<?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-6651035012592556177</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:37:49.741+08:00</updated><category term='Compleaños'/><category term='Quizzes'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='Flicks'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Craps'/><category term='grand return'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='Flora y Fauna'/><category term='Aha'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>La Hacienda de Fea</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-1145521792858448874</id><published>2007-08-16T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T19:11:02.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><title type='text'>something something something</title><content type='html'>aaaahhhh.........&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;.......how &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today marks the end of my 4th semester. another freakin' year to go.........damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios! (^@^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-1145521792858448874?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1145521792858448874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=1145521792858448874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1145521792858448874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1145521792858448874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-something-something.html' title='something something something'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-8659864160835111094</id><published>2007-05-23T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:24:25.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compleaños'/><title type='text'>Felíz Compleaños Che!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://toys.myyearbook.com/birthdaycake/birthday_view.swf" width="490" height="365" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#F7F0E0" wmode="transparent" flashvars="loadCardID=28553"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pimp.myyearbook.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pimp.myyearbook.com/images/pimptag_150_clear.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pimp.myyearbook.com/toys/birthdaycake/" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pimp.myyearbook.com/toys/" target="_blank"&gt;More Flash Toys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here's something that I've picked up as your present...for the mean time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="ScratchOff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://toys.myyearbook.com/scratchoff/scratchoff.swf?&amp;img=http://toys.myyearbook.com/scratchoff/images/2007/05/23/11/63699a46a67640cb52ac31f78a52bc74.jpg&amp;amp;txt=Oi! 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So very the bangga...... *U* I know the layout is plain and simple, but I haven't study the new xml coding for new Blogger yet, therefore I had to borrow and modify a bit here and there from my previous layout which I took from &lt;a href="http://finalsense.com"&gt;Final Sense&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's my first layout, I thought I should debut it together with my Juancho (&lt;em&gt;the wet, topless hombre staring at &lt;s&gt;me &lt;/s&gt;you in the header&lt;/em&gt;), whom I haven't fully introduce in this blog yet. But, I had expressed my obsession towards him in every way in my &lt;a href="http://feamoda.blogdrive.com"&gt;past blog&lt;/a&gt;. Good times....good times.....&gt;=}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sign off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt; to all mothers who have made &lt;em&gt;painful&lt;/em&gt; contributions to increase the world's population!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-4936159840639075628?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/4936159840639075628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=4936159840639075628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/4936159840639075628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/4936159840639075628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/05/feliz-da-de-la-madre.html' title='¡Feliz Día De La Madre!'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-3370301896241171048</id><published>2007-05-06T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:17.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>The Cha Cha Cha is over!</title><content type='html'>I was speechless, thoughtless and opinionless when they were gone....out....eliminated!! In case you wonder, (&lt;em&gt;duhhhhhh of course you're wondering&lt;/em&gt;) I'm whining about my new all time favourite team, the ones and only &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/amazing_race11/bios/bio2.shtml"&gt;Oswald and Danny&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061457694780803314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rj3o9OcTyPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vY_Jsk-rlq0/s320/GW192H144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I'll recap on their journey to &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;winning US$1 millio&lt;/span&gt;n elimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leg 9&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Departing last from the pit stop in Malaysia, Oswald and Danny headed to KLIA to take a flight to the next destination, Hong Kong. At the airport, they went to the MAS office early and were first on the Standby List. Then, they headed to China Airlines office and got themselves in the first flight to Hong Kong, hence offered their MAS standby reservation code to Charla and Mirna. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arriving in Hong Kong in first place, Oswald and Danny, with very limited funds, took the taxi to Sun Wah Kiu Laundry and opened their clue to find the second of two Fast Forwards on the race. In this Fast Forward, Teams had to travel five miles to a film set where a high-speed stunt was being filmed for an action movie. When they arrived, they had to get in a car with a professional stunt driver and participate in an action-packed stunt sequence. Danny seemed excited about the stunt, while Oswald wasn't too aroused by it and instructed the driver, "You have to do a good job here. My mother wants me back." As Danny was amused by his friend, Oswald continued, "If I wet these pants, they're the only clean pair of pants that I brought." They hung on their dear life as the car flew through the air and landed right side up. They exited the car unscathed, drove to the pit stop and won a trip back to Hong Kong (&lt;em&gt;the place that made them 'infamous' in Season 2&lt;/em&gt;) for the CNY for arriving in first place (&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;with zero funds&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061457368363288802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rj3oqOcTyOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IPOXKC613u8/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leg 10&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not gonna write the intricate details of this leg cos it was a very depressing leg, where Oswald and Danny departed the pit stop in Hong Kong from first place to arriving at the pit stop in Macau in last place. Due to desperation for money, they made a deal with the Beauty Queens by accepting money in exhange for yielding Eric and Danielle (&lt;em&gt;their 2nd time being yielded...^@^&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, karma 'bit them in the asses' in the form of a bad (not to mention clueless and lousy) taxi driver when they chose to do the dragon boat task (&lt;em&gt;a stroll down memory lane for them, which they performed a task with a dragon costume during Season 2 in Hong Kong&lt;/em&gt;). In frustration, Oswald joked, "God grant me the patience to withstand the things I cannot change and the intelligence to hide the body of this man once I'm done killing him." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their nightmare continued thence until they reached the mat. Fortunately, a tiny bit of luck was on their side as it was a non-elimination leg. Being marked for elimination, it was their last chance to bring themselves to the final three and with a possibility to win the US$1 million. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061456981816232130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rj3oTucTyMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UffAsAERs9o/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leg 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another depressing and most disappointing leg of all, where it all ended for Oswald and Danny as they were eliminated from the race and came in 4th place.....again (the same as Season 2).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although they managed to board the same flight with the other teams from Tokyo to Guam, still there was very slim chance for them to overcome the 30 minutes penalty and be in the final three teams. With the 2 tasks that required the use of physical strength and GPS respectively, there was even slimmer chance for them to come in 3rd. As Danny mentioned in the Finish Line, "If you're ever lost, don't give us a GPS to find you coz we won't find you." (&lt;em&gt;they also had the same trouble using the GPS at Ushuaia, Argentine to look for the clue in the glaciers&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though they came in last, they hadn't lose their wit to the last second as Danny commented, "To be able to go through this and survive it twice leads me to believe that I will have Oswald in my life always. He'll be pushing the wheelchair as I'm going into the home, the gay nursing home that I'm going to open up." Oswald added, "Hopefully by then he won't speak so much that he'll be interrupting me every time I say something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061456981816232146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rj3oTucTyNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GWkN91TGQOM/s320/photo_main_ep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WAIKIKIKIKIKI...BUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ai Dios mio! They're soooooooo fun to watch. Every scene that had them made me laugh non-stop for a few seconds. I love how they brought themselves throughout the race. They were hilarious, kindhearted, well-mannered, optimistic, and not to mention.....gay. &amp;gt;=}They were very open about being gays and wasn't embarrassed to share their gayness with the viewers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, watching them racing has brought me to believe that life is not just about perfection and success. Sometimes we need failure to excite our lives as well as better ourselves, but to overcome it we have to persevere and have fun at the same time. Also they had showed the true meaning of friendship, where they &lt;em&gt;stroke&lt;/em&gt; each other as much as possible, they rarely bicker over petty things (&lt;em&gt;except the cookies and newspaper tasks&lt;/em&gt;), they respect and understand each other's need of space, they tolerate each other's &lt;em&gt;wackiness and eccentricities,&lt;/em&gt; and most importantly....they love doing&lt;em&gt; dirty things&lt;/em&gt; together! Besides that, they had proved the existence of karma in the 10th leg. At the beginning of the race, they kept emphasizing about the importance of karma and how they tried to race fair and square without cheating or backstabbing. Alas, in the 10th leg, it was karma vs no money that eliminated them, and they had proved...again that money &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the root of all evil. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm glad I knew their existence few days before my semester 3 final exam. Amusing myself with their long list of &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/innertube/player.php?cat=125142&amp;vid=&amp;amp;format=&amp;auto=1"&gt;videos&lt;/a&gt; while doing my revision was very effective in distressing myself and forget about reality, except I had panic attack the day before Malaysian Studies paper because I spent more time watching than reading. ^@^ Good times...good times.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite their elimination, I must say, the novelty hasn't worn off.......yet. As for now, I have no reason to watch the final episode of TAR tomorrow. I'll just wait for the update at &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/amazing_race11"&gt;CBS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Dustin and Kandice, Charla and Mirna, and Eric and Danielle racing their ways into winning US$1 million, I shall root for Charla and Mirna since they were extremely nice towards Oswald and Danny and being their abrasive selves all the while...and also because Oswald and Danny were rooting for them too! ^@^ For the last few legs, I noticed Dustin and Kandice just danced their way through the tasks and came into 1st place, whereas for Eric and Danielle, they had to go through hell.....I mean 2 yields and a marked for elimination to reach into 2nd place. Not bad.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I conclude, I just realized that Oswald and Danny won their first prize in the race in&lt;strong&gt; 4&lt;/strong&gt;th leg, the number of Roadblocks each performed are &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;, they came in &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;th positions &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; times, and ended at &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;th position. Wow.....the curse of the number &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;fyi, number &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; is my favourite and so-called lucky number. &lt;/em&gt;They were so close, yet so far. According to Oswald in Finish Line, "It's like going on a date, and going off through a foreplay and once you get him in bed, he just gets up, gets dressed and goes away." &lt;em&gt;Well said!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: #008; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;Powered by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.qumana.com/"&gt;Qumana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-3370301896241171048?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/3370301896241171048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=3370301896241171048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/3370301896241171048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/3370301896241171048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-over.html' title='The Cha Cha Cha is over!'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rj3o9OcTyPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vY_Jsk-rlq0/s72-c/GW192H144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-4946465248590011750</id><published>2007-05-05T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:10:23.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another day to go and my first semester break of the year is over. I wasted most of it doing nothing productive, just the daily routines - eating, napping and late night til early morning surfing. I didn't catch a lot of sleep this time coz I had a few errands to do in the morning, and therefore I couldn't hibernate throughout the break. Damn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a lighter note, I've received my results, enrolled and paid the fees for semester 4. Fyi, only at Inti College Sarawak that the students receive a letter (more of a reminder) of the fees for the next semester way before the final exam of the current semester begins. WTBF??!! As quoted from a phrase written on one of the tables,&lt;em&gt; I love Inti, but Inti loves my money&lt;/em&gt;. Props to whoever scribbled this. That's a real good one. ^@^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a darker note, my timetable for this semester is screwed up! Thinking that I'm done with my LAN subjects, meaning no more nightclasses, turns out my nightmare has just started. One of the 4 subjects that I'm taking will be taught by a substitute, thus 2 nightclasses will be conducted every week. From 1 nightclass a week to 2 nightclasses?!!?!? Also to make it worse, there'll be a class every Saturday! Ugh! Bloody bastards!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color:#008;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;Powered by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.qumana.com/"&gt;Qumana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-4946465248590011750?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/4946465248590011750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=4946465248590011750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/4946465248590011750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/4946465248590011750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-day-to-go-and-my-first-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-6783210424531134938</id><published>2007-04-30T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:40:30.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><title type='text'>*garu garu garu*</title><content type='html'>of late, my legs are itching for no apparent reason. whenever i sit down and rest my legs, i start to feel imaginable tiny little microscopic creatures biting and chewing my hairy skin. ai dio!!!!! so freakin' itchy!!! *scratch garu scratch garu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i feel i lack maturity for my age. instead of visiting kiddy sites like &lt;a href="http://www.disney.com"&gt;disney&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nick.com"&gt;nickelodeon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com"&gt;neopets&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.barbie.com"&gt;barbie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com"&gt;gaia online &lt;/a&gt;etc, i think i &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; to visit more &lt;em&gt;educational&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;adult&lt;/em&gt; websites to broaden my &lt;em&gt;innocent&lt;/em&gt; mind........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-6783210424531134938?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/6783210424531134938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=6783210424531134938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/6783210424531134938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/6783210424531134938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/garu-garu-garu.html' title='*garu garu garu*'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-7342073590821983038</id><published>2007-04-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:39:34.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flicks'/><title type='text'>Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/atworldsend/pirates3.swf"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/atworldsend/pirates3.swf" width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-7342073590821983038?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7342073590821983038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=7342073590821983038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7342073590821983038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7342073590821983038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/pirates-of-caribbean-at-worlds-end.html' title='Pirates of the Caribbean: At World&apos;s End'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-2990097648188339582</id><published>2007-04-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:17.