<?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-6271878646099100048</id><updated>2012-02-01T11:05:18.743+08:00</updated><category term='bloggers'/><category term='hot girls'/><category term='funny'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='Gary Chaw'/><category term='death'/><category term='Ipoh'/><category term='comic'/><category term='beef noodle'/><category term='UTM'/><category term='malaysian'/><category term='beautiful beach'/><category term='Samsung Galaxy 5'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='transsexual'/><category term='review'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='friends'/><category term='contest'/><category term='Pua Khein-Seng'/><category term='craps'/><category term='me'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='personal'/><category term='guys'/><category term='Valentine'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='rants'/><category term='language'/><category term='Pulau Perhentian'/><category term='BlackBerry'/><category term='ghost'/><category term='blog'/><category term='award'/><category term='opinions'/><category term='ID'/><category term='trip'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><category term='Jimmy Choo'/><category term='literature'/><category term='supernaturel'/><category term='lesbians'/><category term='Digi'/><category term='food'/><category term='Genting'/><category term='rumours'/><category term='design'/><category term='idiots'/><category term='paranormal'/><category term='love'/><category term='university'/><category term='pick up lines'/><category term='caroline'/><title type='text'>Embedded Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>WARNING: This blog contains various ideas and rants that would either bore you to death or provoke your mind endlessly. Read at your own risk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-797754954603688501</id><published>2011-01-04T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:00:00.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sabah Day 2 Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was desperately finding for this famous Sinsuran Sang Yuk Mee that &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt; told me about. But then I couldn’t find any so we end up having our breakfast here. The food here is just so so but the kolo mee is still not bad. Then we head to the Filipino Market nearby. Here are some of the shots over there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCR3Up1RTI/AAAAAAAABxo/cinYtnvCx8k/s1600-h/PC0905614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="PC090561" border="0" alt="PC090561" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCR4p-hAqI/AAAAAAAABxs/nHMmcSKjG9U/PC090561_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" height="284"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCR6QoNCbI/AAAAAAAABxw/Rd4SoGob8B8/s1600-h/PC0905554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="PC090555" border="0" alt="PC090555" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCR7JfxorI/AAAAAAAABx0/MKG8YZL1jFE/PC090555_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="378" height="284"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCR-WfE6YI/AAAAAAAABx4/WI61ush6D3Q/s1600-h/PC0905624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="PC090562" border="0" alt="PC090562" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCR_CpHaoI/AAAAAAAABx8/vthm07j7D74/PC090562_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="378" height="284"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSCR1aiSI/AAAAAAAAByE/eHuXWWwS5go/s1600-h/DSC_32284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3228" border="0" alt="DSC_3228" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSDGDvd_I/AAAAAAAAByI/c5fj3nyqaUU/DSC_3228_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="256"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSFK7MrcI/AAAAAAAAByM/nZxcqUVnv7E/s1600-h/DSC_32514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3251" border="0" alt="DSC_3251" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSGFKNQgI/AAAAAAAAByQ/3-CQSKdWM6s/DSC_3251_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="379" height="256"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next, we head to Mari-Mari Cultural Village. Honestly speaking, some of us are quite sceptical whether is it worth paying RM100 per person for a trip towards there including transportation. However, we found out that the entrance fee was actually RM75 per person and we get to use the transport whole day. So the RM100 is actually quite well spent in a way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSJolxnyI/AAAAAAAAByU/fdS4g59GLlc/s1600-h/DSC_32664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3266" border="0" alt="DSC_3266" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSKrpmpMI/AAAAAAAAByY/M3oVQtTpCJw/DSC_3266_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" height="252"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSMjPxjLI/AAAAAAAAByc/6hz1RcoV7Lg/s1600-h/DSC_33094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3309" border="0" alt="DSC_3309" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSNq9GJ2I/AAAAAAAAByg/DqX4yrHR7Cw/DSC_3309_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="376" height="254"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSRnB2v0I/AAAAAAAAByk/75ZTdXQYJB4/s1600-h/DSC_33265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3326" border="0" alt="DSC_3326" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSSuLM3vI/AAAAAAAAByo/mxyzbgjnwFY/DSC_3326_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="376" height="254"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSThl9rSI/AAAAAAAABys/QNKvItSZIRo/s1600-h/DSC_33324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3332" border="0" alt="DSC_3332" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSUm3d49I/AAAAAAAAByw/CVqPm4I8UYk/DSC_3332_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="241" height="357"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSX8Tuo8I/AAAAAAAABy0/XLFl1Ypg4xk/s1600-h/DSC_33334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3333" border="0" alt="DSC_3333" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSZDhczGI/AAAAAAAABy4/kMicu4Yjm28/DSC_3333_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="373" height="252"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Upon entering this Mari-Mari Cultural Village, I was (forced) elected to be the chief of the pack. My duties include meeting the chief of Mari-Mari Cultural Village to announce our arrival and also make peace with them. We are given a “warm” welcome ceremony here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSbcOVEqI/AAAAAAAABy8/l7zGWrngXBo/s1600-h/DSC_33704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3370" border="0" alt="DSC_3370" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCScaoIwlI/AAAAAAAABzA/zBXZaDMaxHg/DSC_3370_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="369" height="249"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSeVBQaII/AAAAAAAABzE/B-u1IikifAw/s1600-h/DSC_33984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3398" border="0" alt="DSC_3398" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSfeTvRvI/AAAAAAAABzI/f4EfmMsSVxU/DSC_3398_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="373" height="252"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCShrYYAmI/AAAAAAAABzM/DZUMs0kn0BA/s1600-h/DSC_34224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3422" border="0" alt="DSC_3422" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSikhuKuI/AAAAAAAABzQ/UmBAD_ufW34/DSC_3422_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="376" height="254"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Initially we are shocked by the constant shouting and yelling the chief did towards me. It’s some sort of their way of saying hello I was informed. My aunt was shocked till the point she thought everything was real. Hey, not meant to be rude, but I believe we don’t pay RM100 to get kicked out just by entering there. So obviously it was an act. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSk9H04OI/AAAAAAAABzU/kqfs2iR8iFQ/s1600-h/DSC_34794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3479" border="0" alt="DSC_3479" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSlwvLmxI/AAAAAAAABzY/QkYRlYbQA4M/DSC_3479_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" height="253"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSn3WmpNI/AAAAAAAABzc/uhpIMik4kto/s1600-h/DSC_34864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3486" border="0" alt="DSC_3486" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSowI24XI/AAAAAAAABzg/ErgR_d1_e_A/DSC_3486_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="379" height="256"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSsB1VsgI/AAAAAAAABzk/kofaYis1UAs/s1600-h/DSC_36444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3644" border="0" alt="DSC_3644" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCStKPpz0I/AAAAAAAABzo/VKHGSf1_d_g/DSC_3644_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="256"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSvptNCmI/AAAAAAAABzs/mGmh1dwr4jQ/s1600-h/DSC_35804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3580" border="0" alt="DSC_3580" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSwWBji7I/AAAAAAAABzw/sMCsgAY2TeQ/DSC_3580_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="382" height="258"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are briefed with every single type of traditional houses and also tribes there. We learned about their culture and tradition.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSyqGgmWI/AAAAAAAABz0/gvT9HfvKvf8/s1600-h/DSC_33764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3376" border="0" alt="DSC_3376" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCSz3WIvpI/AAAAAAAABz4/mOkrSMDRk8g/DSC_3376_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" height="260"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCS2mTzI0I/AAAAAAAABz8/VTdx1a5eqE8/s1600-h/DSC_35254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3525" border="0" alt="DSC_3525" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCS3g81cJI/AAAAAAAAB0A/X8Vvipkz2uw/DSC_3525_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="260"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCS5OMt_pI/AAAAAAAAB0E/G46wld5OW4U/s1600-h/DSC_35224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3522" border="0" alt="DSC_3522" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCS5vvjPNI/AAAAAAAAB0I/K2HpYXNUdy0/DSC_3522_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="387" height="261"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCS7okzTfI/AAAAAAAAB0M/HimHkWSsa78/s1600-h/DSC_36604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3660" border="0" alt="DSC_3660" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCS8uT82FI/AAAAAAAAB0U/xUKPaTdNXog/DSC_3660_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" height="262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And my favourite part of the day, getting a tattoo! This tattoo is usually done by them to symbolize status and power. So what did I got? The symbol of Chief of the Pack!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCS-mxtBAI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/jiYGm1WS8WQ/s1600-h/DSC_36804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3680" border="0" alt="DSC_3680" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCS_i-7iUI/AAAAAAAAB0c/ythM0vNE498/DSC_3680_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="387" height="261"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTBC8QpII/AAAAAAAAB0g/enWcXsaJ5x4/s1600-h/DSC_36884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3688" border="0" alt="DSC_3688" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTCIkF_GI/AAAAAAAAB0k/QKo6NsKuTJE/DSC_3688_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="242" height="359"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTDiO11pI/AAAAAAAAB0o/4gHpk4abt6c/s1600-h/DSC_36904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3690" border="0" alt="DSC_3690" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTEeGqsqI/AAAAAAAAB0s/puCpV9rSaRo/DSC_3690_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="241" height="358"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Me and my bad ass tattoo!! WOOHOO!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we are entertained with several performances.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTGoyztxI/AAAAAAAAB0w/cLp4jjBCWV4/s1600-h/DSC_37224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3722" border="0" alt="DSC_3722" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTH2rWNXI/AAAAAAAAB00/tf_ZEnWQTvU/DSC_3722_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" height="272"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTJh7s1hI/AAAAAAAAB04/zAO8cLsJJgQ/s1600-h/DSC_37234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3723" border="0" alt="DSC_3723" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTLRjDuKI/AAAAAAAAB08/pJCVId1_BKQ/DSC_3723_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" height="273"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTOj9Xd0I/AAAAAAAAB1A/E11kduQ2fq4/s1600-h/DSC_37264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3726" border="0" alt="DSC_3726" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTPqfcF6I/AAAAAAAAB1E/uWKsmaLONGM/DSC_3726_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" height="275"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTSs636kI/AAAAAAAAB1I/as-f0RVaiK4/s1600-h/DSC_37334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3733" border="0" alt="DSC_3733" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTUHMSylI/AAAAAAAAB1M/lP1-WjgSY3s/DSC_3733_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="410" height="276"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTWR_ZjbI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/i_5-vkYPE4c/s1600-h/DSC_37374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3737" border="0" alt="DSC_3737" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTXVly4PI/AAAAAAAAB1U/6Zl79V1Kajs/DSC_3737_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="413" height="278"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTZRqyHII/AAAAAAAAB1Y/zQp7kJAeEfw/s1600-h/DSC_37644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3764" border="0" alt="DSC_3764" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTaxKpkaI/AAAAAAAAB1c/4fWrPN9VuRE/DSC_3764_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="417" height="281"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTdcyOIyI/AAAAAAAAB1g/SLd8Ue6RdXY/s1600-h/DSC_37634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3763" border="0" alt="DSC_3763" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTe4bFXnI/AAAAAAAAB1k/zWNCqhdAnAs/DSC_3763_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="419" height="282"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTgqnGfVI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Wu78g3H5Szg/s1600-h/DSC_37654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3765" border="0" alt="DSC_3765" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCTh0V15II/AAAAAAAAB1s/8_S8K-MuVTQ/DSC_3765_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" height="283"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are served with lunch and I got to say, the food is actually not bad. That’s all for now. There will be more regarding this trip so stay tuned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I heard something stupid actually from a tourist. She said this. “&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Wah, cannot believe they can make this rope(handmade by them). So strong ah. Our modern day also don’t think can make as strong. Must really respect them from now on.