?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/530302113612929053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/opening-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/530302113612929053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/530302113612929053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/opening-up.html' title='Opening Up'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TIu9Mu-I5-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/Gcdc5uBQHxw/s72-c/love-sick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7772933455728986974</id><published>2010-09-07T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:46:25.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Still Wondering</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I really wish I had some kind of disorder. I mean it would make my life soo much  more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from service. I puked out what I ate, brilliant. I had a feeling the chicken wasn't cooked properly. By puking it proved to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just looking forward to Pangkor, seriously I haven't even gone for the freaking interview and I'm planning everything already. Relatives said Pangkor Island Resort is quite dead and its just for relaxation. Heck after August all I want to do is relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a guitar, bottle of scotch, a futsal ball, my sketch pad and my MP3 player. I will be soo dayum happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I'm blogging. I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7772933455728986974?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7772933455728986974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7772933455728986974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7772933455728986974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-wondering.html' title='Still Wondering'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3784410093044118565</id><published>2010-09-06T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:39:41.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Got You A Brand New Heaven</title><content type='html'>Two hours to burn till dinner service. I'm Mani's guest. Bored so what do I do? Go to the library and sit infront of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just soo bloody hooked on to Jack Johnson's Symbols In My Driveway. It's like the BEST song to listen to when you need to chill. Seriously I mean its the best song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to youtube to try and learn the song and failed miserablely.... I can't find a single version that makes it easy to see what they are playing. But found how to play Gone and Flake... Come on holidays! Waiting for you. I know what I'm gonna be doing then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3784410093044118565?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3784410093044118565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/got-you-brand-new-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3784410093044118565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3784410093044118565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/got-you-brand-new-heaven.html' title='Got You A Brand New Heaven'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7833045433345010407</id><published>2010-09-05T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T02:26:54.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>I Hate Jams, But Peanut Butter &amp; Jam Is Okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I 've leaving college early, I love avoiding the Taylors jam, the jam we have within the college itself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after that, on the Federal highway, you just get sucked in to this sea of cars. And you are only gonna get out of it two hours later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday that's exactly what happened. I usually turn out at PJ and avoid the whole jam at Federal highway but on this Friday, the jam was seriously bad. I turn into PJ to be stuck at another jam. Took a turn into the industrial area. Got stuck there in another jam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said to myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;screw it. I can't avoid it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I parked the car at the side of the road, I put down the windows abit and turned of the engine. Moved to the passenger's seat and took at nap. Put my alarm for 8pm when the roads will be clear due to everyone breaking fast. Worked like a charm. Next time, I'm just gonna stay in college till 8pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Something is missing, I dont know what, but it just is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7833045433345010407?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7833045433345010407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-jams-but-peanut-butter-jam-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7833045433345010407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7833045433345010407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-jams-but-peanut-butter-jam-is.html' title='I Hate Jams, But Peanut Butter &amp; Jam Is Okay'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-1952795172672671105</id><published>2010-09-02T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:50:05.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Mediocre Bad Guys</title><content type='html'>I love sports. Why the major affection towards sports? As you all know with all the crap happening to me and stress build up only three things calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guitar (till a certain point I get sick of it because I'm not improving)&lt;br /&gt;2. "Calm Me Down" Playlist (nothing but Jack Johnson's Best)&lt;br /&gt;3. Sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the noon I was really stressed, breathing heavily (abit I realised when I'm stressed) and cursing to kingdom come. But from 7.30pm till 10.30pm everything disappeared. I felt soo relaxed. I didnt feel an ounce of stress and I wasn't thinking about any worries in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futsal and basketball, you can never get me to stop. It's my weed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-1952795172672671105?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1952795172672671105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/mediocre-bad-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1952795172672671105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1952795172672671105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/mediocre-bad-guys.html' title='Mediocre Bad Guys'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2115335727461420376</id><published>2010-09-01T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:00:56.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Swan</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how I put up with all of this. If I was put in this situation say 3 or 4 years back, I'd just shoot myself. I'm still wondering, what is keeping me going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August has just gone and it's been 2 hours and 50 minutes into September. I'm really  looking forward to industrial training right about now. I really want to go to Pangkor and be lost in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on France. I feel like it was a cruel joke the college played on us. Just fucking tell us earlier that it's only for F&amp;amp;B and Kitchen instead of us finding out much later. Lecturer says there is still a possibility for me to go. *sigh* With all the great luck I have right now, I really doubt that is even possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these two words are keeping me going everday as I wake up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope &amp;amp; Believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, interesting words for a guy who gave up hope and believe on almost everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the Sun to rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2115335727461420376?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2115335727461420376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/black-swan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2115335727461420376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2115335727461420376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/black-swan.html' title='Black Swan'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-8337356109211790671</id><published>2010-08-31T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T02:02:57.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Times Like These</title><content type='html'>With the way how things are going, I just want to hide away. There is way too much shit on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/THvvTF1VRzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/7cml7TPcRyE/s1600/pain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/THvvTF1VRzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/7cml7TPcRyE/s400/pain1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511261680280356658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The usual amount of bad luck I get in one year has been crammed and blown straight to my face in the likes of August. I feel really tired. Sleeping never helps, I'm in trouble in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hand. I need help. I need someone, anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way over my head. First thing to do is to take care of this little problem. If what he says is correct and she made it formal, I am fucked. Can you blame me? I didn't sleep for 2 days because of that damn assignment and at the brink of tears because I felt soo useless, I just couldn't figure out how to get rid of the bugs in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arika and Mani helped but I was really upset. Tears were there, I tried hard to hide them. You give me this choice, fail one or fail 5. I was mad, all I asked for was 2 minutes. Go up, pass the files and come back down. You didn't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm the bad guy in all this huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Got A Light Bulb Full Of Anger&lt;br /&gt;And I Can Switch It On And Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Situations It Can Be So Bright, I Can't Believe&lt;br /&gt;How Pathetic I Can Be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-8337356109211790671?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8337356109211790671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/times-like-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8337356109211790671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8337356109211790671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/times-like-these.html' title='Times Like These'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/THvvTF1VRzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/7cml7TPcRyE/s72-c/pain1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2622047582350614668</id><published>2010-08-29T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:19:45.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Symbol In My Driveway</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to update, I really have been but I haven't had the time to do so. I'm just making a quick blog to prove this blog aint dead. Will blog in a few hours time. I need to mend my ankles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2622047582350614668?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2622047582350614668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/symbol-in-my-driveway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2622047582350614668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2622047582350614668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/symbol-in-my-driveway.html' title='Symbol In My Driveway'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-1934651862807331591</id><published>2010-08-11T10:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:25:23.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>Black 13</title><content type='html'>So for Malaysian Studies I did some last minute work for our assignment, May 13th 1969. Yes, not many know of this day. Not many were old enough to remember or elders just dont tell us as they are scared we're repeat our mistakes. But isn't history full of mistakes? We read about these mistakes so we dont repeat these mistakes. Anyhu... Here are some personal points of view during May 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was deeply touched by all of them. Believe it or not, I was in tears just by reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503987289515298450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TGIXR0fTDpI/AAAAAAAAA9E/mPI0jjtkEQE/s400/12c-13may1969.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Courier New';font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;em&gt;I was then a nine-year-old son of an FRU policeman. We lived at the Police Depot at Jalan Gurney, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;Even at my age then, it was clear to me that larger forces were at work in this terrible incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our house in the Depot, we saw fires burning on the first two nights in the Batu Road (Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman) area – proof for me that the Chinese were attacked first. It was only on the third night when the fires appeared in a different part of the sky – over the Datuk Keramat and Kampung Baru areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we grew up, this subject came up many times and it was always clear to most people I met that the Chinese were attacked first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also witness to another phenomenon that backs up an observation in the documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around May 13, the older sons of many of my Malay neighbours were not be seen and they only returned days later. It was all hush-hush but their younger brothers told me that they were asked to assemble at residence of Harun Idris. From the way they behaved when they returned, I was led to believe that they had participated in the riots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father spoke harshly of the soldiers too. When the FRU men were sent out, many of the areas they went to had earlier been visited by the soldiers and the residents (or what were left of them) tearfully told stories of how the soldiers joined the Malays in attacking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends I met years later in Malacca also told me that soldiers had fired into shophouses in Jalan Bunga Raya for no reason. I have heard lots of other anecdotes too. Many Malaysians would have been personally affected by this tragedy. Maybe this would a good time for them to come forward and share their recollections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The publication of these truths is long overdue. I hope it will lead to the different races of this country becoming more aware of how they are being manipulated to keep a select group of people in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many innocent people died during those tragic days just so that power remained in the hands of the perpetrators. Datuk Harun (and I always believed this was due to divine retribution) never led a happy life after that incident. That fact is well-documented. I’m sure God would have punished the others too, whoever they are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;Another One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503987298522183586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TGIXSWCtN6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/Hq90Brfweh8/s400/5940_267611025382_553345382_8615631_5274964_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Courier New';font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;em&gt;I was in class ( Form Six ) at a school in PJ, BBBS in Section 14. Totally oblivious of what was happening. This was then called FEC or Further Education School. Not one of us knew what was just about happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I walked with my sisters, as usual, to the bust depot, about a 10-minute walk. That was when things didn’t seem right. There were no buses there. But we, along with others, waited, not long though. Nightfall was approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the weirdest feeling I had ever felt …. All very quiet. No buses, then I realized there were no cars on the roads too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the first bus came …. And as far as I can remember, the only noise was the sound of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the passengers in the bus …. All with blood, some on their faces. To this day I can still picture a Chinese woman, in her 40s I believe, in the bus, holding some kind of a cloth on her face. Her face was covered with blood and all of them were rushing out of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still did not know what the heck was happening. Then the passengers told us … still not knowing it was a racial clash between the Malays and the Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All innocent people in vehicles coming from Bangsar to PJ ….. no chance for them …. As they were stopped by the Kampung Kerenchi mob. Some who knew just zoomed past. Others were all slaughtered. One pregnant woman was massacred. No one was spared by these angry mob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kampung Kerenchi was like 10 minutes away from the bus depot. I don’t know how that bus went past but windows were smashed and people in it were hurt . I guess the driver rammed through the mob, only way to get past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could not escape going through the Federal Highway without passing and facing the wrath of the inhabitants of Kampung Kerenchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us all quite a while to realize what exactly was happening. It was a horrible sight. My sisters were there and we had no transport …. The mob may arrive …. All kinds of thoughts raced across my mind. I told my sisters to wait in a hidden place while I ran …. non-stop ( about 4-5 miles ) back home to tell and ask my father to pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget that run. As I ran, I started looking everywhere, behind, sideways, in front, to see if there was a mob of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t have the luxury of owning a cell phone then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to reach home and my father drove immediately to the place with me, to pick up my sisters. I thank God all of us were safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a couple of days later when a Curfew was imposed. Shops closed. Then after a few days, the curfew was lifted for an hour for all to get provisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living in Jalan Gasing at that time. Imagine, curfew and some of us got together and sneaked to another friend’s place, across the road …. Just to play gin rummy! We went there commando style. Heard and saw an army truck ( with orders to shoot to kill ), ducked amongst the lalang and crept to the house and we did the same thing returning home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wrote is a summary. What is more important is, I too, as everyone else do not know who started it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would say, the idiots in politics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503987302012650802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TGIXSjC5hTI/AAAAAAAAA9U/IYyxT2a2GpY/s400/13May-byHassanMuthalib02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Courier New';font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;em&gt;I was teaching in the Klang valley at the time, and was returning home after a badminton game when I saw the Tunku wept on TV. My heart went out to him. I noticed the tearful eyes of my roommate, a teacher from Kedah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some local gangsters came to our house to advise us to be ready with any weapon we could find, such as iron pipes. We were to signal any attack by beating pots and pans. That night I heard the security forces shouting at someone at the end of our block, asking him to "keluar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I heard gunshots somewhere near a theater: someone with a gun was holed up in his room. He later shot himself, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malays were also frightened: parents arrived at the urban school wanting to take their children back because of a rumor that the Chinese were going to attack their children. The HM was absent and I refused their request. So did my Chinese and Indian colleagues until the lessons were over and then, as promised, we escorted the children passed the mainly Chinese shops to the city bus station. For the first time I was scared my own people would do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later a Chinese bus driver was stabbed to death somewhere near Shah Alam. Some houses near Meru, some miles from Klang, were burned and looted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I heard my elder brother was in the KL theater that was sprayed by the army's machine guns. I heard about a New Zealand nurse raped by some kampung hot heads - wondered if they were Harun's people. Things quietened down when the troops were replaced by the Sarawak Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the aftermath I told my largely kampung students that while the communities were attacking one another, their leaders were having durian parties. But stupid people, especially the town Chinese, were talking about boycotting the Malay durian sellers. I told the few Chinese students to realize that this was a struggle between politicians and they should not be used as pawns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart went to to each and everyone of them. The suffering they went through. Now you know why I say, race &amp;amp; religion are unnescessary borders... They cause nothing but pain and anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palms leaves, like blades (May 13, 1969)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Curfew: from the walnut cabinet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the test pattern’s squealing note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuning the wireless past that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wailing from another planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sirens whooping –&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;polis or ambulance? &lt;/em&gt;–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;screaming … then silence [ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Banana palms clatter, like blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blades falling – a bad dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a scene from nowhere, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clouds, like smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monkeys, like sirens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palms, like blades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chopping through the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a regrettable incident... have a prayer for those who were innocent. Don't forget May 13th 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-1934651862807331591?