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Here's some random craps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RjDEqOcTyJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MQOus3dGUXk/s1600-h/230420071725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057758611247450258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RjDEqOcTyJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MQOus3dGUXk/s320/230420071725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a &lt;em&gt;German wiener&lt;/em&gt;. It's&lt;em&gt; long&lt;/em&gt;. It's &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt;. Mmmmmm......It tastes so &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Thanks Michi for the treat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Fridays ago, my friend persuaded me to join INTIMA's General Knowledge Quiz. I was reluctant at first, but after much deliberation, I thought what the bloody heck, I should give it a try. Our group was made of 3 persons, and we had the most distinct name, &lt;strong&gt;Not Applicable&lt;/strong&gt;. Initially, I thought my friend came up with the name, but it turned out that my friend hadn't given any name, so the INTIMA &lt;em&gt;pandei-pandei&lt;/em&gt; gave us the name - &lt;em&gt;Not Applicable&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiz was surprisingly fun. We were asked 'simple' questions like - what does a.m stands for? (&lt;em&gt;I had no idea btw, fortunately my friend knew the answer&lt;/em&gt;), which is the smallest country in the world? (&lt;em&gt;definitely not China&lt;/em&gt;) and 23 other questions which we tembak most of them. I can say we were the loudest group because we would cheer whenever we get a correct answer, and curse whenever we get a wrong one. Throughout the quiz, I must say, we cursed the most. And what did we get for cursing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057758933369997474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RjDE8-cTyKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fZOEns5C27o/s320/020320071554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An unexpected gold medal!! waikikikikiki.....and not to mention a certificate signed by the deputy principal. Not bad not bad....I expected a cheap cert as we only paid RM3 for the fee, meaning RM1 per person. I'm glad my RM1 didn't end up in Inti's pocket worthlessly.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057758606952482930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RjDEp-cTyHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UlcUIU3vMkg/s320/260420071737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a &lt;em&gt;Crayon Shin Chan&lt;/em&gt; candy souvenir given to my mum by her Japanese colleague. As usual, my &lt;em&gt;tam-chiak&lt;/em&gt; self saw it in my mum's bag in the dark (&lt;em&gt;fyi, I have a pretty bad night vision&lt;/em&gt;) and took it before she said it's for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't consider myself an &lt;em&gt;otaku&lt;/em&gt;, but when it comes to this &lt;em&gt;perverted boy&lt;/em&gt;.....even &lt;em&gt;hentai &lt;/em&gt;can't compete with him!!! waikukukuku.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RjDEp-cTyII/AAAAAAAAAGw/9t8evzUbWzQ/s1600-h/260420071744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057758606952482946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RjDEp-cTyII/AAAAAAAAAGw/9t8evzUbWzQ/s320/260420071744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inside the package consists of 10 packets of star shaped candies, each with different label pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mari lah.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-2990097648188339582?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/2990097648188339582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=2990097648188339582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/2990097648188339582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/2990097648188339582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RjDEqOcTyJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MQOus3dGUXk/s72-c/230420071725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-7795734628366058929</id><published>2007-04-26T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:42:03.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><title type='text'>I'm free, but.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;AAAAHHHHHHH!!!! The freedom!!! The emptiness!!! The boredom!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the reasons why I dislike my life is because...it's boriang! My life is constantly constant. It neither accelerates, nor decelerates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a long list of things to do, yet my mind and body don't have the urge to do any of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugh! I need to breath the polluted air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw, I'm testing a blogging tool called &lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qumana.com/"&gt;Qumana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt; which I recently installed. Testing testing testis.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color:#008;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;Powered by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.qumana.com/"&gt;Qumana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-7795734628366058929?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7795734628366058929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=7795734628366058929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7795734628366058929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7795734628366058929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-free-but.html' title='I&amp;#39;m free, but.......'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-7229765889636969739</id><published>2007-04-25T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:22:19.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flicks'/><title type='text'>Ratatouille</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/player/ratatouille.swf"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/player/ratatouille.swf" width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-7229765889636969739?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7229765889636969739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=7229765889636969739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7229765889636969739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7229765889636969739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/ratatouille.html' title='Ratatouille'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-2821051497938657238</id><published>2007-04-24T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:18.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>sien</title><content type='html'>my semester break has officially started. but why the bloody hell am i feeling &lt;em&gt;sien&lt;/em&gt;??? not only &lt;em&gt;sien&lt;/em&gt;, nostalgic and &lt;em&gt;geram &lt;/em&gt;at the same time.....nostalgic because michi and i went to school to collect my spm slip, and decided to visit our primary school teachers instead of secondary. we met cikgu johanna, cikgu sabri, cikgu esther, cikgu jong, cikgu awang, cikgu dara, cikgu rabiah, cikgu zubaidah etc......i was really surprised that they still remembered michi and i. that shows eventhough their old, their memories are still functioning well. imagine the thousands of students they've taught, yet they're still able to remember most of them. where as for me, i can only remember my primary, form 4 and form 5 teachers. i can't recall some of the form 1, 2 and 3 teachers. ai dios mio! i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; senile!!! luckily, nostalgia didn't overpower me and forcing me to do the extreme........break down and lock myself in the class!!! one thing i regret not doing is not wearing my prefect's uniform. &gt;=} i should've sneaked in and posed as a student. but i bet the teachers would recognize me immediately as an imposter coz of my aging face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, michi and i then headed over to st jo to meet nicole at her class. first we went up to u6b and u6c classes, but according to michi's eyes, nicole wasn't there and nicole mentioned she'll be in u6a. so she asked a boy where in the freakin' school is u6a....to my surprise, the class is right opposite of the block. so we had to cross over under the hot sun to u6a block and ended up not finding nicole, but lovena in the class instead. we thought of giving up and went over to the canteen. i chatted with janet while michi went to help herself with some food from the canteen. then, we decided to check out u6b and u6c again coz somehow something told us to do so. we went up, checked u6c and there she was with laura. the whole time, michi's eyes deceived us......and nicole never mentioned that she's in u6a............*x-files tune*.............ok enough about michi's beeyootiful eyes...^@^.... it was great seeing all the familiar faces, van, kristine, crystal, corny, kim, laura, anas, pauline, lovena, janet, lydia, and....who again ah???...oh ya....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.......&gt;=} when nicole's teacher came, michi and i cabut to mcD...michi's treat. muchos gracias michi!!! then i thrashed michi's house til 6pm. finally i met her tiny laptop ^@^ our plan for jogging at friendship park was cancelled because it was raining.....and we were lazy!!!! &gt;=}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling &lt;em&gt;geram &lt;/em&gt;at the same time because my newest favouritest &lt;em&gt;the amazing race team&lt;/em&gt; ended from first to last in the 10th leg, but fortunately it's a non-elimination leg, so they need to be in 1st place on the next leg or they'll be given 30 minutes penalty and may be eliminated.....damn!!! i'm only obsessed with them for about 2 weeks and they're about to leave the race???.....wtbf?!?!?! anyways, this team consists of Oswald and Danny, a pair of gay Cuban friends who are not only gay (i mean the &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;gay), but also well-mannered. &lt;em&gt;in with oswald and danny, out with reichen and chip from my fav list!!!&lt;/em&gt; i've been watching and amusing myself with their long list of videos, which is the reason why i was distracted from my revision throughout exam week.&lt;em&gt; fyi, their videos are as effective as annealing in relieving internal stresses....do try! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/innertube/?src=ext&amp;vid=&amp;amp;cat=125142" target="_blank"&gt;View Oswald &amp; Danny on innertube now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rizz1VAvrPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6RrN1HVTN9c/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056684579129109746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rizz1VAvrPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6RrN1HVTN9c/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back view....they look so cute together ^@^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rizz1lAvrQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/i2cKli4ncD4/s1600-h/GW399H337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056684583424077058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rizz1lAvrQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/i2cKli4ncD4/s320/GW399H337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;front view......damn they're closed! &gt;=}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of exam, i had my 3-consecutive-days exam last week. it was eye-popping, mind-aching, &lt;s&gt;body-shaking&lt;/s&gt; body-shivering, spine-chilling and nerve-wrecking......in short, it was HARD! &lt;em&gt;except for c++ coz my lecturer decided to go easy on us....i wonder why? hrmmmm&lt;/em&gt; anyways, the process of going through it wasn't easy at all. my eyes literally felt like falling out of the sockets. even 2 tablets of panadol couldn't kill the pain. i know 2 tablets is very little dosage, but i ate the last two so i had to suffer the withdrawal symptoms. the image of my eyes popping out reminded me of an episode in House, where a patient's eyes swollen up and literally popped out of the sockets with the eyeballs hanging loose on the veins or arteries or whatever. &lt;em&gt;excuse my bio....it sucks!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;another day well-spent. 1 day down 13 more days to go......honestly, i was kinda jealous watching nicole carrying her backpack....old school style!!! sighhhhh....perhaps i should use a backpack, pinafore, white shoes and white socks for the next semester....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-2821051497938657238?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/2821051497938657238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=2821051497938657238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/2821051497938657238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/2821051497938657238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/sien.html' title='sien'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rizz1VAvrPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6RrN1HVTN9c/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-7192536053581660617</id><published>2007-04-23T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:18.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>G'day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday was one of the very little days that I can enjoy without the internet - a good ol' outing with my old mates, &lt;a href="http://michirumizuno.blogspot.com"&gt;Michi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/nicole_0601"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; and Audrey. We had cheesecakes for lunch at the oh-so-famous &lt;em&gt;Secret Recipe &lt;/em&gt;(which I've never heard of...). It was almost full when we reached there. In fact, the shop only covers two ground floor shoplots. So it only fits about 10 tables indoors and 10 outdoors. At the time, only 15 tables or so were occupied, but still the service was terrible. It took 30 minutes for the waiter to take our orders, another 30-45 minutes for our 4 slices of cakes to arrive, and another 20-30 minutes for our drinks. After tasting the cakes, I think its ok la.....normal jak....mediocre. To make things more uncomfortable, we had to eat our melted cakes outside, near the stinky drain and jungle view opposite of us. But we weren't bothered much by the stinkyness coz we were busy talking craps and Nicole's &lt;em&gt;hot guy&lt;/em&gt; and Audrey's &lt;em&gt;cute guy&lt;/em&gt;. ^@^ &lt;em&gt;I bet they're not as hot as my macho hombre...&lt;/em&gt;&amp;gt;=}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next pitstop was &lt;em&gt;Scoops&lt;/em&gt;, an ice-cream parlour opposite of Hilton. It was my first (and last..) time visited the place and I happily ordered Gelato Floats - rootbeer with vanilla gelato. When my order arrived, I was a bit surprised by the glass. Not only it's big, it looked like the thing that the Lebanese smokes, especially with the rootbeer froth. Unfortunately, it's one of the worst shit I've ever eaten. Wait a second.....it tasted &lt;strong&gt;worse&lt;/strong&gt; than shit. Trust me, shit tastes better. Somehow the gelato had a vomit taste that I felt nauseated all the way through sucking it. Suckity suck suck suck....After we chit-chatted, Audrey had to attend the sunset mass, so we dismissed ourselves pretty early. Nicole went back with Audrey while Michi and I&lt;em&gt; chiak pa bo su cho and chueh su cho &lt;/em&gt;at the Amazing Pets. We went there to watch the cute lil hamsters and mice, lazing and running around in huge aquariums (&lt;a href="http://michirumizuno.blogspot.com"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;). Then Michi and I went back to my place to continue our storytelling session which will be continued in 9 hours and counting......HIGH SCHOOL STYLE!!!! Muahahahahaha......&lt;em&gt;I wonder where did I throw my pinafore&lt;/em&gt;......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RiudYFAvrKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h4BGXy7bwHE/s1600-h/210420071696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056308043641236642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RiudYFAvrKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h4BGXy7bwHE/s320/210420071696.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicole's Green Tea gelato goo.....bluek @.@&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RiudYFAvrLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fzXD_h7y65w/s1600-h/210420071692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056308043641236658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RiudYFAvrLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fzXD_h7y65w/s320/210420071692.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michi sucking her spoon and Audrey dominating the phones...the middle is my 99.9% empty Gelato Float&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RiudYVAvrMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dqWFAGi6dzU/s1600-h/210420071693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056308047936203970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RiudYVAvrMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dqWFAGi6dzU/s320/210420071693.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicole trying not to camwhore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: #008; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-7192536053581660617?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7192536053581660617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=7192536053581660617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7192536053581660617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7192536053581660617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/g.html' title='G&amp;#39;day!'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RiudYFAvrKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h4BGXy7bwHE/s72-c/210420071696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-1630005852187434857</id><published>2007-04-15T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:18.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flicks'/><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RiIjWIchhsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PnHuwqNW360/s1600-h/three_hundred_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053640594994333378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RiIjWIchhsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PnHuwqNW360/s320/three_hundred_ver4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be more arousing than watching 300 &lt;strong&gt;bare chested&lt;/strong&gt; Spartans fighting against the enemies, shielding their au naturel chests, flexing their muscles, and &lt;em&gt;dining in hell&lt;/em&gt;! muahahahahaha.......Well, I know one......