&lt;/font&gt; “&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What? You can’t respect them at first? They do survive without any modern technology you know? Quite ignorant to me. And funny as well…LOL&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-797754954603688501?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/797754954603688501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/797754954603688501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2011/01/sabah-day-2-part-1.html' title='Sabah Day 2 Part 1'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCR4p-hAqI/AAAAAAAABxs/nHMmcSKjG9U/s72-c/PC090561_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-9141827300912522817</id><published>2011-01-02T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:38:11.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samsung Galaxy 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Samsung Galaxy 5–Worth The Shot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Recently I got my hands on a Samsung Galaxy 5 for a short moment. I actually wanted to buy this phone before getting my hands on my current Garmin-Asus A50. At the price of only RM699, it’s normal to have some doubts whether how well can this Smartphone fares off as a low-end smartphone. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNPe9VdGI/AAAAAAAABwI/Z_Z1lp0xelw/s1600-h/Untitled-1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Untitled-1" border="0" alt="Untitled-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNQoxtkkI/AAAAAAAABwM/L6YxW1MQ3kY/Untitled-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="423" height="280"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Pic from &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.samsungmobile.com/mobile-phones/samsung-galaxy5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;http://my.samsungmobile.com/mobile-phones/samsung-galaxy5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And in this 1 week, I get to fully experience this phone. There’s only one thing in mind when i first got my hands on this device, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;“Wah, so small one.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNR3sxM-I/AAAAAAAABwQ/7hwNKkAqrSA/s1600-h/2010-12-31%2014.57.27%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-12-31 14.57.27" border="0" alt="2010-12-31 14.57.27" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNTDX5K5I/AAAAAAAABwU/h7yuHayOfJs/2010-12-31%2014.57.27_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With the price of only RM699, I naturally have a lower expectations of the phone such as the following:&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;1. Slow accelerometer response&lt;br&gt;2. Low screen resolution&lt;br&gt;3. Screen too small for typing comfort&lt;br&gt;4. Lacking on functionality&lt;br&gt;5. Bad camera&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNU0taCTI/AAAAAAAABwY/tn3z66z_ZB4/s1600-h/2010-12-31%2014.57.50%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-12-31 14.57.50" border="0" alt="2010-12-31 14.57.50" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNXGNQE8I/AAAAAAAABwc/zim93ap1KBw/2010-12-31%2014.57.50_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The first thing I test out on this phone is the accelerometer response. Surprisingly, it is quite responsive. I’m making this judgement based on comparison with a smartphone I previously owned which still might cost around RM1.8k to RM2k. That phone I used, had quite a slow accelerometer response and sometimes I had to wait several seconds to get the screen to align itself. While at times, it didn’t work at all. For this Samsung Galaxy 5, this is not much of an issue. Of course it might due to lag of installed apps but so is the smartphone that I compared with. I think Samsung did a fairly good job in that functionality which I think is the most important feature for a smartphone as small as Samsung Galaxy 5.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="2"&gt;(I’m not going to reveal the smartphone that I compared with as I think&amp;nbsp; should not tarnish the brand like that. Several hints are the phone is not my current A50, running on Windows Mobile 6.5 and is one of the leading smartphone brand in the market right now)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNYnfR6SI/AAAAAAAABwg/beC_FGFd7dc/s1600-h/2011-01-01%2012.19.54%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2011-01-01 12.19.54" border="0" alt="2011-01-01 12.19.54" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNZ_a83SI/AAAAAAAABwk/1MDqy6V_swE/2011-01-01%2012.19.54_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As for the low screen resolution, I guess this is to be expected for a price of only RM699. However, I think it is still ok and the colors are still very acceptable and nice. My judgement of its resolution are always blinded by the awesomeness of my dad’s Samsung Galaxy S AMOLED screen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNbMSs9xI/AAAAAAAABwo/4olYTCkHDtM/s1600-h/2011-01-01%2012.19.31%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2011-01-01 12.19.31" border="0" alt="2011-01-01 12.19.31" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNctvtvTI/AAAAAAAABws/zKpqGEQF12Y/2011-01-01%2012.19.31_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As for the 2.8” screen, it is definitely too small for me for my typing comfort. I like my touch screen phone to be bigger. I guess this should appeal to people who want their phone to be small and elegant. it is not to my taste and I do have some problems typing on its QWERTY keypad. However, I love the Swype function in this phone. You can even choose to “write” on the full 2.8” screen itself. I’m not used to this way of typing but I think if you are used to it, this shouldn’t be a problem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNeRb8FkI/AAAAAAAABww/oOKa3VOpMFA/s1600-h/2011-01-01%2012.20.37%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2011-01-01 12.20.37" border="0" alt="2011-01-01 12.20.37" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNfa6k_6I/AAAAAAAABw0/Gr00rTK6Sl0/2011-01-01%2012.20.37_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Swype Function&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The camera quality is actually not bad in my opinion. See and be the judge yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNhKeqNZI/AAAAAAAABw4/PeQxZg_1RXA/s1600-h/2010-12-25%2011.50.58%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-12-25 11.50.58" border="0" alt="2010-12-25 11.50.58" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNivlp8LI/AAAAAAAABw8/sNGB0g9HpDI/2010-12-25%2011.50.58_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNlAZ879I/AAAAAAAABxA/v5gbTn8B160/s1600-h/2010-12-31%2020.15.28%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-12-31 20.15.28" border="0" alt="2010-12-31 20.15.28" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNn9sVSLI/AAAAAAAABxE/UmS5c8_4nEc/2010-12-31%2020.15.28_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;This is actually a night outdoor shot. Pretty good for such a camera.