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1934651862807331591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/uncilized-beings-of-black-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1934651862807331591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1934651862807331591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/uncilized-beings-of-black-13.html' title='Black 13'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TGIXR0fTDpI/AAAAAAAAA9E/mPI0jjtkEQE/s72-c/12c-13may1969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7082032790284711085</id><published>2010-08-10T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:47:15.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>It's So Fucking Unfair</title><content type='html'>Seriously... Not even a fucking week. FUCK!! SERIOUSLY!! FUCK!! AGAIN!! I JUST FUCKING GOT IT!! IT'S ONLY FUCKING WEEK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Fuckedy Fuck Fuck Fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7082032790284711085?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7082032790284711085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-so-fucking-unfair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7082032790284711085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7082032790284711085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-so-fucking-unfair.html' title='It&apos;s So Fucking Unfair'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-9024050229525499735</id><published>2010-08-09T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:22:47.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>HOLY SHIT GUESS WHAT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TF7ZVETitkI/AAAAAAAAA88/xFL-pzUct4U/s1600/6a00d83451ba6469e200e54f1d9bcb8834-640wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TF7ZVETitkI/AAAAAAAAA88/xFL-pzUct4U/s400/6a00d83451ba6469e200e54f1d9bcb8834-640wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503074750649513538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOLY SHIT FCUK!! GUESS WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Monday, college, life, boring *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-9024050229525499735?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9024050229525499735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/holy-shit-guess-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/9024050229525499735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/9024050229525499735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/holy-shit-guess-what.html' title='HOLY SHIT GUESS WHAT!!'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TF7ZVETitkI/AAAAAAAAA88/xFL-pzUct4U/s72-c/6a00d83451ba6469e200e54f1d9bcb8834-640wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2190541360071005426</id><published>2010-08-09T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:18:50.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>A Conversation With Remon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;you curse us isit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;why ar?&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh maii~&lt;br /&gt;gawdd..&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;some one bang gillians car&lt;br /&gt;-__-'&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;i go mandi first&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;i didnt curse u&lt;br /&gt;but they maybe&lt;br /&gt;KARMA!!&lt;br /&gt;btw&lt;br /&gt;derek coming 2molo for futsal&lt;br /&gt;we got MESSI!!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ham jee!! damn nice wehy~~&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;messi!! wee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;oo&lt;br /&gt;he said maybe&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;k la at least got hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;u saying we no hope without derek HA?&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THAT LAA&lt;br /&gt;DONT TRUST US!!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;FINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT FREN YOU!&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm just saying our game easy with him&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;be fore that&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;wht happened to gillians car&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;some idiot in his benz&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;his fault or urs?&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;"tried" to cut&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;end up hitting gillians&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;"tried"?&lt;br /&gt;then?&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;yea fail&lt;br /&gt;damn stupid&lt;br /&gt;we pursuit him la.&lt;br /&gt;but that babi guy didn't stop&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;take number only la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;take alredy&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;make report&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;picture somemore got!&lt;br /&gt;LOl&lt;br /&gt;yea tomorrow report&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;so smart chase and crash and die&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;coz KL canot&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;MAKE TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;24 hours bah&lt;br /&gt;afternoon tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;JUST GET IT DONE LAA&lt;br /&gt;WTFFFF&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;mani, me, gillian&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;mani???&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;he knows the station&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;where it happened?&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we all kl people noob bah&lt;br /&gt;SARAVANAN&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell&lt;br /&gt;its near pyramid&lt;br /&gt;actually right beside =.=&lt;br /&gt;NOOBS!&lt;br /&gt;and pls ar&lt;br /&gt;u ampang and desa pandan ppl noob&lt;br /&gt;ampang ppl so malas wanna go bangsar to drop friend&lt;br /&gt;pfftt&lt;br /&gt;desa pandan JUST noob only&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;-___-'&lt;br /&gt;OI~&lt;br /&gt;Dp is cool ok!?&lt;br /&gt;we are too cool&lt;br /&gt;we can make a country out of desa pandan&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;pfftt&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;too pro alredy&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;got McD&lt;br /&gt;got Secret Recipe&lt;br /&gt;got 7-11&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;bangsar is the most MULTI RACIAL PLACE!!&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;got speedy video&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;GOT&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;got KFC&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT 1 mcd... 2 711&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;got Mamak&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;3 malls&lt;br /&gt;easily 20 mamaks&lt;br /&gt;2 basketball courst&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we have one mamak every 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;3 football fields&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we got 4 football field&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;2 futsal courst&lt;br /&gt;tons of swimming pools&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;at north, south, east west&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;SAME LAAA&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;got 2 futsal court&lt;br /&gt;2 badminton court&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;i just making u feel better by saying to 20 oni&lt;br /&gt;badminton got 4&lt;br /&gt;got 6 tennis courst&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we too cool for tennis&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;got 2 alexis&lt;br /&gt;got cool places to lepak&lt;br /&gt;got nice ppl&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we got 15 peters&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;got multi racial ppls&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we got awesome cybercafes&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;pfft&lt;br /&gt;cybercafe for noobs who want to skip skol&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;this one too pro alredy&lt;br /&gt;we got the best MILO maker in the world at Rejab&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;pffftt&lt;br /&gt;BACKSIDE!!&lt;br /&gt;BEST ONE IS TAYLORS CRISPY POPIAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;*points to my butt* here here&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE THE BEST VIEW OF KL SKYLINE!!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE KL!!!&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAhA`&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;pffftt&lt;br /&gt;BACKSIDE!!!&lt;br /&gt;U CANT LOOK AT IT AND PAK TOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;2 minute drive to everything&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;SAME!!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;CAN&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT UR PLACE ALWAYS JAM!!&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we got SMART TUNNEL&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;HA~!&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;PAY SO MUCHH TO USE TUNNEL HA!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;FOR WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;-____-" free&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;errr&lt;br /&gt;SHATTAP&lt;br /&gt;U LIYING&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT SAY ANYTHIGN ALREDY!&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! noob!&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;WHO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;PFFTT&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm spiderman&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;BANGSAR GOT COOL PARTIES DURING WORLD CUP&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;WE HAV NICE CARS&lt;br /&gt;WE HAV CHILLIS&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE 2 MPH&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE FISH &amp;amp; CO&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;CEH, we got the whole NAZA, PERODUA,&lt;br /&gt;we got CHICKEN &amp;amp; CO&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;pfftt&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we got borders&lt;br /&gt;we got MPH&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;NAZA &amp;amp; PRODUA&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we got MP 6&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT CHUN CHUN CAR SHOPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT TIMES BOOKSTOR ALSO&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we got spare parts damn pro one&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;PFFTTT&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT OUR OWN RAMLEE BURGER STALL&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT SUNGAI BESI&lt;br /&gt;SAME&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT 4 OTAI BURGERS&lt;br /&gt;AND U HAVENT TRIED OTAI&lt;br /&gt;SO SHATTAP&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;I tried&lt;br /&gt;not nice&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT the Awesome Bintang Fashion also&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;TIPU&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;and 9 pet shops all over&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;FOR WAHT?&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we care for animals&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;WE DONT LIKE SEEING ANIMALS IN CAGES&lt;br /&gt;BANGSAR LOVE ANIMALS&lt;br /&gt;UNLIKE DESA PANDAN&lt;br /&gt;9 PET SHOPS OF ANIMALS WITH NO LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;got love&lt;br /&gt;unlike bangsar&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;TIPU!!!1&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we don't let our cat die on the road&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;BANGSAR WHERE GOT???&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;we keep it safe&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;WE TAKE TO SPCA&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno near your house there&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;HA SOMEONE THINKING OF THINGS TO SAY&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;SPCA near AMPANG&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;TIPU!!&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;near DesaPandan&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;NO CAT DEAD&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;GOT~!&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;TIPU!!!&lt;br /&gt;TIPU&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;i saw like a kazillion&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;TIPU&lt;br /&gt;TIPU&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;awak tipu~&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;TIPU&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;PENGENIPUAN&lt;br /&gt;diam u~!&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;LALALAALALALAALALAALALALA&lt;br /&gt;KAMU BERPENGENIPUANKAN SAYA LAAA&lt;br /&gt;Remon says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;oi~&lt;br /&gt;jangan mengesenyumkan aku&lt;br /&gt;| Navin | says:&lt;br /&gt;OI&lt;br /&gt;SEPAK KOU&lt;br /&gt;DONTFRIENDYOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2190541360071005426?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2190541360071005426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversation-with-remon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2190541360071005426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2190541360071005426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversation-with-remon.html' title='A Conversation With Remon'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-6506797219310467029</id><published>2010-08-04T08:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T08:52:58.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><title type='text'>Who What Where, Pikachu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was meaning to update yesterday but I kindda ran out of time. It was getting late and I had to wake up early. I actually had something to blog about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's so my blog doesn't look dead as half the blogs on my links (no offense to you guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age is catching up with me, I feel the burn from playing too much basketball. After yet another Tuesday basketball session, I felt my thigh strained, the same toe which I almost broke from the last week of basketball go stiff and painful and aches and pains at general places. Maybe it aint age but more on time to warm up before a game. Now I'm thinking whether I should tourture my body some more by playing futal later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculously fast don't you agree? It's already term 4 and we're already on our 3rd week. Another 6 more weeks of college to go. Then training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, for the second industrial training I've been meaning to go to a resort. So after talking to Remon, I've decided to goto Pangkor Laut Resort as my first choice, Pelangi Spa &amp;amp; Resort as my second choice and Thanjung Rhu Resort as my third choice. 3 months of working in paradise but there are setbacks. I won't be down for my birthday and I wont be down for Deepavali. Two of the biggest holidays I look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes My Birthday Is A Public Holiday, Just The MAN Feels That I'm Too Cool For Everyone To Celebrate My Birthday So We Keep It Under Wraps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Besides think of the danger to my life by parading around the streets, last thing we need is another JFK incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have lots to say about everything, how I feel, what I think of some people but it's not worth it, no matter what, nobody changes. They NEVER change, there is no point on continuously trying got get that in their thick skull. They won't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501351125919714370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TFi5s50jzEI/AAAAAAAAA80/Gp_9vWPIej8/s400/depressingcomicweek.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-6506797219310467029?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6506797219310467029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/who-what-where-pikachu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6506797219310467029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6506797219310467029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/who-what-where-pikachu.html' title='Who What Where, Pikachu'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TFi5s50jzEI/AAAAAAAAA80/Gp_9vWPIej8/s72-c/depressingcomicweek.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-8631895953824816555</id><published>2010-07-29T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:59:50.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>Write The Future (DH vs DC Edition)</title><content type='html'>Wayne Remon has the ball, can't be holding it too long to ponder on his next move, quick pass to Esteban Manikandan (Canavaro), he takes the ball side steps the striker avoids the tackle from the midfielder and leaves the defender on the ground as he dribbles past him too. 1 vs 1 situation with the keeper, the keeper dives in and gets the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I was stunned but Canavaro's superb skill to dribble past the whole team. The game felt like some World Cup final match, the atmosphere that it was giving, just everything about it. You'd just want to give your A game in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futsal at college, indoor court, hard court. My favourite. Play conditions? Night, weather; beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup feeling but Champion's League play, home and away game. Lost our home game but won our away game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the likes of Iker Cassilas (I can't remember the lecturer's name), Esteban Canavaro (Mani), Vidic Teoh (Adrian), Mr. Gopi Puyol (Just without the Sunsilk hair), Wayne Remon (but played midfield), Moxx Ballack (Rainer), Derek Messi and Navin van Persie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Friday vs DC United&lt;br /&gt;Home game we were leading from what appeared to be a keeper error after van Persie headed the ball into the box and the keeper was dumbfounded by the pass and it somehow went it. DH United somehow let the goal get ahead of them and were lazy on the defense against the counter attack. Which let to Black Friday conceding to late goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second leg, we conceded an early goal. Early in the game there were many chances, such as Esteban Manikandan's sublime dribbling skills against the whole DC United team. Just after Black Friday conceded van Persie took a shot that curled for the top corner but was just centimetres too high. A quick counter attack engineered by Wayne Remon who ended up having a great finish for the attack. The final attack and time running out, Cassilas throws the ball far and wide just slightly above DC United's defender to van Persie who was waiting for it. He' chests it down and with his back towards goal be blasts it to kingdom come and there we have it the winning goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of the game, it was most amount of fun Black Friday had in a long time. And we are really looking forward to the next game, next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for now, we're just worried on the aches and pains. I can't walk fast. I have to walk slowly because my calfs, hamstrings, knees and groin muscles are worked to the bone. When I walk, it feels like jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-8631895953824816555?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8631895953824816555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/write-future-dh-vs-dc-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8631895953824816555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8631895953824816555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/write-future-dh-vs-dc-edition.html' title='Write The Future (DH vs DC Edition)'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7058568070100589703</id><published>2010-07-26T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:42:46.