&gt;=}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is about 300 Greek warriors fighting against the millions of Persian at the battle of Thermopylae. What I find amusing about this movie are the non-existent immortals that the Persians use in their army and the uniforms of the Spartan soldiers. Oh c'mon, what sane soldier would risk his life in a war, equipped with only a mohawk headgear, a long red cape, a spear or a sword, a shield only large enough to cover his middle anatomy, and a pair of leather swimming trunks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think this movie is.....okay la. The effects are good, but not the plot. If you think I'm wrong about the plot, well I guess I'm just an old schooled historical movie buff, who doesn't quite like overexaggerated storylines. ^@^&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;But, I gotta admit, the soldiers are FIIIIINE! Only from middle anatomy downwards la. It's just too bad most of the soldiers look seasoned. #_#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rating: 8/10 (for the soldiers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*0-3=Not recommended ~ 4-7= Suit yourself ~ 8-10=Recommended*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Word of the day: &lt;strong&gt;sexagenarian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-1630005852187434857?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1630005852187434857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=1630005852187434857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1630005852187434857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1630005852187434857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RiIjWIchhsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PnHuwqNW360/s72-c/three_hundred_ver4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-5841170160950788726</id><published>2007-04-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:08:13.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Do you know or do you think you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/232853"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/232853/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-5841170160950788726?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/5841170160950788726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=5841170160950788726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/5841170160950788726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/5841170160950788726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-know-or-do-you-think-you-know.html' title='Do you know or do you think you know?'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-2947490012679450897</id><published>2007-04-12T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T14:22:43.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>it WAS cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reminder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;study Study STudy STUdy STUDy STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am having break from my revision for malaysian studies. damn! 218 pages to go and the exam is this saturday!!! sigh.....i must &lt;em&gt;nail &lt;/em&gt;it hard and &lt;em&gt;screw &lt;/em&gt;it tight! otherwise i'll be nailing and screwing myself &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; tight&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, for some reason my mind recalled a chinese song my sis and i USED to love so much that we even tried to emulate the deft movements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dui ni ai ai ai bu wan....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, probably not. it was a hit waaaaaaay back in the early 90s....when i was young, tight, fresh and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a demo of the moves by aaron kwok himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ksg8a4cUs_E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ksg8a4cUs_E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so we love love love tonight* &lt;em&gt;oh yesssssss....LETS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai dio! aaron kwok was actually the first singer, whom i used to adore back then. i even wasted my money on a machine that prints out a random hongkie celeb card. whenever i spotted the machine, i would insert a 20 cents (if im not mistaken) coin, hoping for a aaron kwok card. if it was someone else, i would keep inserting either until his card came out or until my money ran out. sometimes, i would buy the cards from my nanny's son. it's cheaper in bulk. ^@^ &lt;em&gt;one of the demented activities my 5 to 7-year-old self did. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laughs at bloody self out loud*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-2947490012679450897?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/2947490012679450897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=2947490012679450897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/2947490012679450897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/2947490012679450897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-was-cool.html' title='it WAS cool'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-7571440924855680048</id><published>2007-04-08T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:53:44.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aha'/><title type='text'>the ULLLLLLTIMATE truth</title><content type='html'>wow, i didn't expect 2 persons (&lt;em&gt;and counting...&lt;/em&gt;) would be fooled by the joke. hehehe my very first successful april fool's prank. &lt;em&gt;one down, 99 more things to do before my time runs short. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the &lt;em&gt;spot the differences&lt;/em&gt; answers (&lt;em&gt;fyi, nicole's masterpiece is the&lt;/em&gt; 'grand return of blablabla' &lt;em&gt;and my &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; masterpiece is the&lt;/em&gt; 'love was in blablabla' &lt;em&gt;}=}&lt;/em&gt;) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i wasn't fooled by michi's post about &lt;strong&gt;hermione being voldemort's slave&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;although it would be very very very interesting if hermione is one&lt;/em&gt;). michi told me about it and we already had a gut feeling that it's an april fool's joke. a good one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, i've never used &lt;strong&gt;beeyootiful &lt;/strong&gt;before. only nicole uses it. its her trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, i dun use the term &lt;strong&gt;sch &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt; anymore. i use &lt;em&gt;college&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth, i dun eat&lt;strong&gt; bread with egg and chilli&lt;/strong&gt;. i dun eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth, i got all my &lt;strong&gt;test 2 papers&lt;/strong&gt; weeks ago and i must say....my marks are good....enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixth, my lecturers dun simply give&lt;strong&gt; extra credits&lt;/strong&gt; to well-behavers in class. i've been well behaved since the beginning of my 1st sem, so it makes no difference. besides, what sort of credit is it by getting test papers earlier?! }=}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventh, yes....i've caught &lt;strong&gt;guys staring&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;at me&lt;/strong&gt;, but never&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;flaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; ones. girls too stare at me. my classmates, my lecturers and even the cafeteria workers...most people in college basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eighth, my mouth only &lt;strong&gt;waters&lt;/strong&gt; when i see &lt;em&gt;food&lt;/em&gt;. guys.....NOT....unless its my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;juancho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninth, i definitely dun go for &lt;strong&gt;therapy&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm still in-sane, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the many differences, the one sentence that is &lt;em&gt;very true&lt;/em&gt; is............&lt;strong&gt;i AM hard to get&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-7571440924855680048?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7571440924855680048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=7571440924855680048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7571440924855680048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7571440924855680048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/ulllllltimate-truth.html' title='the ULLLLLLTIMATE truth'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-1585471892495404055</id><published>2007-04-07T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:14:27.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aha'/><title type='text'>truth be told.....</title><content type='html'>truth be told, happy belated april fool's day!! muahahaha..........honestly, this time is the real truth, the 2 previous entries were fiction (&lt;em&gt;obviously!)&lt;/em&gt; and done ad lib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened like this.....while i was doing my assignment, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/nicole_0601"&gt;nicole&lt;/a&gt; nudged me and asked why i didn't update my blog. i replied i wasn't inspired to write anything yet. so her &lt;em&gt;twisted&lt;/em&gt; mind suggested that she'll update on my behalf. i was a bit reluctant at first, considering giving my password to a &lt;em&gt;stranger&lt;/em&gt; is pretty dangerous. but where there's a will, there's definitely a way. so i gave her access to my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i checked on her &lt;em&gt;masterpiece&lt;/em&gt;, i was awed...by her creativity!!! so my &lt;em&gt;twisted &lt;/em&gt;mind too worked its way and came out with this &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon....what are the odds that i would fall for a guy from my college? ok....i know.....CHOI CHOI CHOI CHOI!!!!!! &lt;em&gt;*slaps mouth and slams the table*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; very obvious that it was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who got fooled, &lt;em&gt;you know who you are&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;compare these 2 entries. spot the differences. take your shweet time to observe. write down, memorise or do whatever you want with your answers for i'll post the correct answers in the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is this a game?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it is a game for you have taken the red pill without any choice. please follow the white rabbit for it will guide you through the process of finding the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-1585471892495404055?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1585471892495404055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=1585471892495404055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1585471892495404055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1585471892495404055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/truth-be-told.html' title='truth be told.....'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-8626775913607340064</id><published>2007-04-06T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:41:32.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>love was in the air</title><content type='html'>i'm suppose 2 be finishing my last ASS-signment but hell, the urge....the temptation 2 blog about the guy is too strong. ever since that hypnotizing stare, my mind cant stop picturing, illustrating, visualizing, fantazising those dreamy eyes wherever i go, whatever i do....in college boundary of course. when i'm at home at least i can put him aside cos i have others 2 focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was our 3rd last class before the finals begin. my frens and i were the 1st 2 enter the class, so we waited for the rest. it was my 1st time feeling anxious in a class, waiting for the coming of somebody. honestly, all my days in college, ive nvr bothered about whoever that comes and goes in a class. not even him! i mean i've seen him but i nvr realized his charm until that STARE!!! anyways, as he entered the class, the air immediately filled with aroma. my heart was jumping with joy and my lungs and nostrils were aroused by the strange but pleasant scent. seconds later, i found myself inhaling the air as fast as i could to absorb the scent into my body. when my lungs couldn't take the amount of air, i exhaled like as if releasing from my behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lecturer asked us to do tutorial on file processing. it was ok except the sorting question. i tried cracking every part of my brain, but of no avail. most of my aquaintances came forth to ask me about that particular question and i was damn glad that i dunno the answer so they couldnt copy my answer. while i was halfway doing other questions, i heard my name was being called in a very weird pronounciation. i looked up slowly and the only thing that was in front of my eyes was a flat 'area' with only a little bulge. then i looked up again and saw his face with his greasy curly hair tucked behind his ears. he then asked me for the 1st time to check his answers on other questions. on impulse, i immediately shut him away pretty harshly. it happened not bcos my shyness took over me, but bcos i was absolutely turned off the moment he called my name. it just sounded weird and i'm very particular when it comes to name pronounciation. also that small bulge....wtbf? an ideal guy shud haf a prominent bulge......for the sake of womenkind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the hypnotizing stare was only a slow motion of a glimpse. i still haf 2 more classes to go and i sure hope i won't mistake a glimpse for a stare again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-8626775913607340064?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/8626775913607340064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=8626775913607340064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/8626775913607340064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/8626775913607340064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-was-in-air.html' title='love was in the air'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-8251190768740977273</id><published>2007-04-03T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:25:07.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grand return'/><title type='text'>grand return of the great count fea...</title><content type='html'>missed lotsa important events during my 1 month of hard work scanning all the hot bods on screen. the utmost importance is april fool. i got fooled by the post in michi's blog. i really thought that hermione became one of voldemort's slave. dang! it's just a prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... now i have nothing 2 say anymore. wait, let the wise one think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i have nothing 2 say, i shall describe my beeyootiful day. i woke up this morning and went 2 sch. ate bread with egg... yummy. should've put tomato sauce instead of chilli. got back sum test papers for my finals which will b in 2 weeks time. i got xtra credit for being the most well-behaved in class, so the lecturer gave me the papers earlier. muahahah.... it's not cheating. it's called brilliance!!! the marks wasnt really good, but i passed most of the subjects. hopefully the rest of the papers i got back, i can pass 2. but according 2 my precise and accurate intuition, i have confidence that i will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social life - exciting. i caught a very, very, steaming hot guy staring at me in lecture. he looked so delicious that my mouth was watering. but because i'm such a nice and well behaved person in class, i didnt let my desire control me. i controlled myself and pretend that i wasnt interested. playing hard 2 get? not! i AM hard 2 get... HAHAHAHAHAHA..... poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guys. enuf fooling around. this is wat happens wen sumone didnt update blog often enuf. brain dead. and boring. i shall go 4 therapy. i assure u the next post will b more interesting. i shall update on my hot guy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-8251190768740977273?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/8251190768740977273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=8251190768740977273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/8251190768740977273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/8251190768740977273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/04/grand-return-of-great-count-fea.html' title='grand return of the great count fea...'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-7663230271363531260</id><published>2007-03-13T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:28:32.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flicks'/><title type='text'>Ghost Rider</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/X/z/N/ghostriderposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/X/z/N/ghostriderposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last, I'm done watching one of the most anticipated movies in 2007. If you're turned on by flames, this movie will surely turn you on....by double!! ^@^ Nahh....just exaggerating. The movie is pretty good.....mediocre. It could've been better if the director had found a younger and better looking actor for Johnny Blaze. Honestly, Eva Mendes looks more like a daughter than a girlfriend with Nicolas Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what turn me on are the flaming horse, the chains, and Ghost Rider's hot bod! Wow......if my Juancho, whom I think is the most perfect candidate, is casted for the role, whooooosh....I myself will definitely flame too!!! MUAHAHAHA!! &lt;em&gt;YOU....NAUGHTY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rating: 8/10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*0-3=Not recommended ~ 4-7= Suit yourself ~ 8-10=Recommended*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-7663230271363531260?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7663230271363531260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=7663230271363531260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7663230271363531260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7663230271363531260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/03/ghost-rider.html' title='Ghost Rider'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-5331761617788028427</id><published>2007-03-13T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:57:12.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Happy 1st Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Dios Mio! It just struck me......Today is the 1st anniversary of the announcement of 2005 SPM results. Til now, I'm still balled over the fact that I've achieved one of my most important goals in life....&lt;strong&gt;SPM&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, the thought of SPM often gave me chills down my spine. Every second, every minute, every hour, everyday, I kept wishing, hoping, praying for the dread to be over in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I were given the choice of going back in time, I would definitely go for it without second thoughts............for the sake of Bio.......T^T Damn Bio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.....porque? why must humans dwell on the past??? why must humans often unsatisfied with whatever they've done??? *tell me why.......*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I am indeed very very very grateful to God for the unexpected and satisfying results eventhough I'd put my efforts at the very very very last minute. &lt;em&gt;Mesti bersyukur.......^@^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;em&gt; Dwelling is swelling. The more we dwell, the more our hearts and minds swell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-5331761617788028427?