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I thought the phone might be lacking on functionality but I guess you can never go wrong with its Android 2.1 OS. You can download apps from the Android Market and if that’s not enough. There’s a market place called Samsung Apps where you can download apps as well. Pretty cool if you ask me as I get an extra market to download from.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNrUi8zMI/AAAAAAAABxI/p9uUFfLSQ0Q/s1600-h/2010-12-31%2014.58.23%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-12-31 14.58.23" border="0" alt="2010-12-31 14.58.23" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNsnt-7hI/AAAAAAAABxM/SKGwp-WstvM/2010-12-31%2014.58.23_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNuntka0I/AAAAAAAABxQ/nAnRS3I27tU/s1600-h/2010-12-31%2014.58.40%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-12-31 14.58.40" border="0" alt="2010-12-31 14.58.40" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNvsOUxFI/AAAAAAAABxU/XK6G34ncgDE/2010-12-31%2014.58.40_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For those who are wondering, there are some apps on Samsung Apps that are not available on the Android Market and vice versa. So there you go. Definitely Twice the fun. It had all the basic social apps such as Facebook, Twitter and Youtube. So there wouldn’t be much complains from me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNw-94_6I/AAAAAAAABxY/6chHTp5F-mM/s1600-h/2010-12-31%2014.58.00%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-12-31 14.58.00" border="0" alt="2010-12-31 14.58.00" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNyOJEJzI/AAAAAAAABxc/TuCDSM-BOyg/2010-12-31%2014.58.00_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The design is quite cool to me. I like the combination of glossy black and black meta texture on the phone. It’s quite cool and it doesn’t really look like a low-end phone at first glance. There are some bad points on it such as it can’t watch HD videos, camera quality can be better etc. However, being at the price of only RM699, I think it is quite a catch to buy this phone. I still think it is worth all the money.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNzWc8KdI/AAAAAAAABxg/NrYZ4exK3E8/s1600-h/2010-12-31%2014.59.01%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-12-31 14.59.01" border="0" alt="2010-12-31 14.59.01" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCN0fuG5-I/AAAAAAAABxk/qjCjv0fg1AY/2010-12-31%2014.59.01_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;My rating out of 10 (based on the value of money) would be a 7. 7/10. It’s worth the RM699 and definitely for those who wanted a good phone with low budget.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-9141827300912522817?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/9141827300912522817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/9141827300912522817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2011/01/samsung-galaxy-5worth-shot.html' title='Samsung Galaxy 5–Worth The Shot?'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TSCNQoxtkkI/AAAAAAAABwM/L6YxW1MQ3kY/s72-c/Untitled-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-6447562920257916877</id><published>2011-01-01T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:36:32.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>It Was 10 And It Is 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Year 2010 is going to pass us by. Since I did a similar post like this, so I thought, why not make it a tradition right? So let me reflect on certain things including some resolutions of mine which are successful of course. Shall we?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vF5qRHrI/AAAAAAAABvY/FWPjMo1M93w/s1600-h/Pulau%20Perhentian%20Day%202_139%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Pulau Perhentian Day 2_139" border="0" alt="Pulau Perhentian Day 2_139" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vGp_9wKI/AAAAAAAABvc/AgV5qyB2E3o/Pulau%20Perhentian%20Day%202_139_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" height="239"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking back at 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f81bd"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;1. Graduate on time&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vHnVO7BI/AAAAAAAABvg/9lA7h3QbX7s/s1600-h/33547_433830434471_664379471_5136953_3358897_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="33547_433830434471_664379471_5136953_3358897_n" border="0" alt="33547_433830434471_664379471_5136953_3358897_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vIao9-OI/AAAAAAAABvk/nr4dO3WaC7Q/33547_433830434471_664379471_5136953_3358897_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="229" height="339"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I manage to graduate on time!! I was kinda edgy the whole beginning of the year. I was worried if I can graduate this year. My course had been really tough but I am gad I can remain unbeaten and graduate on time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;2. Go to the beach&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vKrEHUmI/AAAAAAAABvo/FmzalFiDtuw/s1600-h/DSC_1113%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_1113" border="0" alt="DSC_1113" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vLZYCcVI/AAAAAAAABvs/nFNWqV-C7sM/DSC_1113_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="382" height="258"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I always wanted to go to the beach and Bali or Phuket had been my target. However, I am able to go to Pulau Perhentian which the experience is totally superb. I love everything about it. Except for the food that is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;3. Meeting more people.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vMUjv05I/AAAAAAAABvw/5V67RW3CHiE/s1600-h/163428_485341869472_661834472_5768349_2587882_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="163428_485341869472_661834472_5768349_2587882_n" border="0" alt="163428_485341869472_661834472_5768349_2587882_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vNYoIscI/AAAAAAAABv0/iqlNVs4ySq8/163428_485341869472_661834472_5768349_2587882_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" height="287"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hey, seriously I cannot be happier meeting up new people like &lt;a href="http://www.submerryn.com"&gt;Merryn&lt;/a&gt;, and the rest. Who would have thought that we can click so well together. I didn’t thought so initially.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;4. Meeting&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vQhAR7eI/AAAAAAAABv4/DoMVvSf6rNQ/s1600-h/PC100697%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="PC100697" border="0" alt="PC100697" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vRiX337I/AAAAAAAABv8/9HStqtXqJRY/PC100697_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="382" height="288"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Probably the best thing that ever happened to me in 2010. Every moment with her is a total blessing. Although we did have quite some arguments but then I hope this will not repeat in the year 2011. I’m sorry for all the mistakes that I had in 2010 and I will try to be better for you in this coming year. Love you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;5. Getting a job within my field of interest&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After some rough start of my career life, I did finally have a job where I can learn a lot and also to improve. I know this job will be very tough and hectic but shall see how things go from here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Looking forward to 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;1. My first travelling experience with Caroline&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeap. We have some travelling ideas ahead. It’s a secret of course and definitely looking forward for it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;2. Getting a DSLR…FOR REAL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before the travelling, I need to get a DSLR! Since I’m already working, I think this should be VERY possible this year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;3. Planning for the future&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have several plans for myself for the future. And hopefully the plans can be completed by this year. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think this year, I’m not going to make so many resolutions as I should take things at my own pace. I would definitely hope my relationship with Caroline to be much better. And to everyone who read this, Happy New Year and may you have a great 2011.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vS_eSJyI/AAAAAAAABwA/GqXhku8XCPY/s1600-h/Happy-2011%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Happy-2011" border="0" alt="Happy-2011" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vT2X7M4I/AAAAAAAABwE/F9rWB3kpZQk/Happy-2011_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484"&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/6271878646099100048-6447562920257916877?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6447562920257916877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6447562920257916877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-was-10-and-it-is-11.html' title='It Was 10 And It Is 11'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TR6vGp_9wKI/AAAAAAAABvc/AgV5qyB2E3o/s72-c/Pulau%20Perhentian%20Day%202_139_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-9129188250937130782</id><published>2010-12-24T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T22:53:27.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Secret Santa And Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How do you plan on celebrating your Christmas? Or like me, you had celebrated yours way earlier than 25th of December? Like some of you had known by reading this post by Merryn and this other post by Witch, we had a Secret Santa occasion going on and everyone had a blast. It is very worthy to blog and must i say, we definitely had a darn good time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSwfBXMkrI/AAAAAAAABts/rKDxGWbebHo/s1600-h/163428_485341869472_661834472_5768349_2587882_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="163428_485341869472_661834472_5768349_2587882_n" border="0" alt="163428_485341869472_661834472_5768349_2587882_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSwf4VdhsI/AAAAAAAABt0/nD08qK707DQ/163428_485341869472_661834472_5768349_2587882_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="411" height="309"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Blogging about how we had DOG FOOD and how good the food taste should be quite predictable by now. But I just blog out some things that they left out and as usual, some interesting facts I wanna point out from this gathering.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Much to my surprise, no on blogged about how “GENIUS” I was that day with &lt;a href="http://www.submerryn.com"&gt;Merryn&lt;/a&gt; even asking me is it my genius day today. &lt;a href="http://foongpc.blogspot.com"&gt;Foong&lt;/a&gt; was there the earliest and I was actually the second there. However, much to my horror, I forgot to bring both me and &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt;’s presents over there. It is a 20 minutes journey from my house so I had to rush back to get it and return to my place. I saw &lt;a href="http://www.iamthewitch.com"&gt;Witch&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lionelong.com"&gt;Saucer&lt;/a&gt; arriving before I left but I was too rush to honk and say hi. Caroline was left speechless by my act so I got nothing more to elaborate on that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So in the end, I took 1 hour to officially check in at that place. I saw everyone was already there. The gang includes &lt;a href="http://grey-ang.com"&gt;Grey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.adrianleong.com"&gt;Adrian&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hausofkaka.blogspot.com"&gt;Erika&lt;/a&gt; as well.To our amazement, I went back to retrieve my present and return, order my meal and finish it up and still &lt;a href="http://quachee.blogspot.com"&gt;QuaChee&lt;/a&gt; is nowhere to be seen!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSwhPH-HeI/AAAAAAAABt8/TM0ymbnlC7M/s1600-h/163738_485691774472_661834472_5775296_4123566_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="163738_485691774472_661834472_5775296_4123566_n" border="0" alt="163738_485691774472_661834472_5775296_4123566_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSwh3SXz-I/AAAAAAAABuA/_CvqRwuEuNA/163738_485691774472_661834472_5775296_4123566_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="406" height="306"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Actually initially when i reached there, there’s a vacant seat beside Foong and I thought wanted to sit there since that’s the only empty one available but Adrian and Foong both warn me and say “Sit if you wanna be stupid.” I cannot understand why at first and then when I saw Foong’s shirt, I rather go and take an empty chair and sit at the end of the table.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I become some sort of Santa Claus here as I am the one who distribute the presents while talking to Caroline on the phone. And what did I got from my Secret Santa?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSwiyr4qgI/AAAAAAAABuM/xJJWebPOvuw/s1600-h/68175_184264401590660_160461327304301_708361_7266272_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="68175_184264401590660_160461327304301_708361_7266272_n" border="0" alt="68175_184264401590660_160461327304301_708361_7266272_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSwjV8NMnI/AAAAAAAABuQ/aKGTmHtWo_U/68175_184264401590660_160461327304301_708361_7266272_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="289" height="404"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A black book. Please don’t think other stuff ok?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSwkWbTafI/AAAAAAAABuc/uchWJRc8-x8/s1600-h/164425_184264464923987_160461327304301_708368_3280179_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="164425_184264464923987_160461327304301_708368_3280179_n" border="0" alt="164425_184264464923987_160461327304301_708368_3280179_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSwk1T0kKI/AAAAAAAABug/qszfAyRjIbY/164425_184264464923987_160461327304301_708368_3280179_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" height="265"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I guessed correctly my Secret Santa as QuaChee. There’s a reason for it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I felt the present and I guessed it is a book. I unwrapped my present and immediately saw some typography on the cover of the book with the words &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;“Words &amp;amp; Ideas Can Change The World”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am not so sure whether did QuaChee read my blog before as I think the statement can describe my blog the best. I do tend to start this blog to make some changes and provoke the thoughts of my readers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSwmp8q7EI/AAAAAAAABus/vgkazox3RPs/s1600-h/2010-12-24%2021.24.12%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-12-24 21.24.12" border="0" alt="2010-12-24 21.24.12" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSwnGdxUQI/AAAAAAAABuw/6AKnN6ZAJT0/2010-12-24%2021.24.12_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="392" height="295"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But then what makes me guessed correctly, as the statement can be a very inspiring statement and who else but QuaChee who had a thing for good design and inspirational stuff. And he did told me that this book was gotten overseas which is definitely a plus point. Thanks a lot to my Secret Santa!