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Fluck Fluckedy Fluck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TE2ss_OXQtI/AAAAAAAAA8k/od0Q9pJ4-kg/s1600/truth_and_lies_t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TE2ss_OXQtI/AAAAAAAAA8k/od0Q9pJ4-kg/s400/truth_and_lies_t.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498240608975143634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;It Speaks For Itself, Go Headbutt A Bullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7058568070100589703?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7058568070100589703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/fluck-fluckedy-fluck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7058568070100589703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7058568070100589703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/fluck-fluckedy-fluck.html' title='Fluck Fluckedy Fluck'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TE2ss_OXQtI/AAAAAAAAA8k/od0Q9pJ4-kg/s72-c/truth_and_lies_t.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3027288742099976141</id><published>2010-07-25T22:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:21:30.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>Langga Freaking Wheee Day 2</title><content type='html'>Yes the much awaited part two of our 3 part Langkawi vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a good drinking session, we went for a walk at 3am in the morning.. Mani, Frans, Remon and myself. So we're standing at the beach and Mani walks up to the water for some reason. We stand behind him... It's dark but the moon gives out enough light to see the beach clear, I see something running towards us, running along the beach line... it runs past Mani and we could make out a figure of a dog, a black dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like "WHAT THE FUCK?!!" It was pretty weird coz the dog didnt stop running and from what I know usually when a dog encounters a human it actually like stops or "layans" the human but in this case this "dog" was determined and continued to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even more creepy? My uncle says there ain't no dogs in Langkawi. Freaky much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExMlync4iI/AAAAAAAAA8U/agBweEw7kJg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExMlync4iI/AAAAAAAAA8U/agBweEw7kJg/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497853457238647330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after some much needed sleep we all headed to this malay stall for some good nasi lemak. It was literally a walk down the road from the hotel but it was like a 15 minutes walk... longest 15 minutes la, was seriously damn hungry. Remon proud with his orange converse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExMllBQ9JI/AAAAAAAAA8M/OUv00e6Nr6c/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExMllBQ9JI/AAAAAAAAA8M/OUv00e6Nr6c/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497853453588821138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So unfortunately when we get there, there were no more nasi lemaks. I ended up having some really oily and not appetizing koay tiow, I ended up not finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girls went shopping and the guys did what we do best when the girls go shopping... CC!! Yes we went CC at Langkawi. Quite pathetic but we had a REALLY good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExMlEMCA2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/RgFSAeGbTJE/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExMlEMCA2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/RgFSAeGbTJE/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497853444775609186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we were back before the girls and we did what we did best, rape each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExL6855yUI/AAAAAAAAA78/rVJCzwsU9TQ/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExL6855yUI/AAAAAAAAA78/rVJCzwsU9TQ/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497852721266018626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExL6tkl4iI/AAAAAAAAA70/8zl5O6bHry0/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExL6tkl4iI/AAAAAAAAA70/8zl5O6bHry0/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497852717150102050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExL6IFuB3I/AAAAAAAAA7s/4wF5EsIVESw/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExL6IFuB3I/AAAAAAAAA7s/4wF5EsIVESw/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497852707088500594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExL5iiuxGI/AAAAAAAAA7k/c14Gy3bqocY/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExL5iiuxGI/AAAAAAAAA7k/c14Gy3bqocY/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497852697009636450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExL5IRlbHI/AAAAAAAAA7c/AThewwioAEE/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExL5IRlbHI/AAAAAAAAA7c/AThewwioAEE/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497852689958399090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExKGNmkWPI/AAAAAAAAA7U/q8aIyEWv9ck/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExKGNmkWPI/AAAAAAAAA7U/q8aIyEWv9ck/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850715703630066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExKFp9adXI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dg8OKLE-YSw/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExKFp9adXI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dg8OKLE-YSw/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850706135774578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExKFQvIzvI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TqS0dxS9QOg/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExKFQvIzvI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TqS0dxS9QOg/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850699365011186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJpwkQbjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/wUoTxExqtr8/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJpwkQbjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/wUoTxExqtr8/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850226872970802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after the beaches and banana we went to a beach side place for some tom yam. Then this chap comes along and plays some tunes... And HE'S GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExKEyfA_UI/AAAAAAAAA68/ZQcaDrpOt5I/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExKEyfA_UI/AAAAAAAAA68/ZQcaDrpOt5I/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850691244326210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExKElQwQ6I/AAAAAAAAA60/7z04soj2xLA/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExKElQwQ6I/AAAAAAAAA60/7z04soj2xLA/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850687694848930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after another CC session we take Frans to the beach for a late birthday present... getting buried in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJq11wroI/AAAAAAAAA6s/JeTq6YoZqpY/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJq11wroI/AAAAAAAAA6s/JeTq6YoZqpY/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850245468434050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJqWppwRI/AAAAAAAAA6k/WksvTylldX0/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJqWppwRI/AAAAAAAAA6k/WksvTylldX0/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850237096149266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJpwkQbjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/wUoTxExqtr8/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now THIS is where the fun starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvj0mJb4ekA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvj0mJb4ekA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJpcP_sxI/AAAAAAAAA6U/tKOoM6eKSMQ/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJpcP_sxI/AAAAAAAAA6U/tKOoM6eKSMQ/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850221419279122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJo4Rcb7I/AAAAAAAAA6M/LkcBMtLGEOk/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJo4Rcb7I/AAAAAAAAA6M/LkcBMtLGEOk/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850211761680306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExMmTOkfVI/AAAAAAAAA8c/lF9knVxFxvY/s1600/38701_454506572393_719772393_6647595_2225157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExMmTOkfVI/AAAAAAAAA8c/lF9knVxFxvY/s400/38701_454506572393_719772393_6647595_2225157_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497853465992658258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExJGlEqjxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/ak1AIUfy7mk/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 should be up by end of this week or earlier... hopefully earlier... I malas wanna write about this already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3027288742099976141?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3027288742099976141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/langga-freaking-wheee-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3027288742099976141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3027288742099976141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/langga-freaking-wheee-day-2.html' title='Langga Freaking Wheee Day 2'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TExMlync4iI/AAAAAAAAA8U/agBweEw7kJg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-553163429012738797</id><published>2010-07-14T21:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:05:48.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>It Came From Langkawi Part 1</title><content type='html'>First up I'd like to congratulate myself for this is my 200th post for Thoughts Of The Illogic. Where did the time and posts go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoots, It's finally here, part one of a four part (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is JUST for the first day...&lt;br /&gt;A little note, 90% of this pictures are candid and not posed. Dunno why I felt like saying that. Don't like it? TOO BAD LA! YOU GO LANGKAWI THEN TAKE PICTURES YOU WANT!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pfftt... people these days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG9RR4UK-I/AAAAAAAAA5c/i5w1jXpmU38/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG9RR4UK-I/AAAAAAAAA5c/i5w1jXpmU38/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494881124923747298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remon And That "I Want A Blow Job" Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG9RNx_-fI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DYwwM85W3p4/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG9RNx_-fI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DYwwM85W3p4/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494881123823516146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took This Pic Of Frans, Seriously Like Some Album Of A K-Pop Album&lt;br /&gt;FYI, he wasn't posing. Heck he didn't even know the picture was taken till later that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG9Q5NjvWI/AAAAAAAAA5M/YVKs-uPJYNo/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG9Q5NjvWI/AAAAAAAAA5M/YVKs-uPJYNo/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494881118301961570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was full of excitement, this is gonna sound so gay, but I was excited because this was gonna be my first time on a plane. My first time flying. Arika said I looked like some Backstreet Boy, or was that me who said it.... should have updated earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG9QmWjFCI/AAAAAAAAA5E/kb6l5CHV4nQ/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG9QmWjFCI/AAAAAAAAA5E/kb6l5CHV4nQ/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494881113239393314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't think I'd forget this plane, as this plane was the first plane which I've flown in. The feeling when we took off. I was like a little girl... literally. Airbus A320&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG9QDgsowI/AAAAAAAAA48/TAI0AGGik6A/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG9QDgsowI/AAAAAAAAA48/TAI0AGGik6A/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494881103886721794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alien Fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG89YzmtrI/AAAAAAAAA40/jaoHlZkBJDo/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG89YzmtrI/AAAAAAAAA40/jaoHlZkBJDo/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880783185655474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TERRORIST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after the 45 minute flight from the LCCT to Langkawi airport, we took at cab to our motel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG89J_GmsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/-LO3mLrvnJc/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG89J_GmsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/-LO3mLrvnJc/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880779207350978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud to be "Budget" Dutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us felt abit tired and the rest such as Remon and myself wanted to show our colors and a fine job we did, summore 2 for 30 bucks... I call it a bargain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG88kF3O4I/AAAAAAAAA4k/J_oTaEo_GfY/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG88kF3O4I/AAAAAAAAA4k/J_oTaEo_GfY/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880769035156354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as usual, the guys are done changing and what not and standing outside for a good 20 minutes while the girls powder their noses. We were wondering whether we should go for the Sunset cruise, because it had just rained, it wouldnt have been safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG88X1C4jI/AAAAAAAAA4c/pHN9GTOfsu0/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG88X1C4jI/AAAAAAAAA4c/pHN9GTOfsu0/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880765743391282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But lucky us the skies cleared up and off we headed for the Sunset Cruise. Imagine, RM50 got us buffet style food, free flow alcohol and treatment rightful for a king. I kept telling myself it saying this trip was a day trip and Sunset Cruise was the only thing we were doing, it would be soo damn worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG88B9Z9yI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xjOMZxCzTCw/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG88B9Z9yI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xjOMZxCzTCw/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880759872878370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG8kikUsMI/AAAAAAAAA4M/vllYcwMExwQ/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG8kikUsMI/AAAAAAAAA4M/vllYcwMExwQ/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880356309184706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The yacht was really chilling and the music too. The highlight of this picture? Remon's face. He seemed to have that face everytime he had a glass with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG8ke8YOMI/AAAAAAAAA4E/x6w5QKFhk3E/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG8ke8YOMI/AAAAAAAAA4E/x6w5QKFhk3E/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880355336337602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would have been the highlights of the cruise. Shark feeding as the crew member called it. They layout this net behind the boat and cruise at a low speed and we get on the nets and hang on. Seriously the feeling was awesome, and to top it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sir Can I Get You A Beer To Drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never did beer taste soo good. It was the beer of relaxation, everything tasted better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG8kDmbZ2I/AAAAAAAAA38/Xl-IloMc0YQ/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG8kDmbZ2I/AAAAAAAAA38/Xl-IloMc0YQ/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880347996514146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG8jXmgfaI/AAAAAAAAA30/ZxPwXLrBYDw/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG8jXmgfaI/AAAAAAAAA30/ZxPwXLrBYDw/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880336185687458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the looks of our faces you can see how much we enjoyed the damn cruise. Mani and Frans tak boleh belah, acting poyo looking here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG8im8u2FI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Ig4OZ3LiEbk/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG8im8u2FI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Ig4OZ3LiEbk/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880323125565522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mani just didn't like this picture. To me it was like some body sculpting ad, from left, before, in thee middle, during and on the right, after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mani says give him 6 months and he'll have packs too... I plan to make mine more obvious by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG65RIJjoI/AAAAAAAAA3k/mUs5RBc5bs4/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG65RIJjoI/AAAAAAAAA3k/mUs5RBc5bs4/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494878513381609090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has to be one of the most awesome-est pictures of the trip. He has this model/porn star look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG641m32WI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IHVyJU7u7cY/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG641m32WI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IHVyJU7u7cY/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494878505994279266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All you can eat buffet and the food was *MOUTH WATERING!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG64p44-hI/AAAAAAAAA3U/UUvpQqs0RHE/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG64p44-hI/AAAAAAAAA3U/UUvpQqs0RHE/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494878502848625170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG64eAqAbI/AAAAAAAAA3M/-4wMP3Um5lE/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG64eAqAbI/AAAAAAAAA3M/-4wMP3Um5lE/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494878499659973042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can't be called a Sunset Cruise with out a sunset right? Well on that day there wasn't much of a sunset either but the lighting and the scenery was to die for. Thank dog for my awesome photography skill that kills and makes you spill near the window sill that I just drilled... lame I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG64FVnatI/AAAAAAAAA3E/w4peVnWRAVc/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG64FVnatI/AAAAAAAAA3E/w4peVnWRAVc/s400/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494878493036997330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG5Pkx4XjI/AAAAAAAAA20/BROKqMzAJ8Y/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;THAT PRETTY MUCH CONCLUDES PART 1 OF LANGGA FREAKING WHEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But For Part 1 These Are The Pictures Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEH3uUpD7zI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xaDRFqaRWXE/s1600/34161_409143541835_703606835_5015896_1636169_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEH3uUpD7zI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xaDRFqaRWXE/s400/34161_409143541835_703606835_5015896_1636169_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494945395555692338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG5O3wD29I/AAAAAAAAA2c/rzhWlDd68_c/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEH3vEYZcYI/AAAAAAAAA50/qBSjfJGHNbY/s1600/35875_408743811835_703606835_5001983_5848294_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEH3vEYZcYI/AAAAAAAAA50/qBSjfJGHNbY/s400/35875_408743811835_703606835_5001983_5848294_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494945408370700674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEH3uhgzkWI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Nf3CXn_MmCE/s1600/35875_408743806835_703606835_5001982_7025138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEH3uhgzkWI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Nf3CXn_MmCE/s400/35875_408743806835_703606835_5001982_7025138_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494945399010726242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what would we do without Frans, I sure as hell know I miss him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON ANOTHER NOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Conversation With Derek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;| Steve | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[i]J w e n .[/i] [c=4]BLEH.[/c] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;| Steve | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;lets hav a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[i]J w e n .[/i] [c=4]BLEH.[/c] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;let's have ten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;| Steve | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;boy girl boy girl boy girl boy girl boy girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;in tht order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[i]J w e n .[/i] [c=4]BLEH.[/c] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;no we should have girl boy boy girl boy then girl girl then boy girl boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;| Steve | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;that works too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;f you've seen these pictures somewhere&lt;br /&gt; else rather than my or Remon's Facebook account&lt;br /&gt;please do inform us, as you know copying pictures without ones notification is no nice,&lt;br /&gt;stealing is not nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-553163429012738797?