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/5331761617788028427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=5331761617788028427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/5331761617788028427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/5331761617788028427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/03/dwelling-is-swelling.html' title='Happy 1st Anniversary!'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-535463660916851225</id><published>2007-03-13T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:59:53.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><title type='text'>a tiny part of life</title><content type='html'>life is in fact clean and simple. however there are fcuked up people who love to shit on other people's lives, therefore making life so full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to etons to photostate a piece of matlab questions just now. i kindly asked the girl to photostate 1 set. what she did was snatching the paper and asked her colleague to do it. then her colleague asked me a question rudely. at that moment, i was extremely pissed and replied her bluntly. }=}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really HATE and DESPISE workers who are rude and arrogant towards their customers. you are the worker, i am the customer. who do you think should be buttering who's ass??? of course you buttering mine lah! i consider myself kind enough to give you business since the shop is in the middle of somewhere, and there you are looking ugly and just blow it away. oh c'mon...the tauke did not hire you to sit and look fugly, but to gain more business. how tiring can it be to photostate? you have the machine to do the photostating, all you gotta do is flip the pages.....&lt;em&gt;this proves that laziness do run in their genes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, there's also another shop that has workers exactly like these..or worse. is it me or are photostaters always having something screwing their asses until they're constantly feeling uptight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may sound silly to be overly sensitive about this issue, but hey who doesn't? especially when you're in a good mood and some fcuker just scratch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this is only a tiny part of life. i know there are matters far worser than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i can only do is learn how to handle it.....shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-535463660916851225?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/535463660916851225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=535463660916851225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/535463660916851225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/535463660916851225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/03/tiny-part-of-life.html' title='a tiny part of life'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-518771570084254005</id><published>2007-03-11T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:51:51.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compleaños'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need a monster truck and a rocket launcher to annihilate the fcuked up motorcyclists.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching America's Next Top Model the other day and surprised to find a pair of twins in the show. It was the judging of Michelle Babin's photo that I started watching, where she posed as a bullemic. While Tyra Banks was commenting on her photo, she mentioned about her twin sister, Amanda, who posed as an anorexic. I was....astonished, not at the fact that they posed as sufferers from eating disorders (&lt;em&gt;I must say their poses were very convincing&lt;/em&gt;), but at their names. What are the odds of twin sisters sharing the same names as mi hermana y yo? (&lt;em&gt;I do know 2 sisters of the same names as us...in fact, we were named after them ^@^)&lt;/em&gt; My sis and I are not twins, but we're always mistaken for twins, which is so obviously NOT! Anyways, I find it funny when comparing us and them coz we are the exact opposite of them. They're &lt;strong&gt;skinny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;tall &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;fair&lt;/strong&gt;; we're &lt;strong&gt;fat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; *shakes bootay*&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;short &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt;. Coincidence? Maybehh.......&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreaded Test 2 ended yesterday morning. Am fully enjoying my time...my freedom again that is for a month before my finals. I'm not gonna crap about how atrocious I did for the test. Whatever &lt;em&gt;careless&lt;/em&gt; mistakes I'd done and the marks that I'll get, at least I know I did my very best and deserve the consequences. Not to mention the &lt;em&gt;efforts&lt;/em&gt; I'd put, the &lt;em&gt;wake-up-at-4-am&lt;/em&gt; method. I truly lacked of sleep for the past week. Well, this proves that my bad wont is still inhabited in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I wanna wish mi amiga..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="hbplayer" src="http://files.poqbum.com/Files/Gens/happybirthday/hbplayer.swf" width="260" height="215" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="msg=Tania&amp;skinn=http://files.poqbum.com/Files/Gens/happybirthday/skin3.swf&amp;amp;amp;amp;bg_c=9774995&amp;bg_mc=16416706&amp;amp;sh_distance=0&amp;sh_angleInDegrees=0&amp;amp;sh_color=13247189&amp;sh_alpha=1&amp;amp;sh_blurX=5&amp;sh_blurY=5&amp;amp;sh_strength=10&amp;sh_quality=2&amp;amp;sh_inner=false&amp;sh_knockout=false&amp;amp;sh_hideObject=false" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do enjoy your last year as a TEEN-AGER. I know it's an hour or so left till your birthday ends, but I hope you had a &lt;strong&gt;naughty&lt;/strong&gt; time without me! Oink oink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-518771570084254005?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/518771570084254005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=518771570084254005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/518771570084254005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/518771570084254005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/03/coincidence_11.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-96647894233155657</id><published>2007-02-25T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:30:48.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Tam chiak-ers</title><content type='html'>My 1 week break will end in 16 hours. Thank God tomorrow's class starts at 4pm, so I'll still have time to enjoy the last few hours of the short break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, our supposed sushi buffet dinner at Riverside turned out to be European. So, we hung out at the entrance of Cafe Majestic for awhile (&lt;em&gt;pretty embarassing though coz people were walking past us&lt;/em&gt;), deciding which other places we could hit. It was hard to decide as we don't know the eating places here very well. Then, Nicole suggested &lt;em&gt;Elephant&lt;/em&gt;, cheap and serves big portions. As usual, I ordered 2 rounds (&lt;strong&gt;YAY MICHIS!)&lt;/strong&gt; - cheesy beef steak (&lt;em&gt;1st round&lt;/em&gt;) and fish &amp; chips (&lt;em&gt;2nd round&lt;/em&gt;) - since it was still under budget from the buffet dinner. Not to forget, chocolate sundae for dessert. DELICIOSOS! &lt;em&gt;It's too bad that I was starved or I would've taken pictures of 'em and leave you to dehydration when your mouth waters like waterfall.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;*grins* you know who you are.&lt;/em&gt; I would say that I was disappointed by the steak, but not the fish &amp;amp; chips. The fish was......wow......its a fillet of the size of a medium fish - from head to tail. Very cheap and slurrrrrrrrrrp. However, if I were to go back there again on my own free will, I might've to think twice coz that place gives me the creeps and I'm unfamiliar with the area (&lt;em&gt;will definitely get lost when I drive home&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plan after dinner was to watch Ghost Rider at my house, but damn shop closed freakin' early; so we hung out in my&lt;em&gt; office&lt;/em&gt; instead. Audrey, Nicole and I played &lt;em&gt;chor tai t&lt;/em&gt;i (&lt;em&gt;my first time&lt;/em&gt;). It was confusing at first coz Audrey complicated herself throughout the tutorial, but I caught up slowly and steadily....but didn't win a single game. ^@^ I had fun nevertheless with the rest. Sadly, good times had to end so soon....again...and this time is for a loooong time. Sigh.....By the way, my mum's pineapple tarts finished like hot cakes because of Michi. She's the only person that I've seen so far that's obsessed over the pineapple tarts. Porque? Porque she finished a small container of the tarts on Friday night, then she came back the next day (&lt;em&gt;without my knowing, but she did msn me while I was away&lt;/em&gt;.....?!?!?!) to &lt;em&gt;steal &lt;/em&gt;my songs and.....apparently eat some more of the pineapple tarts before she left for KL.&lt;em&gt; Hah Michis memang tam chiak-ers! ^@^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I NEED TO WATCH GHOST RIDER! Nicolas Cage's burning skull turns me ON!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-96647894233155657?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/96647894233155657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=96647894233155657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/96647894233155657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/96647894233155657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/02/tam-chiak-ers.html' title='Tam chiak-ers'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-5743937358818255347</id><published>2007-02-23T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:20.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>TriPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am diverting my mind from my assignments, C++ and Materials. It would be a waste of my time to just sit in front of the monitor and brainstorm for my C++ assignment. So, I thought why not I blog while brainstorming....kill two birds with one gun....memberak sambil mengencing......???......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is not making life any easier. I intend to post the UK photos, but I kept getting errors coz too many photos. ^@^; Instead, I'll exhibit my 2 months and 21 days old &lt;em&gt;TriPod&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's &lt;em&gt;TriPod&lt;/em&gt; you wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pet name for my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6RYAnck5I/AAAAAAAAADo/tgflOqsmUu0/s1600-h/060120071223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034621275115131794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6RYAnck5I/AAAAAAAAADo/tgflOqsmUu0/s320/060120071223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 80GB 5G iPod&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As it was impossible to have my most wanted Christmas desire, I got this instead, as a present from my favourite hermana and partially from my mum. During our transit in Changi Airport to Heathrow, my eyes met with it. Throughout my London trip, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I searched around London, but none of the prices were as appealing as this one. As soon as my mum and I landed in Changi Airport for transit to Kuching, I didn't immediately visit that shop coz I had airsickness. It was suffering, even after I bought the pod, still I wasn't overwhelmed, but I slowly got the feeling after I snored in the transfer lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6RYAnck6I/AAAAAAAAADw/RPO3YwJpCb8/s1600-h/060120071210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034621275115131810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6RYAnck6I/AAAAAAAAADw/RPO3YwJpCb8/s320/060120071210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6RYQnck7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/7o8x6hYJfSk/s1600-h/060120071211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034621279410099122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6RYQnck7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/7o8x6hYJfSk/s320/060120071211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't speak monkey...BA-NA-NA?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6RYQnck8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/N6yo8zlnQMA/s1600-h/060120071214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034621279410099138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6RYQnck8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/N6yo8zlnQMA/s320/060120071214.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My lullaby.......&lt;em&gt;*He aloha no maunaleo....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6RYgnck9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/err822Y9Cq4/s1600-h/060120071217.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034621283705066450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6RYgnck9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/err822Y9Cq4/s320/060120071217.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The reason why I named it &lt;em&gt;TriPod&lt;/em&gt; is because.....&lt;em&gt;it stands on its own!! Gooooood boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-5743937358818255347?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/5743937358818255347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=5743937358818255347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/5743937358818255347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/5743937358818255347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/02/tripod.html' title='TriPod'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6RYAnck5I/AAAAAAAAADo/tgflOqsmUu0/s72-c/060120071223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-7098147650080095582</id><published>2007-02-23T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:20.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Sipping in the night</title><content type='html'>My family and I brought my uncle to have a drink at The Living Room last night, where we met my aunt and her friends there. Since I hadn't my dinner, I ordered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6JGwnckyI/AAAAAAAAACo/bC10wSDV8G4/s320/220220071541.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034612182669366050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb shank from The Junk&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THAT!!!! Half of the shank is in my other cheeks now and the other half of the shank in mi hermano's. ^@^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6JHAnckzI/AAAAAAAAACw/fe0ORfq9huc/s1600-h/220220071545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6JHAnckzI/AAAAAAAAACw/fe0ORfq9huc/s320/220220071545.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034612186964333362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I washed down with several glasses of Dom Perignon. Smoooooooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-7098147650080095582?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7098147650080095582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=7098147650080095582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7098147650080095582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7098147650080095582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/02/sipping-in-night.html' title='Sipping in the night'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd6JGwnckyI/AAAAAAAAACo/bC10wSDV8G4/s72-c/220220071541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-4726016683706882018</id><published>2007-02-23T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:21.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Piggy is in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Selamat Tahun Baru Cina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sin Jia Ju Ee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Xin Nian Kuai Le! (?_?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Feliz Chino AñoNuevo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Welcome to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Year of Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;, the last animal year in the cycle....OINK OINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since the beginning of the year, the thought of CNY didn't excite me...usually it's effective especially the thought of ang paos,but not this year. Porque? ~Porque sin ti mi vida yo no soy feliz~ Well, this year's CNY was a little different without my sis. During the preparation for CNY ie baking cookies and cakes, I refused to do any baking coz I would be doing it alone, but Iended baking 2 kuih lapises. &lt;i&gt;Nada mas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY eve was also different from previous years. We had dinner at my aunt's new house with my grandparents, aunties, uncle and cousins. I enjoyed the food, but not the environment coz it was hard not being able to talk crap with my sis while the rest of the old folks were busy talking. To make it worse, I had to entertain my little cousins......&lt;i&gt;kids&lt;/i&gt;.....argh! Anyways, here's what we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3eWAncktI/AAAAAAAAABo/4B7RU8kj-Ps/s320/170220071499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034424428174021330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3eWgnckuI/AAAAAAAAABw/NaCowo2qga0/s1600-h/170220071500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3eWgnckuI/AAAAAAAAABw/NaCowo2qga0/s320/170220071500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034424436763955938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3eWwnckvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-7v-1j0y1LI/s1600-h/170220071501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3eWwnckvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-7v-1j0y1LI/s320/170220071501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034424441058923250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3dVgnckqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Sy-QwszPgrI/s1600-h/170220071496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3dVgnckqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Sy-QwszPgrI/s320/170220071496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034423320072458914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3dWAnckrI/AAAAAAAAABY/q7a2FRJaPS4/s1600-h/170220071497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3dWAnckrI/AAAAAAAAABY/q7a2FRJaPS4/s320/170220071497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034423328662393522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3dWwncksI/AAAAAAAAABg/gLiTU-iWb08/s1600-h/170220071498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3dWwncksI/AAAAAAAAABg/gLiTU-iWb08/s320/170220071498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034423341547295426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, first day of CNY was visiting relatives day and collecting ang paos. ^@^ I had my cousin tagged along, replaced my sis in a way, so I didn't feel lonely, but still having to entertain him was pain. Again to get even nearer to my nerves, my mum invited him for sleepover. !!!!!!!! Sigh.....&lt;i&gt;what did I do to deserve this torture?!