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another thing that made me guessed correctly because when I declare my present is unwrapped, QuaChee stood up and said “You didn’t wrap? You made me wrap my present you know?”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSz29itLMI/AAAAAAAABu8/kGZkBVz04i4/s1600-h/2010-12-24%2021.25.38%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-12-24 21.25.38" border="0" alt="2010-12-24 21.25.38" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSz32FogyI/AAAAAAAABvA/Cj7elS59pAM/2010-12-24%2021.25.38_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" height="382"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was overall an awesome gathering which I wanted to point out these several things. Who said that true friendship can’t blossom through the internet? Most of us had plans but we still make time to meet with each other. That’s what good friends will do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even though Caroline could not join us this year, she still made her presence felt by talking to her Secret Santa, Saucer and her recipient, Erika on the phone. Let me point out something. How many of you ever had such bond with people that you met on regular basis and met each other before getting to know them?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To me, this is a modern way of showing the Christmas spirit through the help of technology. Can Christmas get any better? That’s all for now. Merry Christmas to everyone and may you guys have a great celebration for this awesome day.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSz46melCI/AAAAAAAABvE/eQ7f3XCLu9k/s1600-h/2010-12-24%2021.25.49%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2010-12-24 21.25.49" border="0" alt="2010-12-24 21.25.49" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSz5Uo29II/AAAAAAAABvI/WH6Mo3olZxo/2010-12-24%2021.25.49_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="284" height="377"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;P/S: &lt;em&gt;I still thinking what to do with this present. I thought want to make it as a sketchbook but it just doesn’t seem right. I want something creative. Any ideas? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-9129188250937130782?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/9129188250937130782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/9129188250937130782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/12/secret-santa-and-merry-christmas.html' title='Secret Santa And Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TRSwf4VdhsI/AAAAAAAABt0/nD08qK707DQ/s72-c/163428_485341869472_661834472_5768349_2587882_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-1095770223439744598</id><published>2010-12-18T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:55:04.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caroline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Labuan And Sabah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sorry for abandoning my blog, I guess I can only blog during weekends since I’m having this job. Anyway, most of you knew that my family had a trip over to Kota Kinabalu last 8th of December 2010. I know most of you have some similar questions so I’m just gonna answer them here without you guys asking those questions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKgmKV-SI/AAAAAAAABqc/Ba0kvCJzR9A/s1600-h/DSC_4053%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_4053" border="0" alt="DSC_4053" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKhqJlthI/AAAAAAAABqg/7rxkDkFiV5w/DSC_4053_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="562" height="377"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. No, I didn’t propose the trip to there for my family. My mom the one wanted to go.&lt;br&gt;2. No, my mom wanted to go there not because Caroline is there.&lt;br&gt;3. No, the guy on the other end of the photo is not my elder brother but my YOUNGER brother.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;So due to the major difference in ticket price, my family decide to fly to Labuan first before taking the ferry. We we went over there to do some sightseeing. So what is the MUST DO thing in Labuan?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKjKkIT0I/AAAAAAAABqk/L9kOCMroh74/s1600-h/DSC_3109%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3109" border="0" alt="DSC_3109" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKkDz8hMI/AAAAAAAABqo/oVxkQcfdoLY/DSC_3109_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="325" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shopping for cheap alcohol, chocolates and cigarettes of course.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we stop by for lunch and honestly, the kolo mee here actually very nice. And I found out something. Ordering a bottle of beer is much worth it than iced coffee. I ordered my usual Kopi Ais which cost RM2 which shocked me because over in Selangor, the most expensive Kopi Ais I had is RM1.60. Bottle of beer here cost about RM5. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKl0d0SGI/AAAAAAAABqs/mQ_pDozFdsA/s1600-h/DSC_3127%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3127" border="0" alt="DSC_3127" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKmrJ9R8I/AAAAAAAABqw/ljcdM2BE9sI/DSC_3127_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="451" height="303"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKoT9pDuI/AAAAAAAABq0/rhnD3O-Iwrk/s1600-h/PC080484%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="PC080484" border="0" alt="PC080484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKqHH0H2I/AAAAAAAABq4/rkxsVGnKcpQ/PC080484_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="452" height="340"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKr5LwxpI/AAAAAAAABq8/RSofpdinOnc/s1600-h/PC080485%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="PC080485" border="0" alt="PC080485" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKs84H20I/AAAAAAAABrA/6eOd1KTzKX4/PC080485_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="452" height="340"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Kolo Mee&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKuczLJ0I/AAAAAAAABrE/_PWy9SzuCDU/s1600-h/PC080486%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="PC080486" border="0" alt="PC080486" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKvLpXaCI/AAAAAAAABrI/rNngi5IdOY0/PC080486_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="452" height="340"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Honestly, this is way TOO LITTLE. My family usually have several plates FULL of chillis rather than a few pieces.