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/553163429012738797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-came-from-langkawi-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/553163429012738797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/553163429012738797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-came-from-langkawi-part-1.html' title='It Came From Langkawi Part 1'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TEG9RR4UK-I/AAAAAAAAA5c/i5w1jXpmU38/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-1209760971681364147</id><published>2010-07-10T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:17:36.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>He's Gone</title><content type='html'>There He Goes,&lt;br /&gt;They Had An Outing&lt;br /&gt;That I Wasn't Invited For&lt;br /&gt;The Typical Thing To Do&lt;br /&gt;He's My Friend Too&lt;br /&gt;My First Ever Friend&lt;br /&gt;We Were First&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;Acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Was Punchline&lt;br /&gt;For Their Jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Was I?&lt;br /&gt;Why Wasn't I Called?&lt;br /&gt;This Really Hurts&lt;br /&gt;Not Too Sure&lt;br /&gt;When I'd Be Seeing Him Again&lt;br /&gt;Beginning To Hate Them More&lt;br /&gt;I've Been Erased&lt;br /&gt;I'm Nothing But Dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother trying to figure out....&lt;br /&gt;Fuck them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-1209760971681364147?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1209760971681364147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/hes-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1209760971681364147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1209760971681364147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/hes-gone.html' title='He&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-1134260075270944694</id><published>2010-07-10T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:11:33.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Up Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Paula The Octopussy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously This octopussy is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TDdTCbh32MI/AAAAAAAAA2U/k6BCSs7z0Ds/s1600/durgahee.uk.octopus.power.cnn.640x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TDdTCbh32MI/AAAAAAAAA2U/k6BCSs7z0Ds/s400/durgahee.uk.octopus.power.cnn.640x360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491949571816282306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you people believe soo much about it predicting games, might as well not have the finals right? Might as well just GIVE the damn cup to Spain now huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you Spain supporters would want huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, don't let an octopussy decide the game, let the game decide itself. It's all mind games. By doing so you are just getting into the heads of your opponents. So much for fair play huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm not gonna write how I want to eat deep fried octopussy or anything. But what I've realised from 3 videos; Holland vs Spain, Uruguay vs Germany and Germany vs Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That damn octopussy keeps going to the right. Could there be match fixing involved somehow? I sure as hell hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HUP HOLLAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really tired. I just want to sleep for like the whole day if possible, work and going out it's just torture. Can't wait for college to start. I want college drama back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current songs that are stuck in my head... its soo nice it's annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUVCQXMUVnI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUVCQXMUVnI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SHTT__uvD2E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SHTT__uvD2E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWjrMTWXH28&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWjrMTWXH28&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Three Effin Years... That Long, I Need To Open My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-1134260075270944694?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1134260075270944694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/paula-octopussy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1134260075270944694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1134260075270944694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/paula-octopussy.html' title='Paula The Octopussy'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TDdTCbh32MI/AAAAAAAAA2U/k6BCSs7z0Ds/s72-c/durgahee.uk.octopus.power.cnn.640x360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7177170255348481354</id><published>2010-07-08T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:23:19.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>OMG THIS BLOG ISN'T DEAD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TDSpVvOeH1I/AAAAAAAAA2M/WjPlOIaSySk/s1600/28278_408732436835_703606835_5001354_2686471_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TDSpUmSw2EI/AAAAAAAAA2E/z9lvCPa3LbY/s1600/20867_461450103078_51212153078_6288501_4480872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TDSpUmSw2EI/AAAAAAAAA2E/z9lvCPa3LbY/s400/20867_461450103078_51212153078_6288501_4480872_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491200017013200962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I haven't updated in like a million years. I realised. And I'm sorry, Bubu, I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With industrial training over and done with I've been "busy" (playing Heatseeker, futsal etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhu what has happened over these few weeks? The MonkeyGirl a.k.a. the sister is back. Thats the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good? I've got the keys of the Monster a.k.a. Volvo 740 GLT (Grand Luxury &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TURBO&lt;/span&gt;) and trust me I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Langkawi and well.... I really need to blog about that... maybe one or three posts JUST on that. Anywhoots, will upload them pics tomorrow promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TDSpVvOeH1I/AAAAAAAAA2M/WjPlOIaSySk/s1600/28278_408732436835_703606835_5001354_2686471_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TDSpVvOeH1I/AAAAAAAAA2M/WjPlOIaSySk/s400/28278_408732436835_703606835_5001354_2686471_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491200036590985042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a sneek peek on whats to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7177170255348481354?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7177170255348481354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-this-blog-isnt-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7177170255348481354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7177170255348481354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-this-blog-isnt-dead.html' title='OMG THIS BLOG ISN&apos;T DEAD!!'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TDSpUmSw2EI/AAAAAAAAA2E/z9lvCPa3LbY/s72-c/20867_461450103078_51212153078_6288501_4480872_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-6586820215047229783</id><published>2010-07-07T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T01:06:33.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will Be Updating As Soon As I Can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-6586820215047229783?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6586820215047229783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/kill-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6586820215047229783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6586820215047229783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/kill-me.html' title='Kill Me'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3653170035221365103</id><published>2010-06-24T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:05:56.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><title type='text'>Lazy, Bored</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, I'm just way to lazy to update these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Industrial Training is over, Langkawi is drawing closer, my sister is coming back soon, I've made a new comic, my mp3 player died and as soon as my sister comes back, I'll be driving the Volvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TCLkkNbjDuI/AAAAAAAAA18/QFRMuNL8S0s/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TCLkkNbjDuI/AAAAAAAAA18/QFRMuNL8S0s/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486198606822313698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So on my last day of work. I was literally counting the hours down and waiting till the moment and days where I don't have to wake up and straight looking at my watch to see if I overslept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends in the kitchen were counting down too. They were waiting for 10pm so I finish my shift and be free to be showered. The video is on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=6325086&amp;amp;id=704471264#%21/video/video.php?v=403420664260"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did get showered and that too with eggs, flour, spices and what not. The kitchen's secret recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty upset with it being my last day there and all but then again will be seeing the monkeys again when I do part time. Yes, I plan to work on weekends to generate some extra income so I don't always have to rely on my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the same day as my last day my MP3 player, yes, the detonator looking one, died. Pretty darn pissed off as it was my baby. ERGH!! 4 bloody years with it and it finally dies. That too before Langkawi. Looks like it's not meant to go to Langkawi again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just ridiculously bored. I have absolutely nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3653170035221365103?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3653170035221365103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/lazy-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3653170035221365103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3653170035221365103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/lazy-bored.html' title='Lazy, Bored'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TCLkkNbjDuI/AAAAAAAAA18/QFRMuNL8S0s/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-5905571900665889842</id><published>2010-06-17T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:35:00.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>The Cup That Brings Us Together</title><content type='html'>People always say that sports brings everyone closer. I didn't believe that till recently, when The World Cup started. I'm routing for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORANJE&lt;/span&gt; this year and seriously I think they have what it takes for The World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I was saying, it was a Monday, if I'm not mistaken and it's Hollands opening match with Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two teams with good stats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                       Holland                                          Denmark&lt;br /&gt;         Have Been On A Winning                   Haven't Lost Their&lt;br /&gt;                        Streak                                    Opening Match Since&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   1938&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denmark scored a goal, but just not for them. The first EVER own goal in the history of the tournament if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up winning the game 2-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is time to kick some Blue Samurai Butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TBlrDc6zV7I/AAAAAAAAA10/hDLuWaEk0I8/s1600/nike_van+navin_ned-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TBlrDc6zV7I/AAAAAAAAA10/hDLuWaEk0I8/s400/nike_van+navin_ned-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483531728346896306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was working during the game but the excitement and anxiousness during the game was really intense. I seriously think everyone working or dining at Chilli's was somehow routing for Holland. When the attack which led up to the second goal hit the bar everyone was screaming like they lost something precious, when Dirk Kuyt put it in, the place went wild. Customers &amp;amp; Servers were one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I didn't want to update, it's just when I'm about to update I have absolutely nothing to write about. Sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training is about to come to an end and Langkawi is 9 days away. It's now single digits baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Who Are You Routing For?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-5905571900665889842?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5905571900665889842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/cup-that-brings-us-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5905571900665889842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5905571900665889842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/cup-that-brings-us-together.html' title='The Cup That Brings Us Together'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TBlrDc6zV7I/AAAAAAAAA10/hDLuWaEk0I8/s72-c/nike_van+navin_ned-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-6094366992379215984</id><published>2010-06-10T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:24:39.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Dangling Hope?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TA_bqCq74-I/AAAAAAAAA1s/ju2xW_L_jyY/s1600/confused-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TA_bqCq74-I/AAAAAAAAA1s/ju2xW_L_jyY/s400/confused-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480840786851128290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said, there is always that tad bit of hope dangling over my head. And the question is, should I take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could talk to someone bout it. Preferably a girl who can give some good advice. Yes... I'm still not over her =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Prince Of Persia was good... will update more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-6094366992379215984?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6094366992379215984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/dangling-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6094366992379215984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6094366992379215984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/dangling-hope.html' title='Dangling Hope?'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TA_bqCq74-I/AAAAAAAAA1s/ju2xW_L_jyY/s72-c/confused-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-5954615154628763317</id><published>2010-06-07T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:50:49.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Old Friend</title><content type='html'>Two days ago I had a rather peculiar dream. And lately my dreams are getting very peculiar. Anyhu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that my National Service friend, Dzar, came to Bangsar. It was an odd dream and very random especially since I haven't seen or spoken to him since National Service. God knows how I  lost contact with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-5954615154628763317?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5954615154628763317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5954615154628763317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5954615154628763317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-friend.html' title='Old Friend'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2933302546509975158</id><published>2010-06-05T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T12:32:45.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>The Mysterious OI GiLLIAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TAnTLluuNcI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7IuRl6D1t00/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo2..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TAnTLluuNcI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7IuRl6D1t00/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo2..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479142617733019074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CLICK TO ENLARGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2933302546509975158?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2933302546509975158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/mysterious-oi-gillian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2933302546509975158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2933302546509975158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/mysterious-oi-gillian.html' title='The Mysterious OI GiLLIAN!'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TAnTLluuNcI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7IuRl6D1t00/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo2..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2705893218813579015</id><published>2010-06-05T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:55:36.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Love Will Come Your Way One Of These Days</title><content type='html'>Estimate Another 16 or 15 days to go. Why? Coz we're given 2 days annual leave and 3 replacement public holidays that makes a total of 5 days and add a day off a week makes it 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're actually supposed to finish on the 26th but if the leave application goes my way then I finish on the 20th of June. Giving me a whole one week before Langkawi and a chance to salvage my social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already planned on doing part time after Langkawi. Means of extra pocket money. That way I dont need to bug my parents to stuff that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I've bought a pair of Sonic Gear headphones for RM65 and DAMN! If I can't get those Limited Edition Skullcandy Snoop Dogg Headphones then this will just have to do. Next target is that headphones. Freaking RM300 bucks. I've tried Skullcandy before and the quality is out of the world. And the designs is freaking trippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways was bored just now and was just profile hopping on Facebook and came up with the conclusion that it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idiots With The Girls&lt;/span&gt; what's wrong with girls these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2705893218813579015?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2705893218813579015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-will-come-your-way-one-of-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2705893218813579015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2705893218813579015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-will-come-your-way-one-of-these.html' title='Love Will Come Your Way One Of These Days'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3165860371060863147</id><published>2010-06-05T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:39:04.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Shout Outs'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TAnFTV-N05I/AAAAAAAAA1c/PCtHQleeJIA/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TAnFTV-N05I/AAAAAAAAA1c/PCtHQleeJIA/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479127357779202962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3165860371060863147?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3165860371060863147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3165860371060863147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3165860371060863147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TAnFTV-N05I/AAAAAAAAA1c/PCtHQleeJIA/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-5515353316884129267</id><published>2010-05-31T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:28:30.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Can You Feel A Little Love Tonight?</title><content type='html'>This Song Brings Back Alot Of Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzYfGB2p0uI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzYfGB2p0uI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And There Is This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VawkLa_qRrs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VawkLa_qRrs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-5515353316884129267?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5515353316884129267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-you-feel-little-love-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5515353316884129267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5515353316884129267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-you-feel-little-love-tonight.html' title='Can You Feel A Little Love Tonight?'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-9130240880334191993</id><published>2010-05-30T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:41:10.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TAFRhnXqdgI/AAAAAAAAA1U/8mWtoePviYw/s1600/never_enough_fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TAFRhnXqdgI/AAAAAAAAA1U/8mWtoePviYw/s400/never_enough_fullsize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476748259805001218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is It Ever Gonna Be Enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-9130240880334191993?