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second day, my cousin and I became kulis for the day. I started with peeling the prawns in the morning, then grilled the satays and washing dishes for the whole afternoon with my cousin. In the evening, my amigas came over - Michi, Nicole, Audrey T, Farah, Farhanah, Van, Xu Vin, Audrey A, Pauline, Crystal,Christine and Reema. It was a large group, but we managed to squeeze in the TV room comfortably. It was great to see old friends again after a year of separation and to be able to talk crap again after depriving of it in Inti for 8 miserable months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day was another visiting day. Visited Nicole's house and played Fatal Frame for the first time!!!!! The game started slowly at first, then when it was ghost hunting time, I sorta manok-ed out and persuaded Michi to play, then Nicole and Audrey. ^@^ One thing I don't understand is how can the game be based on a true story? The storyline is about a pair of twin sisters somehow ended in a haunted lost village, where a sacrificial ritual of a pair of twins taken place. Imagine yourself, a girl, having to save your twin sister alone in a lost village in the middle of somewhere, only equipped with a camera obscura as a weapon to capture the ghosts, and runs like you're constipated.........ridiculous, innit? After we ate and played the game, we headed to Audrey's house. I followed Nicole, turn here and there to Audrey's house without noticing the lorong. So, I'd still be lost if I were to drive to her house myself. There, we continued our eating ritual, which I sapu-ed all the chocolate cheesecake. Audrey, Nicole and Michi suggested playing Mafia, some lame murder game, but it was too easy playing in four coz we knew immediately who's the murderer. Our final pitstop was Michi's house. Again we had our eating ritual - fruit salad and KFC. That was when I felt bloated, but not as bloated as Nicole. She couldn't even sit properly...poor thing......at least I could sit on the floor &lt;s&gt;and buka kedai kopi&lt;/s&gt;...^@^ A while later, we moved to Michi's room and had a proper crap talking. However, good times had to end so soon. Then again it only ends for a while coz we're gonna have sushi dinner at Riverside or Hilton. YAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-4726016683706882018?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/4726016683706882018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=4726016683706882018&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/4726016683706882018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/4726016683706882018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/02/piggy-is-in-house.html' title='Piggy is in the house'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Rd3eWAncktI/AAAAAAAAABo/4B7RU8kj-Ps/s72-c/170220071499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-6924758425171446861</id><published>2007-02-22T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:33:50.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The land where the sun never rises</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine spending a 2 week vacation in London, no where else? You may think it's interesting, fun, exciting.. and whatever positive adjectives you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, I did spend my last 2 weeks of year end holidays in London with mi mamita y hermanita last year. My first thought of our long stay in London was, &lt;i&gt;WTBF?!? 2 weeks in London?! Boriang ol' London! Am so gonna die of boredom.&lt;/i&gt; But my mum always feed us with her story about those days, waaaaaaay back when she visited London. The famous streets with branded shops, the hustle &amp;amp; bustle, and the milkman..not mailman but milkman delivering milk early in the morning. So my mind kinda opened up a bit..just a tiny bit about the long duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, our first plan (Plan A) was to be in London for a week and spend the next week in the US. However, due to peak season, all airfares to US were drop dead expensive. So we came up with Plan B, fly either to Spain or Venice instead. There were lotsa cheap airfares to Europe using no frills airlines on the internet, but my mum didn't dare take the risk. So she suggested that we check the travel agents in London for last minute cheap airfares. Otherwise, we will just lepak in London for 2 weeks @ Plan C, which we did obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was looking forward for Plan B the most. Porque? Coz I knew at the back of my skull that there's no chance we'll be able to go to the US. It's just too good to be true and in life you will never get what you want. Also I was more looking forward for Plan B coz mi hermanita and I have our missions impossible to accomplish if we were to visit Europe again. My mission was to look for my destiny in every bull fighting rings in Spain, whereas for mi hermanita was to look for hers in every gondolas in Venice. It was either 1 of us who could accomplish our missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, things didn't turned out how I wanted it to be...&lt;i&gt;needed it to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the entire trip was slightly better than I expected. We stayed in the Royal National London Hotel, which sorta became our home in London for 10 days. Before the trip, I read a lot of bad reviews about this hotel and was not confident about it. But everything about the room was totally opposite of the things mentioned in the reviews. The room was very clean and quite spacious for 3 persons. There is one con that wasn't mentioned in the reviews, false fire alarms. Some days, especially during the morning, the fire alarms would trigger for few seconds, stop, then trigger again. Once, the fire alarm triggered for quite a long time. At first we thought its just another false alarm, then as the alarm kept noising for a few minutes, my sis and I went out to have a look and found the housekeeping equipments at the hallway but without the housekeepers. Our neighbour came out half asleep and told us it might be a false alarm, then came out the neighbour of our neightbour. That apek Cina was topless, with a backpack, about to leave his room and asked us in a heavy Chinese accent,&lt;i&gt; Is that a false alarm?&lt;/i&gt; I wished I had answered him &lt;i&gt;yes&lt;/i&gt; and take a picture of him run like a skinny topless manok with a backpack towards the lift. Funny dude. Oh, what happened to the housekeepers? They ran away without informing the guests. &lt;i&gt;Bloody manoks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the 2 weeks, we roamed around London city and the suburbs using the 1 day bus tickets. We also visited my sis' uni at Herts, which is only an hour bus ride from Marble Arch. On our first trip to her uni, we used the train from Finsbury Park. Was really troublesome coz we had to carry luggages up and down the stairs at the train stations. Also having to wait for the damn train in the night, which delayed for more than 30 minutes. On the second trip, my sis found out about the bus, but we had to walk for about 30 minutes from our hotel to Marble Arch. It was a long walk, but worth the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only day that we stayed indoor was during Christmas. Wadado?! All shops were closed and there wasn't anyone on the streets except the sweepers. So we lepak in the room, eat, sleep and watch tv. Time passed by really slowly at the time, but my stomach emptied very fast eventhough I shoved down 4 pieces of drumsticks. Damn! Imagining Christmas in Europe may seem like a perfect Christmas. In actual fact, it's not. 2 times in Europe, 2 times I noticed the lack of Christmas spirits there. Unlike the US, I can still remember how elated I was when seeing all the Christmas decorations and listening to Christmas songs eventhough it's 25 days away! &lt;i&gt;Che, chin chin si bo aneh a mia. Sigh....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As y'all know, 26th is Boxing Day. Now I know why it's called Boxing Day. People box each other to get items for very cheap prices, duh. We woke up early that day, afraid that there'll be a lot of people waiting to grab all the stuff. So we started walking at 7am to Oxford Street, and back at 4pm with only a plastic bag. Most of the shops had big sales, very cheap, but when converted to ringgit made me think twice or thrice. So, we ended up in the double decker to other suburbs...cheaper bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shopping experiences in London were great. For the very first time, window shopping was fun. Fun not because I'm loving it, but because of the conversion that kept me from buying. I even had the pleasure to find outfits my size easily. &lt;i&gt;HALLELUJAH! *Hallelujah hallelujah* &lt;/i&gt;Si, it's a miracle to be able to find clothings my size &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I did enjoy myself in London, especially the long walk. I may sound loco, but unfortunately it's true. At first, I dreaded at the thought of it, but I learned to look forward to it when we started taking the bus. Now that I'm at home, walking is sooooo not in my list. I prefer driving to walking anytime...eventhough I dread driving at times. Oh well....this is life, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for now. Will post some pictures in the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-6924758425171446861?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/6924758425171446861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=6924758425171446861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/6924758425171446861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/6924758425171446861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/02/land-where-sun-never-rises.html' title='The land where the sun never rises'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-7116554581603182168</id><published>2007-02-02T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:22.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Today is such a tiring day. Not only I had to wake up at 7am to attend 8am-10am class and drive my aunt to my house, I received two booty calls from my parents to do two completely different duties.&lt;em&gt; Well this time didn't involved portering, so I'm fine with it.&lt;/em&gt; One was to drive the mechanic to my house at 3pm and the other was to buy flowers. My plan of having a long siesta became a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my actual plan was to drive my aunt home at 4pm, and then drive my another aunt to Kpg Goebilt to buy fish. Since I had 2 added important errands, I had to reorganize my time slot. Thankfully, my aunt called me to cancel the Kpg Goebilt plan. &lt;em&gt;What a relieve!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I spent my day in (&lt;em&gt;only for a short while&lt;/em&gt;) and out (&lt;em&gt;very long while&lt;/em&gt;) of my house. It really sucks having to do every single duties by myself. Apart from that, having to face the traffic jams from 2pm til 6pm and the idiotic drivers, who should be at work between these times, spoiled my entire day. &lt;em&gt;Che, wa chin sien ah!&lt;/em&gt; One good thing is...Thank God its Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm glad that I managed to accomplish my missions single-handedly. FYI, the flowers I ordered are actually for mi mamita on behalf of mi papita.&lt;em&gt; I do courier services too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RcNfYp8wfyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/t3J2PAQ5V8I/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026966486257794850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RcNfYp8wfyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/t3J2PAQ5V8I/s320/roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy 30th Anniversary to mi papita y mamita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm glad with are my Test 1 results. I'm satisfied with my results, though I think I should be more alert next time. If marks are deducted because I've no idea how to answer the questions, I'm fine with it. However if marks are deducted because of careless mistakes, most times I feel like stealing a shotgun and shoot the crap out of the orang legap. Carelessness always gets my tail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only unforgivable careless mistake I did was for Maths 3. One of the questions was Gauss-Seidel Method, where I had to perform 3 iterations to find 3 unknown values. All answers I wrote were perfect, except one value....15.0000, which in fact suppose to be 15.0001 coz I forgot to round up the number. What the bloody hell?!?! FOr that mistake, my lecturer deducted o.5 mark. TRASH TRASH TRASH!! And so, I got 39.5/40. &lt;em&gt;Til now, I still have the urge to steal a gun and shoot 'em.&lt;/em&gt; If I didn't make that mistake, I would've gotten perfect score alongside with one kid from the budak cina group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this is life and it's pranks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-7116554581603182168?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7116554581603182168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=7116554581603182168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7116554581603182168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7116554581603182168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-is-such-tiring-day.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RcNfYp8wfyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/t3J2PAQ5V8I/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-7542435542756889096</id><published>2007-01-30T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:01:55.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><title type='text'>It's over...for now</title><content type='html'>Yah! I'm so glad Test 1 is over. My very last paper was Maths 3. No more tests for another few weeks. &lt;strong&gt;Yeehaw!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*imagines riding a horse like a rodeo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;tsk tsk....kesiiaaaan the horse mati ditunggang aku. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trash! I still have my Malaysian Studies assignment to finish, due next week. The assignment is simple, but does it has to be extremely simple??!! All I have to do is to write a 350 word essay about my hometown. Sounds easy peasy lemon squeezy right? But it's not as simple as it sounds coz when I start to brainstorm for ideas, my brain just stop dead. Somehow, I keep thinking that there's a catch behind it's simplicity. Probably it's too elementary for me that my brain can't think like a primary school kid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, yeah right! My brain is so much kiddier than a kindergarten kid. You know kids these days, already understand the meaning of the birds and the bees, and how it works. I'm not surprised if some of them are already an expert in this topic and are ready to try it at such a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm kinda intimidated by young kids, who are beyond knowledgable about certain topics for their age at times. Waaaaay back when I was young, I didn't even.....what the bloody hell am I crapping??! Me? Intimidated by kids?? Porfavor!&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; should be the one they fear most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children belongs in my lengthy hate list. Funny how I don't have a soft spot for children...especially &lt;em&gt;children&lt;/em&gt;, unless if they are the &lt;em&gt;cute, quiet and disciplined&lt;/em&gt; type then that might...I repeat &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; weaken my &lt;em&gt;particular spot&lt;/em&gt; for them, which FYI is extremely very rare. As for the naughty and un-cute ones, this is what I wish I can scream at them, &lt;em&gt;You tykes better watch your attitude or the only attitude you'll get from me is the dumpster!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough about *grates teeth* children. I'll save this topic for later days. &lt;em&gt;Yep. I ain't finished yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better headstart with my assignment. Guess the only way that can help me complete my assignment is by bullcrapping whatever crap that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Among all the cities around this thrashy world, the only city that is named after a feline is my boriang ol' hometown, which can be found in the middle of somewhere of an island along the boundary between the northern and southern hemispheres..et cetera et cetera&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pronounce like the king in the olden version of the King &amp; I*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect! That'll keep me bullcrapping....and &lt;em&gt;give my lecturer a sudden &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nose &lt;/span&gt;bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! That is if I were to submit this crappy work....who knows, maybe I will. &lt;em&gt;The poor unfortunate soul!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-7542435542756889096?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7542435542756889096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=7542435542756889096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7542435542756889096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7542435542756889096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-overfor-now.html' title='It&apos;s over...for now'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-12632574141128384</id><published>2007-01-30T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:02:57.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><title type='text'>My first</title><content type='html'>Currently in the computer lab using the miserable tortoise computer. Sakai bah...my first time breathing the 'fresh air' in this lab after 6 months plus in this college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am waiting for my maths lecturer. As usual, slow like tortoise. So I also slow like tortoise or slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since I have a few seconds left, I'll just conclude this entry with.....EGE 182 Test 1 was freakin HARD!!! Grrr! 3 down and 1 to go...this afternoon...countdown: 4 hours.....damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-12632574141128384?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/12632574141128384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=12632574141128384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/12632574141128384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/12632574141128384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first.html' title='My first'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-6585584232043471903</id><published>2007-01-27T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T02:30:30.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Dumb Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I need coke. I need tea leaf. I need my life's desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hot under the collar at the moment. I'm extremely annoyed at certain hoi polloi, who enjoy taking advantage of large sized people e.g yours truly. I'm sick of carrying other people's crap whenever and wherever for free. In fact, portering has been one of my duties ever since the day I could walk. &lt;em&gt;*coughs* ehx-hage-gerh-raht-ing....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times, I don't mind helping out. Sometimes I even do it out of willingness, especially when I see someone is in difficulty.&lt;em&gt; I do have a heart. Just a tiny one.