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKxOFAAaI/AAAAAAAABrM/zIbrcPEX9uE/s1600-h/PC080489%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="PC080489" border="0" alt="PC080489" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKy4tMe8I/AAAAAAAABrQ/B8iq3VJF2Pk/PC080489_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="456" height="343"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzK0vfK4HI/AAAAAAAABrU/fQE-gmbf8Pw/s1600-h/PC080490%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="PC080490" border="0" alt="PC080490" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzK1rtKbqI/AAAAAAAABrY/FwnacFUNoOU/PC080490_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="455" height="342"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we took a ferry to Kota Kinabalu which is 3 hours and 30 minutes long. After about 3 hours of flight, another 3 hours of ferry ride, my back and neck seems like had aged 50 years. When we reach there, we checked in to Cititel Express Kota Kinabalu in Asia City. Honestly, the hotel is much better than I expected as the Cititel over here in Mid Valley are famous for prostitution. The one in KK is definitely a total opposite of the one over here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzK3FolBJI/AAAAAAAABrc/qTuZG3u2DFw/s1600-h/PC080522%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="PC080522" border="0" alt="PC080522" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzK4KLrVgI/AAAAAAAABrg/-yPnCfaKUNY/PC080522_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="444" height="334"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At Jesselton Point&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzK5Nb__nI/AAAAAAAABrk/i5VoMdIuZDQ/s1600-h/PC080534%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="PC080534" border="0" alt="PC080534" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzK5xPjeaI/AAAAAAAABro/lDiSOvU3iJI/PC080534_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="254" height="338"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzK7zu9jJI/AAAAAAAABrs/ix-TF2N6e14/s1600-h/PC080536%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="PC080536" border="0" alt="PC080536" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzK8sCYHAI/AAAAAAAABrw/aUwQkHCrMOs/PC080536_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="438" height="330"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At Cititel Express Kota Kinabalu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At night we had seafood dinner at Old Village Seafood located at Asia City. According to my parents, some of the seafood price are actually comparable to the ones in Selangor and some even more expensive. And they had high expectations for the seafood over here as many people said it is cheap and fresh. I can say after seeing those prices, they are slightly disappointed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzK_fi3xmI/AAAAAAAABr0/1BOR84yjw7M/s1600-h/DSC_3145%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3145" border="0" alt="DSC_3145" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLADkK-0I/AAAAAAAABr4/kinBum5vvwY/DSC_3145_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="436" height="294"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLB-UzvWI/AAAAAAAABr8/fHdFWXQ85tE/s1600-h/DSC_3150%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3150" border="0" alt="DSC_3150" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLCnrnFmI/AAAAAAAABsA/uLkOTs883F0/DSC_3150_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="439" height="296"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLEhisWaI/AAAAAAAABsE/WCLeuWUPRAs/s1600-h/DSC_3154%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3154" border="0" alt="DSC_3154" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLFSs363I/AAAAAAAABsI/CXDVg_Eq4FI/DSC_3154_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="443" height="299"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLGw0xCuI/AAAAAAAABsM/GpzdNBL-yzw/s1600-h/DSC_3160%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3160" border="0" alt="DSC_3160" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLHu0PKVI/AAAAAAAABsQ/frsvMi6K41U/DSC_3160_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="445" height="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLJZT10YI/AAAAAAAABsU/p5QoVJ1paSg/s1600-h/DSC_3165%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3165" border="0" alt="DSC_3165" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLKDlDvbI/AAAAAAAABsc/T-kcKOUlHD0/DSC_3165_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="447" height="301"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This plate of crab only RM16!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLLTZMZKI/AAAAAAAABsg/2m_RI8fGYn4/s1600-h/DSC_3166%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_3166" border="0" alt="DSC_3166" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLMWLk4tI/AAAAAAAABsk/Yz5sP2dWxbU/DSC_3166_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="448" height="302"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However, they had some promotion over certain seafood which is very cheap. And one thing I can say, the freshness of the seafood over here are totally in a different level compare to the ones in Selangor. The seafood is delicious due to their freshness and I cannot express it well through words. You got to try it to know it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLNYivVXI/AAAAAAAABso/GG_57pdB3MU/s1600-h/156706_485373813240_713803240_5771395_3172454_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="156706_485373813240_713803240_5771395_3172454_n" border="0" alt="156706_485373813240_713803240_5771395_3172454_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLOJN7cUI/AAAAAAAABss/TO7XjlmQCQ8/156706_485373813240_713803240_5771395_3172454_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" height="383"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Later at night, I get to meet my love one while the rest of the family went over to a nearby night market to walk around. Darling Caroline bought ikan bakar for me and my family. No doubt, one of the best ikan bakar I had although I had quite few ikan bakar in my life. I especially love the chilli paste which is hot enough for me. Totally superb. Too bad no pictures are taken and I’m still full over the seafood dinner. That’s all for now. Stay tuned for my Mari-Mari and Tanjung Aru post!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLPMJwltI/AAAAAAAABsw/FmLCiO6eB3M/s1600-h/151006_485373588240_713803240_5771394_3515261_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="151006_485373588240_713803240_5771394_3515261_n" border="0" alt="151006_485373588240_713803240_5771394_3515261_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLP2q9d5I/AAAAAAAABs0/x--m1H_Qcjo/151006_485373588240_713803240_5771394_3515261_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="423" height="318"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Salmiah (Caroline’s friend), my dear Caroline, Me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLQzxJS9I/AAAAAAAABs4/4_mqRnhFFgc/s1600-h/162772_485369173240_713803240_5771314_549492_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="162772_485369173240_713803240_5771314_549492_n" border="0" alt="162772_485369173240_713803240_5771314_549492_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzLRm_Wr2I/AAAAAAAABs8/k9mRWlbWjMI/162772_485369173240_713803240_5771314_549492_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="282" height="374"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P/S: It felt really nice meeting Caroline after such a long period of time. Kinda wished that night would be much longer that time. Although I’m tired but it’s all worthwhile. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-1095770223439744598?