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9130240880334191993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/9130240880334191993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/9130240880334191993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/TAFRhnXqdgI/AAAAAAAAA1U/8mWtoePviYw/s72-c/never_enough_fullsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3721319303873218564</id><published>2010-05-29T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T01:30:59.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRON FREAKING BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/SyoA4LXQco4/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyoA4LXQco4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyoA4LXQco4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3721319303873218564?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3721319303873218564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/iron-freaking-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3721319303873218564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3721319303873218564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/iron-freaking-baby.html' title='IRON FREAKING BABY'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2727247765814205426</id><published>2010-05-29T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T01:24:39.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>WHAT THE FLOWER!!</title><content type='html'>By far the most  commonly used word in the kitchen. I was put in kitchen for 3 days this week. First day doing Salads and Nachos and the next two days doing Flatop. In English means doing burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience in the kitchen is beyond explanation, the kitchen staff at night is all guys because Chilli's dont allow girls to work after 10pm. So these guys all welcomed me like I've been working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day in the kitchen I was quiet but after that, all hell broke loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Amir, one of the 5 outlet's managers ajaked me to come lepak with them after work, which was 1am. I was like okay. Mamaked till about 4am and got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir told me that the Chilli's staff play futsal once in awhile and I've been invited for the next outing. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch a movie with the colleagues tomorrow, PRINCE OF FLOWERING PERSIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really busy mainly because it was Wesak Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Lounge and I had this one table. 3 girls. First thing one of them asked me when they sat down was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;May I Please Have The Comment Card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained that we dont do that anymore and use an online system. So while serving them I noticed one of them looking at me. If a customer looks at you, it usually means they want something so I went up and asked her if there was anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She politely said no and started to giggle. Some reason I felt like a mixture of an idiot and embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later one of them wanted to ask me a "personal" question, my age. I told her and she nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they paid and left. 20 minutes later Layla, one of the other managers,  comes and tell me that those girls called up and complimented on my service and attentiveness. Layla was shocked and so was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit regretful I Feel... One of them was really cute, the one who asked my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY AFTER THEY LEFT I THOUGHT OF A PICK UP LINE!! FML!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pick up line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Can I ask you a personal question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Err... sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19? Can I ask you a personal question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can I have your phone number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Her,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the flower la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2727247765814205426?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2727247765814205426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-flower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2727247765814205426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2727247765814205426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-flower.html' title='WHAT THE FLOWER!!'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3082888345516685363</id><published>2010-05-27T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T02:18:31.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Oldtimers &amp; Quasadillas</title><content type='html'>Can't update yet due to exhaustion... Working 5pm to 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home, will blog tomorrow or today or more specific, in about another 11 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent updated due to the modem going KABOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3082888345516685363?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3082888345516685363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/oldtimers-quasadillas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3082888345516685363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3082888345516685363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/oldtimers-quasadillas.html' title='Oldtimers &amp; Quasadillas'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7033704627786352147</id><published>2010-05-19T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:57:52.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Life Is Easier Said Than Done</title><content type='html'>Lots of drama at work and I'm neutral in the main one. I feel both sides are at fault but who cares for my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in the F&amp;amp;B line made me appreciate waiters a whole lot more. They have one of the few jobs that requires alot of thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli's policy says that customers cant share a bottomless drink. It's one drink to one person. It even clearly stated at the beverages part of the menu. Yet, people still stubbornly share drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly hate dealing with teenagers, people my age and slightly older. Why? because they REALLY treat waiters like crap. Where else older customers and familial customers are 98% great people. People you can talk to and joke around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the relevance of the both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I got a big pax table. Full of people around my age and lala. Yes, lala. Not to be racist or anything, I dont give double standard to ANYONE but lala teenagers are the ones I really don't like serving. They give the LEAST respect and so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they sit and they order. 7 pax, 7 separate meals but only 3 drinks. 3 milo's to be frank. If we suspect a customer is sharing drinks we inform the Floor Manager, on that day was Mr. Sharom, he told me to keep an eye out and if they still share inform him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough they did and I informed Mr. Sharom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes over and informs them, one of the guest gets pissed and stands up, I hear him saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Only Milo, What Is So Wrong About Sharing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of getting grilled by them, Mr. Sharom kept a cool head. He told them what needed to be told then he left. 5 minutes later they leave to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow felt guilty for putting Mr. Sharom in that position but there was something to be learned there for all hospitality students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Stay Calm, Dont Raise Your Voice, Don't Seem Threatening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can say I've learned quite abit from the managers. Mr. Amir is my favorite, serious as he maybe he know when it is time for jokes. On Saturday he passed me a plate of Buffalo Burger Bites during my break and told me to eat with Frans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words that he said to me just stayed on to me. Might not mean much to you guys but it meant quite a bit to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't Matter About Race, Colour, Attitude And Whatever Else, Treat All Of Them Like Family, If Were Being An Asshole Before They'd Regret It Coz It Didn't Work On You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hafeez also gave some words of wisdom. But I guess I've been following it for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stand Out Make Em Notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I Had Friends LiKe Hafeez And Amir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7033704627786352147?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7033704627786352147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-is-easier-said-than-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7033704627786352147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7033704627786352147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-is-easier-said-than-done.html' title='Life Is Easier Said Than Done'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7424537266925870691</id><published>2010-05-19T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:10:56.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It Aint My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PINEAPPLE CURRY AIN'T MY FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nuff said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7424537266925870691?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7424537266925870691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-aint-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7424537266925870691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7424537266925870691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-aint-my-friend.html' title='It Aint My Friend'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3262598791565240008</id><published>2010-05-18T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:41:17.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Shout Outs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Change Of Heart?</title><content type='html'>From what I can see everyone seems to be one way or another starting to enjoy their training. Reading Remon's blog after quite awhile, keep laughing at all the nonsense that goes around with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Chilli's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was working inside and Frans was at the patio. Layla, one of the managers comes to me and says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, Frans looks like that superhero.... that Japanese one...&lt;br /&gt;Ultraman?&lt;br /&gt;YESSSS ULTRAMAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she walked off, he looked at me and I did that ultraman pose. He replied with some indian dance and dancing around an imaginary tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoying work and seriously am planning to do part time after training to make some extra income&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hav 3 birthday's to talk about today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMBER 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hariish Vera aapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S_H9LvJAM0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/uVE-yPRy8KI/s1600/19477_248661686196_595646196_4190996_5550102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S_H9LvJAM0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/uVE-yPRy8KI/s400/19477_248661686196_595646196_4190996_5550102_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472433400306479938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday bastard... it will be good to see your godforsaken ugly face later =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMBER 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Boy a.k.a. The Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S_H9MHISyBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/lbXXvNaYYfA/s1600/19472_277579360641_670835641_3436411_3530171_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S_H9MHISyBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/lbXXvNaYYfA/s400/19472_277579360641_670835641_3436411_3530171_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472433406745954322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOOK AT MY FACE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMBER 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dude sorry i couldnt find a picture of both of us together. Haha have to hang out with you again and maybe make a new album huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleee.... like as if i know him only. I was lazy to get a picture of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3262598791565240008?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3262598791565240008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/change-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3262598791565240008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3262598791565240008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/change-of-heart.html' title='Change Of Heart?'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S_H9LvJAM0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/uVE-yPRy8KI/s72-c/19477_248661686196_595646196_4190996_5550102_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3510023847064624431</id><published>2010-05-15T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:46:30.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>LEGO WARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z0z_TU4Gw5o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z0z_TU4Gw5o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Good Shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3510023847064624431?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3510023847064624431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/lego-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3510023847064624431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3510023847064624431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/lego-wars.html' title='LEGO WARS'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3067377547295180542</id><published>2010-05-13T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:23:09.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Feeling Good =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-vuQha1YbI/AAAAAAAAA00/gBLge1vVLAY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-vuQha1YbI/AAAAAAAAA00/gBLge1vVLAY/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470728139987837362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Medication Makes Me Feel Like This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-vumFKmhbI/AAAAAAAAA08/4VpF9RJkbTU/s1600/fish-cant-smell.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-vumFKmhbI/AAAAAAAAA08/4VpF9RJkbTU/s400/fish-cant-smell.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470728510360683954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3067377547295180542?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3067377547295180542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-good-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3067377547295180542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3067377547295180542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-good-d.html' title='Feeling Good =D'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-vuQha1YbI/AAAAAAAAA00/gBLge1vVLAY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3555336463215882648</id><published>2010-05-12T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:14:11.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Wei You Ar!</title><content type='html'>You are seriously pissing me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant breath, i can't smile, i can't think coz of you. You are nothing but a big pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just get lost. Go die and burn in hell PUHLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About now you'd be asking "Who the fuck is he talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sinus Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-rSceU1HZI/AAAAAAAAA0s/FAyAMqcLjjA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-rSceU1HZI/AAAAAAAAA0s/FAyAMqcLjjA/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470416084013489554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's how I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3555336463215882648?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3555336463215882648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/wei-you-ar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3555336463215882648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3555336463215882648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/wei-you-ar.html' title='Wei You Ar!'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-rSceU1HZI/AAAAAAAAA0s/FAyAMqcLjjA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-5489834226652113033</id><published>2010-05-11T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:52:29.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Sick Bastard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Really Feel Like Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-luB3pd0-I/AAAAAAAAA0k/wPjUBUpx8dQ/s1600/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-luB3pd0-I/AAAAAAAAA0k/wPjUBUpx8dQ/s400/sick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470024200814973922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am what I am in the back of beyond&lt;br /&gt;The man with a fork in a world of soup&lt;br /&gt;Baby all this time you played me for a fool&lt;br /&gt;But now I know what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna kick you out and let the sunshine in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick you out and let the sunshine in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-5489834226652113033?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5489834226652113033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/sick-bastard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5489834226652113033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5489834226652113033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/sick-bastard.html' title='Sick Bastard'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-luB3pd0-I/AAAAAAAAA0k/wPjUBUpx8dQ/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3125523638784365103</id><published>2010-05-11T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:55:16.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Phlegm</title><content type='html'>I've been sick for the past few days and it's really killing me. First the sore throat, cough and phlegm. Then feeling really weak. Now just really bad sinus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that we end up finding someone along the way. Someone to be with and to share your experiences. Frankly I can never see myself in that position. Who can actually put up with my antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narcissist, Talkative and talk at the wrong times, Shoot first ask questions later, My needs first, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-lTmNkglGI/AAAAAAAAA0c/xjc39rJ8T0A/s1600/Confused___by_Mushy_Pea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-lTmNkglGI/AAAAAAAAA0c/xjc39rJ8T0A/s400/Confused___by_Mushy_Pea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469995138361103458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random Thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3125523638784365103?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3125523638784365103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/phlegm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3125523638784365103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3125523638784365103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/phlegm.html' title='Phlegm'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-lTmNkglGI/AAAAAAAAA0c/xjc39rJ8T0A/s72-c/Confused___by_Mushy_Pea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2414675868213399305</id><published>2010-05-11T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:38:31.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're Happy&lt;br /&gt;You're Sad&lt;br /&gt;You're Angry&lt;br /&gt;You Want To Talk&lt;br /&gt;You Ignore Me&lt;br /&gt;I'm Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-lPbK762gI/AAAAAAAAA0U/P-g-f50V9Bg/s1600/confused-baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-lPbK762gI/AAAAAAAAA0U/P-g-f50V9Bg/s400/confused-baby.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469990550628915714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2414675868213399305?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2414675868213399305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2414675868213399305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2414675868213399305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-lPbK762gI/AAAAAAAAA0U/P-g-f50V9Bg/s72-c/confused-baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-4734528234012726951</id><published>2010-05-10T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:41:59.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Let's Go Zero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;48/47 Days To Go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-4734528234012726951?