&lt;/em&gt; However, there are certain human beings who have taken it too far. They think they can easily snap their fingers for a large sized person to carry their shit, expecting that no matter what he/she carries be it a piece of wooden chair or a heavy monster truck, it's merely like lifting a feather and reward nothing at the end of the day, only a word of thanks. Naturally, I'm one of those people who expects something equal to what I've contributed in return, unless when I'm not in the mood for that kind of expectation. Therefore, a word of thanks is never enough...nunca..for me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, my duty is somewhat like answering &lt;em&gt;booty calls&lt;/em&gt;, except it doesn't involve the &lt;em&gt;birds and the bees&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;strong&gt;portering + driving = porvering&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm a &lt;em&gt;porver&lt;/em&gt;....may sound like a pervert, which is kinda true....so add a &lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt; gives &lt;strong&gt;PORVERT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add more steam, I had my Materials class this morning and only to realize that I made one of the silliest and dumbest mistakes in my life. &lt;em&gt;A toddler can definitely nail this question in a few seconds, except me.&lt;/em&gt; The question asked about the weight percentage of tin and lead in a solder with atomic percentage of 50% each. When I saw the word tin during the test, my mind immediately think of aluminium tin. So I searched for the atomic mass of Al and Pb, did the calculations in a totally different procedure. This morning, while we were discussing about this question with my lecturer, I then realized that tin is actually an element itself with a symbol Sn. FCUK! Apparently, a year lack of Chemistry has lowered my IQ drastically. I notice that my head, my brain and my mind work differently at times or what I call &lt;em&gt;think out of a circle&lt;/em&gt;. I'm &lt;strong&gt;dumb&lt;/strong&gt;, yet a &lt;strong&gt;genius&lt;/strong&gt; at the same time. I'm a &lt;strong&gt;dumb genius&lt;/strong&gt;. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the above reasons, I feel that I need &lt;em&gt;coke&lt;/em&gt; to ease my anger, &lt;em&gt;tea leaf&lt;/em&gt; to clear my mind and &lt;em&gt;my life's desire&lt;/em&gt; to satisfy my&lt;strong&gt; other&lt;/strong&gt; needs. &lt;em&gt;Of course I do have &lt;strong&gt;other&lt;/strong&gt; needs, don't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to a gay topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're thinking of what I'm thinking, but you can't think of what I'm thinking because my mind is not thinking of what to think about the next topic right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll end here. Gotta wake up early in the afternoon tomorrow to &lt;em&gt;porvert&lt;/em&gt;. Have to work on my other entries and the gay topic. It's gonna be a &lt;strong&gt;loooooooooong &lt;/strong&gt;one....}=} Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-6585584232043471903?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/6585584232043471903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=6585584232043471903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/6585584232043471903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/6585584232043471903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/01/dumb-genius.html' title='Dumb Genius'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-5774005589446033969</id><published>2007-01-22T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:49:53.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Hard + Tight + Balls</title><content type='html'>HAPPY SO BELATED NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I've abandoned my blog since the start of my 3rd semester. I can actually see a blackwidow busy mating her hombre amongst the thick cobwebs at the corner of the page....0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my 3rd semester is going well. Since it's a long semester, I'm obligated to take 5 subjects (Engineering Maths 3, Structures &amp; Properties of Materials, Malaysian Studies, C++ &amp;amp; Electrical Measurements and Transmissions). Phew...my schedule is pretty hectic from Tuesday til Thursday. ARGH! Damn night classes on Mondays and morning classes on Fridays. My hope of having my beauty sleep on Thursdays has vanished. Nevertheless, I'm glad that I'm taking my last LAN subject. Must nail it &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; and screw it &lt;em&gt;tight&lt;/em&gt;! Otherwise I'll be nailed and screwed so &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;tight&lt;/em&gt; I'll never ever forgive myself ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I enjoy Malaysian Studies more than Moral. Why? Because the lecturer is a female, who doesn't really give a damn about us paying attention, and best of all, she is kind enough to dismiss us before 9pm. Trust me, a minute before 9pm makes a lot of difference. In fact, I kinda like this semester, for now lah eventhough I have no no-class day, because 3 out of 5 subjects (Maths, C++ &amp; Malaysian Studies) are taught by female lecturers. Boriang bah see un-HOT male lecturers' faces everyday. If they're HOT + GOOD LOOKING = Extra classes on Sundays!! ..I'm &lt;s&gt;very&lt;/s&gt; not that desperate. Back to reality. The 2 subjects (Electrical &amp;amp; Materials) are taught by Mr Lai and Mr Tay respectively. Mr Lai is the sot-ted apek who taught me since semester 1, whereas Mr Tay is the tiniest apek I've ever seen. Do not be deceived by his tiny-ness coz I've seen his ability of drawing perfect spheres or &lt;em&gt;balls&lt;/em&gt; (bigger than his head!). Speaking of balls, here's an unrelated event which happened during one of my Electrical classes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lai: Please take out the 3 phase questions you've photostated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stared at him clueless-ly including me...the clueless part, not the staring part coz I was busy searching for the paper, also takut if I stare too long I get eyesore. }=} So, I found the paper, Mr Lai saw it and commented...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lai: (Count Fea) has found her paper. How come all you guys (8 boys) cannot beat one lady?&lt;br /&gt;I was very sleepy during that class. No idea why. I bet that room is jinxed coz the day before, I was in that room for Maths and experienced the exact same thing. Anyways, I was so sleepy and had no idea who he was talking about. I thought to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count Fea: Who's the lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later then I realized he was talking about me. Heh...sometimes I tend to forget that I don't have &lt;em&gt;balls&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, if I were to mention &lt;em&gt;balls&lt;/em&gt; to my &lt;s&gt;SICK&lt;/s&gt; Sikh friend, she would be 'squealing for joy'. }=}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough about college crap. Anyways, I need to work on my visit to the land where the sun &lt;s&gt;never&lt;/s&gt; rises since someone is eager to read about it and also my new year's resolutions. Honestly, 2007 hasn't bring any good impact on my life and definitely not on my personality so far. I still dillydally and shillyshally whatever tasks that I should be doing like posting this entry. Well, I'm currently multitasking so that justifies the procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is I shouldn't work on my new year's resolutions, but new year's vows. A resolution is merely a decision to do something or to behave in a certain manner, which I &lt;s&gt;definitely&lt;/s&gt; may not end up following. However, a vow is a solemn commitment that I &lt;s&gt;have to&lt;/s&gt; must pursue, which I know I'll be motivated to act upon for my own well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...there goes again with my procrastination from completing Materials assignment. That's all I can crap for now. Stay tuned for more craps that'll cheer your crappy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-5774005589446033969?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/5774005589446033969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=5774005589446033969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/5774005589446033969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/5774005589446033969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/01/hard-balls.html' title='Hard + Tight + Balls'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-3531096231234628015</id><published>2007-01-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T12:43:21.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Damn!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from a 2 week &lt;em&gt;mission impossible&lt;/em&gt; in London&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks felt like two months. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not used to the heat. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even lost confidence when I drove to 3rd mile just now. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of my 3rd semester. DAMN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Hau'oli Makahiki Hou everyone! May the year 2007 brings success and FORTUNE$ to....ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-3531096231234628015?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/3531096231234628015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=3531096231234628015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/3531096231234628015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/3531096231234628015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn.html' title='Damn!'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-8431466569162236531</id><published>2006-12-20T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:06:26.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>The hippo has landed</title><content type='html'>Greetings from &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;lu &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in my sis' room enjoying the internet and the ice cream..Ben &amp; Jerry's or whateva in the cold. Buuuuuuhhhhhh....Ahhhh.....civilization! Anyways, nothing to update for now. Wanna save the best for last. Muahaha....right! Can't wait to eat my sis' chickens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-8431466569162236531?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/8431466569162236531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=8431466569162236531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/8431466569162236531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/8431466569162236531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/12/hippo-has-landed.html' title='The hippo has landed'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-1940613931004442127</id><published>2006-12-18T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T15:10:42.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Transit-ing</title><content type='html'>Currently using the free internet service at Changi Airport......standing. Damn! My feet hurt! Addition to the pain I'm still suffering after the jogging. Trash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 minutes and 38 seconds left of internet usage. ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-1940613931004442127?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1940613931004442127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=1940613931004442127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1940613931004442127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1940613931004442127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/12/transit-ing.html' title='Transit-ing'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-1663292478818626466</id><published>2006-12-18T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:22.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Short hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I feel &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. I feel&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; different&lt;/span&gt;. I feel.......&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 11 hours, I'll be off to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the land&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; never rises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha airsickness! I hate you, you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bruja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;# Oh, we're going to a hukilau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A huki, huki, huki, huki, hukilau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ev'rybody loves a hukilau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the laulau is the kau kau at the big luau #&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYV18rJelJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lkEPC4OcFew/s1600-h/sig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009539845754623122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYV18rJelJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lkEPC4OcFew/s320/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-1663292478818626466?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1663292478818626466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=1663292478818626466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1663292478818626466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1663292478818626466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/12/goin-lolo-at-soho.html' title='Short hiatus'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYV18rJelJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lkEPC4OcFew/s72-c/sig.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-7910824838962734115</id><published>2006-12-16T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:24.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flora y Fauna'/><title type='text'>Counting cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After years of inactivity, my aunt urged me to jog with her at Reservoir Park while we were having a Chinese buffet dinner at Meisan Holiday Inn the day before yesterday. With my inability to say no,....EK! WRONGO!!.......I said yes without reluctance of course. As the appointment we'd made, I woke up extra early the next day, yeah 15 minutes before our meeting time (8.30am), freshened myself up, got dressed and hit the road. It was a clear and bright Friday morning. I happily jogged into the car, started the engine, drove up to the first traffic light and BAM!! The sky started to drizzle. TRASH! I knew at the back of my mind.....well, sorta.....that the sky would start shitting H2O and my plan of keeping fit for a day would be ruined. Celaka babi!! I called my aunt and she directed me to pick her up and see how it'll go. Honestly, I wanted to give up at that instant, but the thought of driving up to where I stopped would be a waste if I would've given up. I usually advise my amigas to never ever give up....ironically, I'm a give upper. Yesh! I preach but don't practice! That my fellow reader is called AJARAN SESAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, the weather was better than I expected when we arrived. It was clear and dry as we started walking....not jogging, mind you. Wasn't prepared to jog as it was my first time 'jogging'. ~gasp~ &lt;em&gt;First time j-jogging??&lt;/em&gt; Yep you bloody fool!! It was my FIRST time ok, mi primero tiempo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excuse my piʻipiʻi ʻōlelo. Am a bit high from the coffee I drank at my nanny's place and am hearing weird noises. O.o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H-Hearing weird noises?&lt;/em&gt; No, I didn't say hearing weird noises. ~rolls eyes 540 degrees~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fastforward. &gt;&gt;&lt;em&gt; briiiiiip brip brip brip...prreeeettttt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My aunt and I made 3 rounds around the ginormous park...literally...after 45 minutes (without rest) and decided to head to Padungan to buy ginormous Foo Chow paos for breakfast. Hah! So much for keeping fit! Unfortunately, the paos weren't ready at the time, so my aunt had to buy slightly smaller but tastier (to me lah!) paos at Hock Hai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From jogging to pao....What the trash!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its 4am sharp. Cannot sleep!!! This should help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL0eOnDHEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c7o85oT55qM/s1600-h/24112006609.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008834535744543810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL0eOnDHEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c7o85oT55qM/s320/24112006609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Twin 1 @ Mo Mao Chi @ Hairless Crotch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL0eenDHFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/W49EujLrf7I/s1600-h/24112006610.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008834540039511122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL0eenDHFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/W49EujLrf7I/s320/24112006610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Twin 2 @ Yu Mao Chi @ Hairy Crotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FYI, those were the nicknames given by my over-creative grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL0eenDHGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BDq514BOK9g/s1600-h/24112006606.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008834540039511138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL0eenDHGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BDq514BOK9g/s320/24112006606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mo Mao Chi's kittens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL0eunDHHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8GcnPr4k_xo/s1600-h/24112006607.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008834544334478450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL0eunDHHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8GcnPr4k_xo/s320/24112006607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Modelling session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008841257368362194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL6lenDHNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_FU-GKpxHWo/s320/24112006604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excuse my photography skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL0fenDHII/AAAAAAAAAFw/zL4RzWfaC1E/s1600-h/24112006603.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008834557219380354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL0fenDHII/AAAAAAAAAFw/zL4RzWfaC1E/s320/24112006603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kitten #2: &lt;em&gt;C'mon! Let's head bang for the cam!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kitten #1 (from left): ~whisper to itself~ &lt;em&gt;What a whore!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL6kenDHJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MWwAVz-FD68/s1600-h/02122006661.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008841240188492946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL6kenDHJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MWwAVz-FD68/s320/02122006661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One happy father-less family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL6kunDHKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1EMlDYdwpaA/s1600-h/02122006662.