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4734528234012726951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-go-zero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4734528234012726951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4734528234012726951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-go-zero.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Zero!'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-4223886066017084799</id><published>2010-05-09T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:17:00.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>He Pays The Bills And Don't You Be No Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-YxKgGUEEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/CDcxp5YGHI8/s1600/800px-Flag_of_Sweden.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-YxKgGUEEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/CDcxp5YGHI8/s400/800px-Flag_of_Sweden.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469112853972914242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh Sweden, they've given us soo much and ask for soo little. Heck they were a neutral country for both world war one and world war two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They've given us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-YxzeB3HcI/AAAAAAAAAzs/JokZRxn37gE/s1600/300px-JAS_Gripen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-YxzeB3HcI/AAAAAAAAAzs/JokZRxn37gE/s400/300px-JAS_Gripen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469113557792005570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The SAAB JAS GRIPEN* (*Griffin In Swedish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you read right.. SAAB, as in SAAB the car company. Multirole and one of the most maneuverable planes up there with the F/A-22 Raptor &amp;amp; Typhoon&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-YxhO9U6TI/AAAAAAAAAzk/zdCkohr5oao/s1600/used-1994-volvo-850-turbo-3819-823645-1-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-YxhO9U6TI/AAAAAAAAAzk/zdCkohr5oao/s400/used-1994-volvo-850-turbo-3819-823645-1-640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469113244508809522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;VOLVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say "Safest Car In The World?" You gotta love them they are fast, safe and mean looking. Personal favourite is the 850 GLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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 style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Caesar Palaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-YsXKCI63I/AAAAAAAAAzE/O76KmrbtXEU/s1600/800px-Cezary2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-YsXKCI63I/AAAAAAAAAzE/O76KmrbtXEU/s400/800px-Cezary2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469107573829987186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta Love Them Swedish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to them since 2004 but only lately dug in deeper and looked for their other songs other than "Jerk It Out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all famous "Jerk It Out", how can we forget it? It was their most famous song and featured in FIFA 2004. Therefore every guy with a PC, PlayStation 2 and any other console that can support that game and loves football must have heard that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after finding a few of their albums and listening to them, these are the best songs which I think they've come up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/27uI_GfFKt4/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/27uI_GfFKt4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/27uI_GfFKt4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/tkyERgtaVJU/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkyERgtaVJU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkyERgtaVJU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/4B1ZQcbSvdU/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4B1ZQcbSvdU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4B1ZQcbSvdU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-4223886066017084799?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4223886066017084799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-pays-bills-and-dont-you-be-no-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4223886066017084799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4223886066017084799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-pays-bills-and-dont-you-be-no-fool.html' title='He Pays The Bills And Don&apos;t You Be No Fool'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-YxKgGUEEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/CDcxp5YGHI8/s72-c/800px-Flag_of_Sweden.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-4489168270904856379</id><published>2010-05-09T12:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T12:46:41.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm Feeling Picture-ry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-Y70FCtKtI/AAAAAAAAA0M/sBxQR5d8V7c/s1600/29174_1452459310285_1197344278_31294730_2567389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-Y70FCtKtI/AAAAAAAAA0M/sBxQR5d8V7c/s400/29174_1452459310285_1197344278_31294730_2567389_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469124563380808402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-Y7znMHNWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/A_lskDoO_7I/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-Y7znMHNWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/A_lskDoO_7I/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469124555367200098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK TO ENLARGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-Y5iMTEPOI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ereRLQom27U/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-Y5iMTEPOI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ereRLQom27U/s400/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469122057067576546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats A Guy By The Way... The First Highlighted One&lt;br /&gt;CLICK TO ENLARGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-Y1saOUYVI/AAAAAAAAAz0/erqlRH1YwQg/s1600/remember-who-will-choose-your-nursing-home.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-Y1saOUYVI/AAAAAAAAAz0/erqlRH1YwQg/s400/remember-who-will-choose-your-nursing-home.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469117834557940050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY MUMS DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-4489168270904856379?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4489168270904856379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-feeling-picture-ry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4489168270904856379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4489168270904856379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-feeling-picture-ry.html' title='I&apos;m Feeling Picture-ry'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S-Y70FCtKtI/AAAAAAAAA0M/sBxQR5d8V7c/s72-c/29174_1452459310285_1197344278_31294730_2567389_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-1090739542887135453</id><published>2010-05-04T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:39:40.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fight The Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Up Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Current Racial Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball - Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Football - Malay&lt;br /&gt;Cricket - Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really cool about racism in sports because it builds character but after today, it just really ticked me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is race such a big thing?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it just because the guy in your team has a darker skin colour you cant pass to him?&lt;br /&gt;Why must you speak a different language than that one person who doesn't understand it?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we play racist basketball in the park but it's among friends and its like okay because we don't mean harm. We don't mean what we say and it aint harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got called today for Taylors basketball team selection. I was really excited, so much so that I ended up not eating lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the court and well this was the situation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 people&lt;br /&gt;25 are chinese&lt;br /&gt;4 are africans&lt;br /&gt;1 is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach felt ALL of us understood mandarin and spoke in mandarin the WHOLE time. Only when he wanted something done he'd talk to us in English. Don't we deserve to understand what you say too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it gave the impression that he already made his pick for the team and it was all Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during game, the only time i touched the ball was on rebound, they felt I wasn't worth the pass even though I was wide open. I fought for the ball with what I thought was the opponent and found out my own teammate was trying to take it from me. That is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you really dont want me to play then just say so. Don't treat me like an animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel the way I was treated was unfair, the african guys got the ball everytime they asked for it. My shouts went to deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for playing for college huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I offended anyone with this racial post I'm truly sorry but I'm pretty upset with what happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-1090739542887135453?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1090739542887135453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/current-racial-issue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1090739542887135453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1090739542887135453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/current-racial-issue.html' title='Current Racial Issue'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-4775843370117040708</id><published>2010-05-04T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:28:10.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>Can I Get Some Mustard Please?!</title><content type='html'>I burned my finger while serving a guest. I was serving the fajitas which comes in black frying pan with a wooden under liner. My pinky slipped or something and had to leave it there or I risk dropping the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was burning like hell, a colleague, I cant remember her name told me to dip it in mustard. I thought I was deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSTARD CAN EASE THE BURN PAIN!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-4775843370117040708?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4775843370117040708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-i-get-some-mustard-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4775843370117040708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4775843370117040708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-i-get-some-mustard-please.html' title='Can I Get Some Mustard Please?!'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-5367654623046677887</id><published>2010-05-03T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:10:30.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dre1321l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dre1321l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grow Up And Stop Being Such A Big Baby... World Doesn't Revolve Around You Asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That was dedicated to me by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-5367654623046677887?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5367654623046677887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5367654623046677887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/5367654623046677887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/grow-up.html' title='Grow Up'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2157366116775589145</id><published>2010-05-02T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:41:54.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Kafka Would Be Proud</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously like counting everyday till training is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that training sucks or anything. I actually enjoy working at Chilli's. That's coz Frans is there. That and 5 other people from Taylor's. It's fun seriously, time flies; you go in at 9am and next thing you know its 2.30pm and time for break. After break chill out and its 5pm... GO HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking back to the car today and I decided to go through Gardens instead of around it as I thought it was faster. So as was about to go out of Gardens I see this little girl about 3 years old struggling to open the big door. I helped her open the door and she looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she'd smile and run looking for her mum but instead she turns the other way away from the door and runs to her mum. I just couldn't help but laugh out loud. I looked like a lunatic. I don't look I AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sayang my guitar more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 Days To Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2157366116775589145?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2157366116775589145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/kafka-would-be-proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2157366116775589145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2157366116775589145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/kafka-would-be-proud.html' title='Kafka Would Be Proud'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-8546781713018733579</id><published>2010-04-26T03:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T03:20:13.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Up Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>The Gamble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people stupid enough to take their own life to prove they love someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it people are fucked up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I can gather these people do it to prove a point, a point such as they love someone soo much that they are willing to give their life to be with that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on idiot, let's think about that first. What do you get out of killing yourself over some girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What The Love Struck Fool Would Think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. I'll make that person regret not loving me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Make everyone feel sorry for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. Haunt her/him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. By doing so people will remember you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You get the idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What I Think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. You're an idiot to kill yourself for someone who doesnt think you are good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. You're an idiot for the pain and suffering you "happily" give you family and especially your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3. You're an idiot for thinking people will remember forever, a year or two and most people would have forgotten you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4. You're an idiot for trying to get sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5. You're an idiot for thinking you can haunt someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come one get real, there is about 6 billion people in the world. Just because one girl doesn't like you doesn't mean it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing you can do is after realizing that you and him/her aren't made to be you just stay at home and emo. Let it out, talk to friends you can trust you'll feel a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to learn that the hard way. My issue is always about trust and who I trust and shit like that. It's safe to say, I trust more people now days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Please Think About Your Parents Before You Think About The Gamble, Don't Let Them Down, Don't Let Yourself Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone needs someone to talk to I'm just a phone call away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-8546781713018733579?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8546781713018733579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/gamble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8546781713018733579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8546781713018733579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/gamble.html' title='The Gamble'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-7439354928329795200</id><published>2010-04-24T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:37:33.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><title type='text'>It Has Happened *Sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Has Really Happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;| NK | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; mcm mana?&lt;br /&gt; dude&lt;br /&gt; i love alexis too&lt;br /&gt; but wht can we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Francis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've decided&lt;br /&gt; to quit&lt;br /&gt; taylor's&lt;br /&gt; and&lt;br /&gt; quit diploma&lt;br /&gt; i'm gonna stick to alexis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;| NK |  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; wtf&lt;br /&gt; dude&lt;br /&gt; tell me ur joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i love that place man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;| NK | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DUDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;| NK | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you okay ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i dont know how to explain&lt;br /&gt; but&lt;br /&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt; i've decided to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;| NK | says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; wait&lt;br /&gt; lemme get this straight&lt;br /&gt; ur quiiting college coz u love alexis&lt;br /&gt; and plan to work there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Francis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt; i've decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frans Fiscal Has Left Us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-7439354928329795200?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7439354928329795200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-happened-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7439354928329795200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/7439354928329795200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-happened-sigh.html' title='It Has Happened *Sigh*'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-306399534798976640</id><published>2010-04-23T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:24:02.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>He Can Only Fool Himself For So Long</title><content type='html'>Shit I need more sleep, my schedule is as follows since Monday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00a.m. - Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;12.15p.m. - Walk To Alexis&lt;br /&gt;9.30p.m. - Shower &amp;amp; Computer&lt;br /&gt;1.00a.m. - Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my cycle for awhile. Next week I'll be on the morning shift so I guess I need to sleep earlier. But the week after that I'll be on night shift which means closing up the restaurant at 1 or 2 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is considered over, another 4 more weeks at Alexis. I didn't mention, I'll be doing another 5 more weeks of training somewhere else because Alexis doesn't allow interns to do kitchen because they are afraid we'll "ruin" the food. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Frans and I will be doing the other 5 weeks of training somewhere else. I'm just looking forward to after training, the college gang plans to go to Langkawi. My second time in less than a year. I'm not complaining it would be just what we need. A paradise in more ways than one if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to how to live his life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He can't be told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Says he's got it all under control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thinks he knows it's not a problem he's stuck with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But in reality, it'd be a problem to just quit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An addict and he can't hold the reigns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The pain is worse 'cause his friends have it the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tries to slow down the problem he's got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But can't get off the carousel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Until he makes it stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He can only fool himself for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-306399534798976640?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/306399534798976640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-can-only-fool-himself-for-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/306399534798976640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/306399534798976640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-can-only-fool-himself-for-so-long.html' title='He Can Only Fool Himself For So Long'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-4215489323980482522</id><published>2010-04-21T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:41:29.