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008841244483460258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL6kunDHKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1EMlDYdwpaA/s320/02122006662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatcha looking at hotstuff?!&lt;/em&gt; ~Blushes~ It called me a hotstuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL6lOnDHLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MX-eW4SRazM/s1600-h/02122006663.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008841253073394866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL6lOnDHLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MX-eW4SRazM/s320/02122006663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL6lenDHMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XV3crm6UDEA/s1600-h/02122006664.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008841257368362178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL6lenDHMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XV3crm6UDEA/s320/02122006664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Licking fest..lick lick lick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first time I saw Mo Mao Chi and Yu Mao Chi, I actually thought they are husband and wife, til my grandma told me they are both females, which led me to thinking that they are lesbians, til my aunt told me that they are actually TWINS!!! Hahaha! What schmuck I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trash! Gotta get my long beauty sleep. Buenos Diaz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYMEg-nDHOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qk-D_nhsrnY/s1600-h/sig.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008852175175228642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYMEg-nDHOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qk-D_nhsrnY/s320/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-7910824838962734115?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7910824838962734115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=7910824838962734115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7910824838962734115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7910824838962734115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/12/counting-cats.html' title='Counting cats'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RYL0eOnDHEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c7o85oT55qM/s72-c/24112006609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-1859666403474159076</id><published>2006-12-12T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:26.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flora y Fauna'/><title type='text'>What a sight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Currently listening: N Dey Say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This afternoon, my aunt and I gardened me mam's money plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Money plant? What the trash is a money plant?! Does it flower money?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fu fu kao sen aka Money plant is currently the in-thing in almost every household in Kuching. Until now, I still don't understand the ballyhoo about this plant since it doesn't flower, but leaf. No, it does not produce money (How I WISH!!!). Only oxygen, which money cannot buy unless its an oxygen tank. However, it is&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;believed that fortune will flow in if placed somewhere at the corridor of the main door. (I think lah...don't know the exact position asalkan not under the sunlight or the leaves will turn yellow, meaning fortune will not flow in swimmingly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True or not? Don't cincai say lah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Up to you to believe it or not, nevertheless it is &lt;em&gt;believed&lt;/em&gt; to be true. The part that is definitely untrue is &lt;em&gt;the leaves will turn yellow, meaning fortune will not flow in swimmingly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;It's creative to lie once in an orange moon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Done with the intro and Q&amp;A. Here are some visual aid for your viewing pleasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007661001811353074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7JJkCK3fI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SSmxLZ81n94/s320/12122006758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The overgrown money plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007660997516385762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7JJUCK3eI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rQTOQC5c4rY/s320/12122006759.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My aunt shoving the dibble numerous times to loosen the soil. It wasn't easy I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Images beyond this point are simply graphic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007661001811353090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7JJkCK3gI/AAAAAAAAADE/608LWfeHseg/s320/12122006761.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mini Angkor Wat (Che, a remind lu of something else bo? XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7KU0CK3iI/AAAAAAAAADU/IVAbOIgUGEc/s1600-h/12122006762.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007662294596509218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7KU0CK3iI/AAAAAAAAADU/IVAbOIgUGEc/s320/12122006762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My aunt ridding the extended roots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7KU0CK3jI/AAAAAAAAADc/0OMWzqp26PA/s1600-h/12122006764.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007662294596509234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7KU0CK3jI/AAAAAAAAADc/0OMWzqp26PA/s320/12122006764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Splitted into halves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007663952453885538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7L1UCK3mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/35sr5A1pwsc/s320/12122006769.jpg" border="0" /&gt; End result. VOILA!! My aunt's masterpieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7KVECK3kI/AAAAAAAAADk/9u9eHfsuwzA/s1600-h/12122006766.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007662298891476546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7KVECK3kI/AAAAAAAAADk/9u9eHfsuwzA/s320/12122006766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The remnants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007663956748852882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7L1kCK3pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nG2Mgq07XT0/s320/12122006770.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ginseng anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7KVUCK3lI/AAAAAAAAADs/ktnvEAUzCxY/s1600-h/12122006765.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007662303186443858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7KVUCK3lI/AAAAAAAAADs/ktnvEAUzCxY/s320/12122006765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close-up. Snaky laky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7L1UCK3nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DR0d_DysvsA/s1600-h/12122006768.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007663952453885554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7L1UCK3nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DR0d_DysvsA/s320/12122006768.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a two headed centipede that crawled out of the soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7L1kCK3oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8AP1POJIioI/s1600-h/12122006767.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007663956748852866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7L1kCK3oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8AP1POJIioI/s320/12122006767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Me, multitasking......murdering and cam whoring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frankyly, this was my most enjoyable gardening experience. I dare say I enjoyed observing the over-rooted plant and &lt;em&gt;dissecting&lt;/em&gt; the centipede. It may seemed like animal cruelty, but I'm not a sadist....well, not really. Call SSPCA if you like, but thanks to my heroic act I saved one of the billions of human lives in this world.......ME! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7UpECK3qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MDvpsOzMZY4/s1600-h/sig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007673637605138082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7UpECK3qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MDvpsOzMZY4/s320/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-1859666403474159076?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1859666403474159076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=1859666403474159076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1859666403474159076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1859666403474159076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-sight.html' title='What a sight!'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RX7JJkCK3fI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SSmxLZ81n94/s72-c/12122006758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-1448431725307031424</id><published>2006-12-10T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:27.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Grease: The Prequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently listening: Left Outside Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't sleep. Still wide awake. Damn coffee. Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week, me mam, me aunt and I had dinner at a &lt;strong&gt;CHINESE &lt;/strong&gt;restaurant next to Dua Puluh Sen. As I browsed through the menu, I couldn't believe mis ojos. I'm not disparaging the chinese or whatever, but such error is definitely inexcusable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What error you might wonder....well, I should warn you that what you are about to see may cause shock and disbelief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, here goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&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:85%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should also warn you no food and drinks as it may cause choking and sputtering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's the gag?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are we there yet??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost there dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXsZnzgb5-I/AAAAAAAAACM/IWxcBcFGYUI/s1600-h/02122006666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006623582384285666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXsZnzgb5-I/AAAAAAAAACM/IWxcBcFGYUI/s320/02122006666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lamp chop anyone? I'm certain it's crispy and crunchy. }=}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not what you expected huh? Pity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywho, the pictures below was my lunch at Holiday Inn few days ago with me aunt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXsZoDgb5_I/AAAAAAAAACU/sTKZ0cc6fEg/s1600-h/06122006683.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006623586679252978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXsZoDgb5_I/AAAAAAAAACU/sTKZ0cc6fEg/s320/06122006683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grilled Sirloin Steak. 'Ono!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXsZoDgb6AI/AAAAAAAAACc/7u9nImQAZTg/s1600-h/06122006684.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006623586679252994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXsZoDgb6AI/AAAAAAAAACc/7u9nImQAZTg/s320/06122006684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ice Lemon Tea....my regular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trash! It's 5 am. A new record!!! Better head to bed.....~yawn~ ~buuuuuuuurp~ ......fishy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXsZnTgb59I/AAAAAAAAACE/RrvE9LrBJCI/s1600-h/sig.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006623573794351058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXsZnTgb59I/AAAAAAAAACE/RrvE9LrBJCI/s320/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-1448431725307031424?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1448431725307031424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=1448431725307031424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1448431725307031424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1448431725307031424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/12/grease-prequel.html' title='Grease: The Prequel'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXsZnzgb5-I/AAAAAAAAACM/IWxcBcFGYUI/s72-c/02122006666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-8414735307369942721</id><published>2006-12-10T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:27.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Grease: The Sequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently listening: Maunaleo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had deep fried fish for dinner. Before I could snap a shot, me mam and aunt attacked them faster than piranhas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006565785009383330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXrlDjgb56I/AAAAAAAAABY/CRp0Ptr4qz4/s320/09122006742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We enjoyed the fish so much that we left two pieces for leftover, where half of each was already eaten. I ate a piece for supper and saving the last piece for mi hermano. Most probably I'll be downing the last piece, but feel so bloated for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After dinner, me mam suggested to have coffee at me nanny's place. So, off we went despite the downpour, and I was back on duty. The journey to Kota Semarahan was rather stinky because of the bag of fish remnants me mam intended to dump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we arrived, me nanny prepared 3 glasses of hot black coffee. Being allergic (self-diagnosed) to coffee, I find my nanny's coffee doesn't give me the symptoms. I noticed everytime I take a cup of coffee eg. cappuccino, nescafe, kopi peng etc, I feel nausea and headache. Since I'm not a coffee sipper, I guess my body is caffeine intolerant. Damn, I'm never ever gonna be a caffeine addict. Trash! Anywho, I feel a bit nausea right now. Must be the mixture of fish breath and coffee that sickened my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coffee + Fish = Coffish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;COFFISH! How nauseating! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fastforward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While on our way home from Kota Semarahan, I stopped at a roundabout and me aunt immediately threw the bag of fish remnants to a nearby forest. Phew! What a relief! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;must &lt;/strong&gt;wash the car to rid the stench tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of car wash, I've been intending to wash the cars throughout the week, but the bad weather seems to keep obstructing me from doing so.......or is this just an excuse for me to not do it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006589802466502578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXr65jgb57I/AAAAAAAAABg/27nH_6YG4QE/s320/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-8414735307369942721?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/8414735307369942721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=8414735307369942721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/8414735307369942721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/8414735307369942721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/12/grease-sequel.html' title='Grease: The Sequel'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXrlDjgb56I/AAAAAAAAABY/CRp0Ptr4qz4/s72-c/09122006742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-1488497246379093502</id><published>2006-12-09T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:57:28.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Grease</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am having my break from driving this afternoon. I was suppose to drive me mam and aunt to Bako for chiak hong, but I woke up at 3.11 pm. I've ever awoken later than that, but I had to wake up early for my duty for the past few weeks, therefore today is my first time awaking after 3 pm since the last time I woke up late. Confusing? I thought so....or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywho, me mum and aunt came back from Bako with 3 big bags of fresh fish few minutes ago. Boy, they were heavy. I bet the fishmonger is having makan selamat with his family tonight from the lucrative business. As for us, we'll be having fish for dinner. Hurrah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As Bruce from Finding Nemo says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006473417442715442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXqRDDgb5zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rawEgqdt0WQ/s320/gang.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fish are friends NOT food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, who gives a damn...except Bruce and his gang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006473413147748130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXqRCzgb5yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KcPJ5o_MOYk/s320/bruce.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M HAVING FISH TONIGHT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I can eat dinner tonight as I still feel bloated and somewhat greasy from my brunch mi hermano bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006473421737682754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXqRDTgb50I/AAAAAAAAAAc/c_5EEaYcHsM/s320/09122006737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The meal was delicioso, but it was too oily and I had to take my time to finish it so I don't get drowned by the oiliness. After I finished, I washed down my brunch with a big gulp of mango drink. ~Buuuuuurp~ Dispénseme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn, its raining &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;durians&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rambutan&lt;/span&gt;s right now. Celaka! Could it be Typhoon Durian as I've been told? I HOPE, WISH &amp; PRAY it's NOT!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oops...heard me mam screaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will be continued.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006594423851313090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXr_Gjgb58I/AAAAAAAAAB4/T4PoWlBbEuc/s320/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-1488497246379093502?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1488497246379093502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=1488497246379093502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1488497246379093502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1488497246379093502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/12/grease.html' title='Grease'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/RXqRDDgb5zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rawEgqdt0WQ/s72-c/gang.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-1871707522143699563</id><published>2006-11-29T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:09:55.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compleaños'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Feliz Compleaños Mamita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently watching: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CSI: Crime Scene Investigation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dios Mio! I've been driving around Kuching nearly everyday for the past few weeks. From the south of Kuching to the north of Kuching and vice versa, you name the place, I've driven the place. For a person who DESPISES driving so much ends up being a driver. Sigh...As the saying goes, "TULAH!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, here are some pictures of me mam's belated birthday to ginger up this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/653848/20112006495.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/39226/20112006495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Pizzas my bro bought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/459460/20112006496.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ...with garlic breads and soups. Notice any optical illusions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On 21st November, mi tia insisted on chia-ing us a buffet dinner at Hilton to celebrate me mam's belated birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/405002/21112006515.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Round 1....full plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/57905/21112006516.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/744285/21112006516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving on to Round 2...3/4 plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/385417/21112006517.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/324404/21112006517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tasteless bihun soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/181167/21112006520.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/403866/21112006520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ais lychee for break time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/570166/21112006521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Continue Round 3...1/2 plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/268527/21112006522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dessert....ice-cream cakes, chocolate tart and smarties....sugary bliss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/270151/21112006525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, a birthday cake courtesy of Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After dinner, we ended up chatting at the lobby til 11+pm. Thank God for holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/723457/sig.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/190012/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-1871707522143699563?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1871707522143699563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=1871707522143699563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1871707522143699563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/1871707522143699563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/11/feliz-compleaos-mamita.html' title='Feliz Compleaños Mamita!'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-7291277702988574398</id><published>2006-11-24T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T19:39:55.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Currently listening: Whoville Medley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found these delicioso photos hidden in one of my folders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/627791/30092006215.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/641807/30092006215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Spaghetti with bolognaise sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/137044/30092006214.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/292058/30092006214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prawn salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/490653/30092006213.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/711832/30092006213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried prawns aka tempura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/533787/30092006212.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/853540/30092006212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicken shnitzels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those were Italian dishes prepared by mi Tia Monster y mi new godmadre, Carol few months ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's another one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/89082/05102006232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mee Mamak ordered through room service at Merdeka Palace. Muy delicioso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recommended at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Colours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/300190/17112006441.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/238274/17112006441.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/228057/17112006440.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/867642/17112006440.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/462798/17112006442.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/48027/17112006442.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice lemon tea + Ice cream + Country Lamb Chop = Cheap + Delicioso = RM11 + Bliss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunch cum dinner on Sunday from afternoon til evening at....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/307216/19112006486.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/562669/19112006486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Holiday Inn Damai Lagoon Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/201045/19112006485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cantonese style kuay tiaw for lunch and dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/622630/19112006487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baked cheese cake with vanilla ice cream for dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/172587/19112006491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrot juice with milk to wash em' all down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/112405/19112006484%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/376210/19112006484%20copy.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy hour!&lt;strong&gt; Hennessey XO&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Cordon Blue&lt;/strong&gt;? ....*looks at mi hermana* I'm&lt;em&gt; colden blur&lt;/em&gt;.... }=E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/934395/sig.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/585508/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-7291277702988574398?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7291277702988574398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=7291277702988574398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7291277702988574398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/7291277702988574398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-2038224196733634561</id><published>2006-11-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:12:22.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Hari Raya photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-85.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-85.slide.com&amp;channel=360287970190387077&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=360287970190387077&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;amp;amp;tt=17&amp;at=0&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-85.slide.com/p1/360287970190387077/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=360287970190387077&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;amp;amp;tt=17&amp;at=0&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-85.slide.com/p2/360287970190387077/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/889175/sig.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/759476/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-2038224196733634561?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/2038224196733634561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=2038224196733634561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/2038224196733634561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/2038224196733634561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/11/hari-raya-photos.html' title='Hari Raya photos'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-6551531604224995041</id><published>2006-11-23T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:59:43.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Charity? My &amp;!%#*@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently listening: What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far, my hibernation went productively well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week was a charitable week. First, I had to drop by at Inti to help collect donations for some charity as requested by my mentor. Frankly, I didn't mind helping coz I thought I would be called for work at the marketing department, which is NOT my area of expertise. Telemarketing, mind you. I'd feel guilty for calling students and force them in a way to enter this college. I think I'll discourage them instead of encouraging them. Heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since more than half of Inti students are having semester break, 99.9% of the donations were from the faculty. Yep. They were the only ones I approached for donation. It wasn't easy though while collecting from them. I was asked a few questions before they decide to genuinely donate. Probably they thought I'm some kind of scumbag, who snuck into the college to beg. Oh PORFAVOR! I know I'm cheap, but not that cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the charity is Social Welfare Council of Sarawak. This is the scumbag, whom I helped to beg for money. Sheesh! Well I'm glad I did this activity coz it took only an hour or two of my time whereas working takes about 3 hours for 2 to 3 days. Also I got the opportunity to ascertain the faculty's generosity. Some were PRETTY generous, some were NOT, few were VERY generous. And not to mention getting back at my HOP for obligating me to buy RM20 worth coupons for Intifest 2006, which I ended up not using and giving them to my lecturer instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another benefaction I did was especially for Farah. The Student Council of Sedaya International College Sarawak (SICS) organized a prom on 11th November 2006 at Harbour View. Since SICS is a very small community (...literally), Farah, the secretary of the student council had to help to look for outsiders to fill all 80 seats. So, being my occasional sympathetic-self, I agreed to attend her prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any typical prom, there was lucky draws, prom king and prom queen. However, what entertained me were the nominations for best comedy, best horror and best romance. Those were definitely original and creative although all the clips were acted by the student council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nominees for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Comedy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some Cantonese movie&lt;br /&gt;2. Phua Chu Kang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Mr Bean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Romance:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Full House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2. Kuch Kuch Ho Ta He...or wateva&lt;br /&gt;3. Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Horror:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Pontianak &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, the Mr Bean clip did not win because of the acting, it won because of my prefect's blazer, which was worn as Mr Bean's coat in the clip. Heh...perasan nye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/404778/11112006379.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/140192/11112006379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Night in the Spotlight. RM35.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/305396/11112006383.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/22769/11112006383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Farah &lt;em&gt;enjoying&lt;/em&gt; her octopussy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/514496/11112006380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/787989/11112006380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Standing) Jenny, Farah (Sitting) Elaine, Orang Utan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the only pictures I have. Wasn't in the mood to cam whore. Malu bah. So many strangers around. Honestly, I did enjoy myself despite being left alone at the student council table most of the time. The committees were busy doing their duties while I was busy eating and watching them being busy. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The week after that, no more charities, but errands. I can say I'm officially a full-time chauffeur, for free that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/398545/sig.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/56651/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-6551531604224995041?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/6551531604224995041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=6551531604224995041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/6551531604224995041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/6551531604224995041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/11/charity-my.html' title='Charity? My &amp;!%#*@'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-8274859977957244286</id><published>2006-11-22T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:23:38.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>The Ticking Kettle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently playing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/index.php?referral=491561" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gaia Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dios Mio! The air-con malfunctioned. Damn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/angry.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/angry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Am suffocating in my &lt;em&gt;office&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought I should post a short entry to pep up this place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/18112006462.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/18112006462.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/18112006462.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This isn't an ordinary kettle. It doesn't boil, it ticks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/18112006463.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/18112006463.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/18112006463.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In short, it's a timer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/18112006466.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/18112006466.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The actual size of this widget. Cute, innit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This timepiece can be found at Green Gallery, RH Plaza, BDC for only RM9.90. Available in other types of kitchen appliances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/1600/788625/sig.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/287809/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-8274859977957244286?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/8274859977957244286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=8274859977957244286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/8274859977957244286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/8274859977957244286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/11/ticking-kettle.html' title='The Ticking Kettle'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651035012592556177.post-4585030774238852035</id><published>2006-11-19T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:28:37.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><title type='text'>Opening Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Currently listening: Last Christmas by Jimmy Eat World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New blog. New style. Same boriang ol life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Started with blogger. Ended with blogger. Yep. If I'm not mistaken, I first signed up with blogger. Back then, I was into web designing, yet I lacked html knowledge. Thus, I abandoned my blogger account because I knew nothing about html. I then searched high and low for more blogs that are easier to design, more interactive and offer better features. So, I found the right one, &lt;a href="http://www.blogdrive.com"&gt;blogdrive&lt;/a&gt;. It offers free tagboard, calender, file manager, emos; simple template codes; currently listening, watching, reading thingamajig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been loyal to blogdrive for a little over two years now, the longest blogging system I've used so far. The reason I had to discontinue using blogdrive is because it has been driving me loco this past few days. What happened was I updated my blog last week, however I couldn't access it albeit refreshing the site numerous times. That's when I thought I should consider using blogger since it's less troublesome and currently has the beta version, which offers labeling feature. Ooooo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adios blogdrive! Muchos gracias for the piss-ful moments especially when errors occured in my self-made-and-coded layouts and the abrupt deletion of an entry that I'd spent my precious time typing. You seriously need a &lt;strong&gt;FIX&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm surprised though that Darren Shan, the author of The Saga of Darren Shan and Demonata, is using blogdrive. Of all the blogs in the internet, why blogdrive?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, hola blogger, you bugger! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6289/811893922435614/320/609370/sig.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651035012592556177-4585030774238852035?l=feamoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/feeds/4585030774238852035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6651035012592556177&amp;postID=4585030774238852035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/4585030774238852035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651035012592556177/posts/default/4585030774238852035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feamoda.blogspot.com/2006/11/opening-ceremony.html' title='Opening Ceremony'/><author><name>Count Fea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7UiG-HvymY/Sge5b6tPvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/aK2FgDprVZw/S220/Picture+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