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Black Plastic</title><content type='html'>If you ever wondered what my titles mean, its usually random words I hear in lyrics as I'm blogging, music goes well with blogging. Heck music goes well with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of work and I've met my manager, Jaz. Average height, well built man and somehow looks scary. But then again, somehow he reminds me of well... me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how but he just does. I think I got the hang of things there and I don't feel as tired as I did on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short one =) I'm starting to enjoy work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-4215489323980482522?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4215489323980482522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/black-plastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4215489323980482522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4215489323980482522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/black-plastic.html' title='Black Plastic'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-6517443629877829677</id><published>2010-04-20T01:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:37:03.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mr. Mayukh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Random Notes I Forgot To Write About:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. I gave &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr. Mayukh&lt;/span&gt; a ride to college&lt;br /&gt;2. I served a guy that looks like an older version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I counted a total of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7 chicks &lt;/span&gt;in Alexis... All without male companions&lt;br /&gt;4. It was sweet of&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Sook &amp;amp; Filza&lt;/span&gt; to say hello to me at work&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't think I can do this for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 50% stopped thinking bout &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, the other 50% keeps asking me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-6517443629877829677?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6517443629877829677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/mr-mayukh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6517443629877829677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6517443629877829677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/mr-mayukh.html' title='Mr. Mayukh'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-752097986676420654</id><published>2010-04-20T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:29:17.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Industrial Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>What Usually Hurts Is Good For You</title><content type='html'>I started training today like everyone else. Alexis Bangsar is the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day nothing much, quite boring because I haven't got my own ID for the POS (or whatever you call it) so I have to "observe" everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people? There's Kabir the bartender, he may look like in his late twenties but acts childish, he keeps me entertained during the boring periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliz, the supervisor, she's cool, she showed me around and told me what to do and how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin, she's got to be about around my age I guess, she helped me out when Eliz wasnt around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ, he's somewhat moody and I keep my distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yusuf, he's cool someone you'd talk to once in awhile I guess, I have no common interest with him so its hard to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I was only going to be doing F&amp;amp;B and not kitchen. So there could be a possibility of a transfer to somewhere else I guess. In other words I wont be making RM1500 in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just my first day and I'm been having this quite bad back pain. I think it's because of the shoes I'm wearing? That's what my mum says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repair Those Burnt Bridges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-752097986676420654?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/752097986676420654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-usually-hurts-is-good-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/752097986676420654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/752097986676420654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-usually-hurts-is-good-for-you.html' title='What Usually Hurts Is Good For You'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-6825536488027286367</id><published>2010-04-16T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:34:48.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>When I Get Out Of Bed</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a long post. Bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes with exam over and all we wanted to party and we wanted to party HARD! Yes, yes we did but at the end of the night it was abit of a downer... sitting down at the balcony in awkward silence with Remon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy a little group therapy session I had on that day. Not just with those two but with another person earlier that day. I realized that person is nice to talk to, when he's alone that is. He's somehow the quiet and reserved type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shisha with Mark, Vanessa, Faz and Ashley. Okay, I didnt want my Bangsar friends to meet my college friends after one such incident but I trust Mark not to do anything stupid. He and I have almost the same principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun just chilling, talking and shishaing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant put pictures up for some reason. Internet is being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to Ampang yesterday with Remon, Aiman, Mani, Anna, Hans, Gillian, Arika and Jasmine. It was really fun and I bloody saw a FREAKING MUSTANG!!! OH SHIT WEI! I took some pictures of it and will upload all the pictures, all 250++ pictures of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Seat Ppl : eh they said turn left.&lt;br /&gt;Mani : *honk honk&lt;br /&gt;Navin :  *pointing left left left left&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;... &lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;See more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Seat Ppl : haa? turn left somemore?  wait, is there anything on the left side of this car? Arika, check yr  door.&lt;br /&gt;Navin &amp;amp; Mani : *pointing left left LEFT LEFT LEFT&lt;br /&gt;Back  Seat Ppl : eh Remon wait! slow down first. ey ey wait, ey stop the car!  they're trying to say something!&lt;br /&gt;Remon : what??? *run out of the car&lt;br /&gt;Navin  &amp;amp; Mani : DID YOU SEE THAT MUSTANG?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Back Seat Ppl :  -_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling then to the Petronas Twin Towers Sky Bridge then Petrosains and acted immature with the rest, Burger King, Look Out Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the day? Mani forgot where he parked the car in KLCC. spent about half an hour looking for the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked about it to some people and I felt better but somehow had a weird feeling in my stomach, didn't know getting over someone is quite this hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, the Ceaser's Jerk It Out somehow made me feel better. It just does. That and Rob Thomas' Little Wonders. Wonders of music yet again to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in love with these songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WOIEdlfh7M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WOIEdlfh7M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WOIEdlfh7M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxM-_b8oA4o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxM-_b8oA4o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not to weaken up to someone for a long time, you are the last... for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-6825536488027286367?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6825536488027286367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-get-out-of-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6825536488027286367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6825536488027286367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-get-out-of-bed.html' title='When I Get Out Of Bed'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-4678537320900979830</id><published>2010-04-11T01:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T02:12:53.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Up Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>She...</title><content type='html'>I think I've made up my mind. There is nothing I can do about it. We're from two totally different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm Screwed Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She's Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it was one sided or maybe she felt the same way. I could never tell, I can never interpret girls. But one thing is for sure, I'm way too afraid to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I saw her, it was like a "love at first sight thing" but more like she was different, she stood out even though she was somewhat shy and quiet. There was just something about her. She stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stole it and never gave it back, pretending like she never even took it. I think I made it obvious and she was most probably continued replying my messages out of common courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo many times, I would be having an argument in my head about what she thinks of me and whether I should move on that maybe she isn't the one. I've been fickle minded about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because she would dangle just that little bit of hope that maybe she feels the same way I do and then she just snatches it away. So many times, but I've been angry at her for doing so. I can't and don't think I could ever be mad at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on, as painful as it is going to be I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship is full of shit when it comes to me, it's ALWAYS one sided and I'm at the losing end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S8C-IDnH34I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7bsjJZLcfTA/s1600/i-love-you-like-i-love-my-brother.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S8C-IDnH34I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7bsjJZLcfTA/s400/i-love-you-like-i-love-my-brother.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458571793990672258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I started to think again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-4678537320900979830?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4678537320900979830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4678537320900979830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/4678537320900979830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/she.html' title='She...'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/S8C-IDnH34I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7bsjJZLcfTA/s72-c/i-love-you-like-i-love-my-brother.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-6236798200869739396</id><published>2010-04-05T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:55:06.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>Cunted Week.... Err, I Mean Chun-ted</title><content type='html'>Okay I have to say, it's been a good week for me. Things are great, assessments were do-able and people have been kind. And I've managed to get some swimming here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING! THERE ARE QUITE A NUMBER OF PICTURES, RANDOM AND SOME MAYBE DEEMED ILLEGAL IN CERTAIN PARTS OF THE WORLD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25420_382201441835_703606835_4316440_5052610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 283px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25420_382201441835_703606835_4316440_5052610_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be too dark but I just love this picture, yes, night swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25420_382194531835_703606835_4316147_3605820_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 277px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25420_382194531835_703606835_4316147_3605820_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La Familia Of College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs463.snc3/25420_382194731835_703606835_4316182_7716788_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 264px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs463.snc3/25420_382194731835_703606835_4316182_7716788_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mani&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Navin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25420_382194546835_703606835_4316150_2662762_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 301px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25420_382194546835_703606835_4316150_2662762_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our special ingredient for the chocolate mousse is... BOOGERS AND SNOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs443.snc3/25420_382202716835_703606835_4316456_5206300_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 227px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs443.snc3/25420_382202716835_703606835_4316456_5206300_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Navin On The Look Out For Cleavage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25420_382202806835_703606835_4316472_2808872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 251px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25420_382202806835_703606835_4316472_2808872_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUDAK INDIA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25420_382194821835_703606835_4316186_1139613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 294px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25420_382194821835_703606835_4316186_1139613_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bloody Fiat 600 didn't want to give way, therefore I was going 40km on the right lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs463.snc3/25420_382194666835_703606835_4316171_2784525_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 297px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs463.snc3/25420_382194666835_703606835_4316171_2784525_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;April Fool's Day, Arika, Jasmine, Gillian And Anna kena sooo much spamming that this crap came out on my screen... Didn't even know this shit can happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs463.ash1/25420_382201441835_703606835_4316440_5052610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs443.snc3/25420_382201676835_703606835_4316442_7823288_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 442px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs443.snc3/25420_382201676835_703606835_4316442_7823288_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nuff Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-6236798200869739396?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6236798200869739396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/cunted-week-err-i-mean-chun-ted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6236798200869739396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6236798200869739396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/cunted-week-err-i-mean-chun-ted.html' title='Cunted Week.... Err, I Mean Chun-ted'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-296509478197710153</id><published>2010-04-01T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:57:43.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fight The Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Excuse Me Goes A Long Way</title><content type='html'>These are the little things that most and when I say most I mean 70% or more of Malaysians rather not say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;Excuse Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever realised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen I become someone else. I want to get work done and I want it done fast. I like to take charge of everything there and order people and assign them to specific jobs so we can finish faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narcissistic moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone compared me to Gordon Ramsey, but I haven't gone to his level yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen I expect proper grooming, if you have long hair, I'd rather you make sure all your hair is in your chef hat or you dont handle food at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 3 words on top can go a long way, be generous with those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will load up pictures of class soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow pissed me off for 2 days straight. She likes to brush people aside instead of saying something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 times she did that I was still calm but the fourth time when she wanted to open the chiller and she just puts her hand on my right knee and brushes me aside I really got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in pain and on the knees it's double the pain. See, I have a gash on that knee and it's been hurting like a bitch. Imagine the pain when she just did that. Thanks, It's Just What I Needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for night swimming yesterday. It was AWESOME!! That too I'll upload pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've Been Massive Attacked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-296509478197710153?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/296509478197710153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/excuse-me-goes-long-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/296509478197710153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/296509478197710153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/excuse-me-goes-long-way.html' title='Excuse Me Goes A Long Way'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-8838485622665003750</id><published>2010-03-29T04:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:26:00.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Sleep Deficiency</title><content type='html'>Can't sleep therefore my mind begins to think of all kinds of things, it's getting darker and darker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's still there and it's still buzzing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny As You Maybe, Nobody Will Know How   You Feel Inside, Whether You Are Hurt, Sad Or Happy And You'd Wake Up   Everyday Regretting That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-8838485622665003750?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8838485622665003750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleep-deficiency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8838485622665003750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/8838485622665003750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleep-deficiency.html' title='Sleep Deficiency'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-393169078711680967</id><published>2010-03-28T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T05:07:00.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Buzzing Like A Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Funny As You Maybe, Nobody Will Know How  You Feel Inside, Whether You Are Hurt, Sad Or Happy And You'd Wake Up  Everyday Regretting That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's buzzing in my head like an angry bee. It's sad and it's pathetic, I'm upset and I can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat feels parts of my life is in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Life - Ruins&lt;br /&gt;Friendship - Ruins&lt;br /&gt;Education - Still Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I actually have a good friend which I can talk to right now. Unfortunately, I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-393169078711680967?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/393169078711680967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/buzzing-like-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/393169078711680967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/393169078711680967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/buzzing-like-bee.html' title='Buzzing Like A Bee'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2693432114601220878</id><published>2010-03-28T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T04:02:42.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fight The Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Up Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Owh Baby, Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.glyncollinson.co.uk/music/waterfront/pic-ugly-man2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was blog hopping just now and I realised most bloggers are REAL narcissist or have bad English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the narcissistic bloggers they go to the point to make their picture the header picture. PUH-LEASE! First thing you see when you click on their link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.glyncollinson.co.uk/music/waterfront/pic-ugly-man2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 531px;" src="http://www.glyncollinson.co.uk/music/waterfront/pic-ugly-man2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their ugly face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean DAYUM!! Attention seeking or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is that very the not so good English. I is thinking that I scratch head to me thinking what is they try to saying. THE WHAT HELL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These insults were not directed to anyone in specific. If you feel like you have been insulted go cry yourself a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people really tick me off. After they piss me off they actually have the bloody nerve to come and ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's wrong with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example, K &amp;amp; D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K asked me to pick him up from his house since it was raining. I said okay and I'll be there in 5 minutes. This dumb ass didnt want to wait and instead started to walk in the fucking rain. And then expect me to just open my door for him. I dont want to get my car wet. I told him. Because there will be a damp smell in the car and is hard to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this moron replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Relek lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His usual reply. I should have just put the car in "R" and drove off. But I didn't I let him in. (I'm softening up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D on the other hand wanted to go for lunch. When I call him he said it's canceled, let's have dinner instead. No problem. Devi's he said but I said Kismat for it has better shisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot la, my aunt thinks I'm around Devi's so I gotta stay around there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says. I told this to Mark and he was surprised that he actually listens to his aunt. This moron comes late and I lost my mood. K &amp;amp; D were making a scene as usual and I just wanted to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else can i say this? I needed to let it out. So I say it here. If I approach them the most probable answer I'd get is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relek lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group of people, REALLY REALLY pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;1. As group mates, you'd expect to be called if there is work to be done like a video&lt;br /&gt;2. YOU DONT FUCKING TELL ONE DAY BEFORE THE ASSIGNMENT IS DUE THAT THERE CAN ONLY BE 4 PEOPLE NOT 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I do? Can't kick the others coz these idiots did the work by themselves. Hence, leaving me alone and trying to finish an assignment in less than one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;THANKS GUYS! MEANS A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first time you people have done it and sure as hell not the last time you people will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 19 years alive all I want is a dark corner to just sit at and be alone. That way I won't be hurt and taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny As You Maybe, Nobody Will Know How You Feel Inside, Whether You Are Hurt, Sad Or Happy And You'd Wake Up Everyday Regretting That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-A Friend Of Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2693432114601220878?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2693432114601220878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/owh-baby-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2693432114601220878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2693432114601220878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/owh-baby-baby.html' title='Owh Baby, Baby!'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-1828223122712788533</id><published>2010-03-17T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:32:15.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey'/><title type='text'>Painkillers &amp; Suicides</title><content type='html'>I wish there were painkillers for this, just take it all away. The pain, the misery and that dark cloud above my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck hurts and I'm not too sure why. Painkillers for that too&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting pain in the knee, Vicodin maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo la you Navin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remon once said that playing the guitar makes you forget about everything, big or small. That's the one thing I love about the guitar. Currently attempting to play Radiohead's No Surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwFYUFnTD9Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwFYUFnTD9Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last F&amp;amp;B practical class. Not sure if I'm happy or sad. I' just felt really really tired. Lack of sleep or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks. Two more weeks of class then its exams. Not to say I'm looking forward to the exams but its after the exams. A week break if I'm not mistaken, I think I just want to sleep. Tired as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQmlsmOZl6c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQmlsmOZl6c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalilul showed me this and I was like whoa, the song really suited it and this made me want to download the whole of season 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything You Know About Me Now Baby You Gonna Have To Change&lt;br /&gt;You Goin To Call It By A Brand New Name&lt;br /&gt;Please Please Please Don't Drag Me&lt;br /&gt;Please Please Please Don't Drag Me&lt;br /&gt;Please Please Please Don't Drag Me Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-1828223122712788533?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1828223122712788533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/painkillers-suicides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1828223122712788533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/1828223122712788533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/painkillers-suicides.html' title='Painkillers &amp; Suicides'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2216731516226195488</id><published>2010-03-16T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:17:48.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Light &amp; Magic</title><content type='html'>F&amp;amp;B wine class today, Mr. Anshul made us try both red &amp;amp; white wine. Shiraz &amp;amp; Chardonnay respectively. Had the Chardonnay first and it wasn't bad, surprisingly it tasted better than usual white wine which I've consumed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to the Shiraz, I wasn't in the mood anymore. I was like "ERGH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sad part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love red wine. But I guess having rice and prawn sambal for lunch was a step too far. But everyone still gave me theirs JUST BECAUSE I'M INDIAN!! Pfftt... didn't finish it. It wasn't worth it and I was driving home. I don't plan on getting drunk for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after class met Aswine and Gabrielle. Gabe is somehow the guy version of me, she eats like there is no tomorrow, she loves Arsenal and she likes Robin van Persie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Where have you been all my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gabe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through some music revolution or something. I'm in a really music mood. I need music with me and lately with the guitar craze its nothing but Jack Johnson that keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2005/01/29/jackjohnson_wideweb__430x273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2005/01/29/jackjohnson_wideweb__430x273.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Born in Hawaii, therefore he has that chilling songs in his blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2RBYhaCR24/SgwgRNFTxeI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/DLgaSZNS3fc/s320/jack_johnson_surfing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2RBYhaCR24/SgwgRNFTxeI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/DLgaSZNS3fc/s320/jack_johnson_surfing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as to surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the same guy who sang Upside Down for the movie Curious George, that cute ass monkey. A must watch movie, age is not the matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack, you so awesome that you should come to Malaysia and perform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/2006/posters/curious_george_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 510px;" src="http://www.impawards.com/2006/posters/curious_george_ver3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Left On The Lights, Is There Somebody Home, Light And Magic&lt;br /&gt;You Cut Your Hair And Made A Friend, Now They're Falling Into You&lt;br /&gt;This Is The Closest That You Will Get To Them, How Do You Do?&lt;br /&gt;You Left On The Lights, Is There Somebody Home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2216731516226195488?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2216731516226195488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/light-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2216731516226195488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2216731516226195488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/light-magic.html' title='Light &amp; Magic'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2RBYhaCR24/SgwgRNFTxeI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/DLgaSZNS3fc/s72-c/jack_johnson_surfing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-2976204639117480824</id><published>2010-03-14T23:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:28:35.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Named Meat Products'/><title type='text'>One Hell Of A Spontaneous Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs456.snc3/26083_367898896835_703606835_4199854_2186832_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 481px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs456.snc3/26083_367898896835_703606835_4199854_2186832_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Is Mandy The Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs476.ash1/26083_367899001835_703606835_4199861_4003098_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 424px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs476.ash1/26083_367899001835_703606835_4199861_4003098_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All Edible Animals Have The Good Life After They Are Dead, All Expense Paid Spa Treatment, Or As I Like Calling It, FINGERING CHICKEN/DUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had public speaking on Friday. A continuation of Thursday, for the people who didn't do it yet. I spoke on music like how I've written about it in a previous post. Thing is it made me sound like I have some illness and I would die without music. I don't think people would understand what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was sensitive, lots of tears shed and I can't say I shed a tear. I haven't been able to cry since Annae's death. My emotions are somewhat dead. In some way we got to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz paid us a visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs476.ash1/26083_367899066835_703606835_4199865_7418948_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 299px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs476.ash1/26083_367899066835_703606835_4199865_7418948_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DH34 G1,2's Jason Mraz to be exact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs476.ash1/26083_367899086835_703606835_4199866_240773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 310px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs476.ash1/26083_367899086835_703606835_4199866_240773_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was an awesome day. Really enjoyed ourselves with futsal and chilled at the student life centre with the guitars. What else do you expect us to do huh? It was really cool how all of us were just jamming. We plan to make it a Friday thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs456.snc3/26083_367899316835_703606835_4199878_5975242_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 309px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs456.snc3/26083_367899316835_703606835_4199878_5975242_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs456.snc3/26083_367899461835_703606835_4199884_3712799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 485px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs456.snc3/26083_367899461835_703606835_4199884_3712799_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs476.snc3/26083_367899271835_703606835_4199875_5434624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 512px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs476.snc3/26083_367899271835_703606835_4199875_5434624_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs456.snc3/26083_367899211835_703606835_4199872_6298682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs456.snc3/26083_367899211835_703606835_4199872_6298682_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs456.snc3/26083_367898896835_703606835_4199854_2186832_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs476.ash1/26083_367899436835_703606835_4199883_3143071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 489px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs476.ash1/26083_367899436835_703606835_4199883_3143071_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random Thought:&lt;br /&gt;Girl In Fire Reminds Me Of Term 1, Business In Hospitality And Tourism Presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;The Sewers Belch Me Up&lt;br /&gt;The Heavens Spit Me Out&lt;br /&gt;From Ethers Tragic I Am Born Again&lt;br /&gt;And Now I'm With You Now&lt;br /&gt;Inside Your World Of Wow&lt;br /&gt;To Move In Desires Made Of Deadly Pretends&lt;br /&gt;Till The End Times Begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-2976204639117480824?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2976204639117480824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-hell-of-spontaneous-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2976204639117480824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/2976204639117480824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-hell-of-spontaneous-weekend.html' title='One Hell Of A Spontaneous Weekend'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-6894150444694441320</id><published>2010-03-14T03:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T03:58:20.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>I'm Going To The Gatsby Deodorant Street Fair</title><content type='html'>Seriously, what would we be without deodorant? We'd be like smelly people who can't hit on girls. Heck I still can't hit on girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about body care products?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BECAUSE MOST OF YOU PEOPLE SMELL BAD!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN SMELL YOUR TRACES WHEN YOU READ THIS BLOG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah I'm kidding, Gatsby is having a Deodorant Street Fair at Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay before you guys imagine a fair just full of deodorant, lemme give you a fair picture of what it's gonna be. There's gonna be games and prizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT KIND OF GAMES?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is  Sumo Wrestling (best for skinny people cause you'd be wearing an air bag suit, you can feel fat!), gladiator battles and other addictive games you'd expect at a fun fair. Sorry, guys no kissing booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ARE THERE PRIZES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, what fun fair would be a fun fair without a lucky draw, huh? Not sure but I think there are cool prizes up for grabs but not sure if it's part of the lucky draw. Only way to find out it so go there *hint*hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHERE &amp;amp; WHEN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 17th April 2010&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10am till 5pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Front Foyer,  Ground Floor, Berjaya Times Square, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EH, I STILL GOT QUESTIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I malas wanna layan already,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For more info go to &lt;a href="www.gatsby.com.my/streetfair" target="_blank"&gt;www.gatsby.com.my/streetfair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="www.gatsby.com.my/streetfair"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-6894150444694441320?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6894150444694441320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-going-to-gatsby-deodorant-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6894150444694441320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/6894150444694441320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-going-to-gatsby-deodorant-street.html' title='I&apos;m Going To The Gatsby Deodorant Street Fair'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585655952018297667.post-3914163916948168195</id><published>2010-03-11T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:42:27.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Up Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>That's Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dS8dlaeAg_U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dS8dlaeAg_U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Song Is Now Officially Stuck In My Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So our PA event is over and I'm glad that's over with. Won't have to put up with that lecturer anymore. In my opinion it went quite well, we just lacked the number of people who attended the forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speakers were awesome, Mr. Melvin (Isabell's dad) was really cool, I mean all the last minute-ness from me and stuff and even with that he still came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Calvin Seow, Wayne's speaker and uncle. He was the sporting one and he made the whole lecture theater somewhat lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Andrew Carlyle, Nancy's speaker. He did have some interesting facts but I guess he didn't have much to say because the other two speakers said it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even was great but I didn't like the way how our group was. I mean, just suck it up for one day and do as you are told. Heck it's only for 2 hours. What they did to Venice wasn't nice. She didn't hear anything and missed out on the lecture. She sounded disappointed. I feel like I let her down. I should have got some other people to help out, out side. What happened to the Welcoming and Promotion team?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were oogling Mr. Andrew. I don't have to say who. You people figure it out. I'm sick of all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During English class we had our second part to our public speaking and our topics we are given to choose from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Day I Lost It&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Most Important Thing/Person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Most Embarrassing Thing In My Life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had trouble picking a topic. I'm not sure what I've lost that I want to talk about, my whole life is embarrassing and I don't think there was an important figure in my life. Something I realised, other than this blog I rarely open up about my life to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to talk about everyone who spoke but I just want to highlight one person, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Remon&lt;/span&gt;, I'd rather not say what he was talking about because it's a tad bit sensitive. But that one line he said, it made me realise that it's the first time I'm hearing it. I haven't heard that line before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My Best Friend, Navin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends before this have never used it. I didn't know what to say, I was some how honored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But public speaking today had a very dark note to it. Everyone who went up was either in tears or about to be in tears. Again something I haven't done in a long time. It's been 3 years if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;So Don't Let The World Bring You Down,&lt;br /&gt;Not Everyone Here Is That Fucked Up And Cold,&lt;br /&gt;Remember Why You Came And While You're Alive,&lt;br /&gt;Experience The Warmth Before You Grow Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585655952018297667-3914163916948168195?l=bubukerchoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3914163916948168195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3914163916948168195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585655952018297667/posts/default/3914163916948168195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubukerchoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-different.html' title='That&apos;s Different'/><author><name>Navin K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01063562797961244216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6kkRrQ8bc4/SqpEAfI3sSI/AAAAAAAAAms/alJ9rR_Yz0Y/S220/6818_131708584900_515484900_2346101_8096968_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