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1095770223439744598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1095770223439744598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/12/labuan-and-sabah.html' title='Labuan And Sabah'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TQzKhqJlthI/AAAAAAAABqg/7rxkDkFiV5w/s72-c/DSC_4053_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-6116482115125602678</id><published>2010-12-03T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:52:15.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caroline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>The Birthday Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I bet most of you people have read about my &lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-my-dear-caroline.html"&gt;blog post for Caroline’s birthday&lt;/a&gt; right? And also most of you have read the Hidden Message behind this poem from &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com/2010/12/am-officially-21.html"&gt;Caroline’s blog post&lt;/a&gt; right? If you don’t, I reveal it here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TPj2CvivxRI/AAAAAAAABqU/6a8QMdvBg10/s1600-h/IMG_5620%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5620" border="0" alt="IMG_5620" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TPj2DTZ88xI/AAAAAAAABqY/oRNkDyFurMc/IMG_5620_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;I seek a gift, Cruising along the ocean breeze,&lt;br&gt;Love was a myth, At least until I saw you, miss,&lt;br&gt;Off we go adrift. Reaching for what we both had missed,&lt;br&gt;Vow to not ever grief, Over the pact we both conceived,&lt;br&gt;Each moment may be brief, Love still grow fonder like a kiss,&lt;br&gt;Yearn and if, In this ride we through all rift&lt;br&gt;Our love will be received, Never broken never adrift,&lt;br&gt;Until conceive, Eternal bond that we wished.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you take all the capital letters that I had placed in this poem. It will come out like this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; seek a gift, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;ruising along the ocean breeze,&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;ove was a myth, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;t least until I saw you, miss,&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;ff we go adrift. &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;eaching for what we both had missed,&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;V&lt;/font&gt;ow to not ever grief, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;ver the pact we both conceived,&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;ach moment may be brief, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;ove still grow fonder like a kiss,&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Y&lt;/font&gt;earn and if, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;n this ride we through all rift&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;ur love will be received, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;ever broken never adrift,&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;U&lt;/font&gt;ntil conceive, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;ternal bond that we wished.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah…it spells out as &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU CAROLINE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Yeah, I do intend this from the very beginning for several reasons.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;1. I want it to be special that way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;2. A sole proof that I’m the original author for this poem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Actually I only intend to reveal the hidden meaning in this post and I wonder if anyone observant enough to spot the message. Don’t include Caroline because she wasn’t aware of it until I told her about it. LOL. As many people still doubt that I wrote this by myself, I do wanted to let you guys know that I took Literature in English Language in STPM and score an A for that subject as well. And I started the subject half a year later than other students in my class.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Let me further explain in detail what is the meaning of this poem lines by lines&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#4f81bd"&gt;I seek a gift, Cruising along the ocean breeze,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;To me, Carol is like a gift for me. There is a vast ocean in between our states, Selangor and Sabah. As though the ocean(South China Sea) breeze brought it across the ocean to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#4f81bd"&gt;Love was a myth, At least until I saw you, miss,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;In short, I fell in love. Myth means non-existent. It does not exist within me until I saw Carol in my life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#4f81bd"&gt;Off we go adrift, Reaching for what we both had missed,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Start a relationship that we two wished it should happen earlier?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#4f81bd"&gt;Vow to not ever grief, Over the pact we both conceived,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Never regret the decision that we made to be together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#4f81bd"&gt;Each moment may be brief, Love still grow fonder like a kiss,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As most know, me n her is in a long distance relationship. That’s why the moments that we can meet each other are very brief/short. But we still grow fonder like a kiss. Why like a kiss? Don’t you guys agree that once you start kissing, more things will followed up after that? Love grows and also (insert your own version of naughty moments).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#4f81bd"&gt;Yearn and if, In this ride we through all rift,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We hope that our relationship will go through all obstacles and if that happens, read next line…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#4f81bd"&gt;Our love will be received, Never broken never adrift,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It just means that our love is real and we shall not be apart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#4f81bd"&gt;Until conceive, Eternal bond that we wished.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When all that happens, we can be together forever. Hopefully of course and fingers crossed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;So basically that’s what my poem is about. I don’t think it is as great because I’m not a magnificent poet and the words I used are pretty much not as flowery as it should be. I used an hour plus to come out with this due to many trial and error of slotting in the hidden message. but to complete only this poem, took me about 30 minutes only. That’s all for now. Still doubt I wrote this? Nothing else I can do. LOL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: I used to write songs, both love songs and rap songs, when I’m younger but I don’t think those are any good as I cannot come out with any good music to accompany the songs. Ah, this makes me feel like starting to write again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-6116482115125602678?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6116482115125602678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6116482115125602678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-poem.html' title='The Birthday Poem'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TPj2DTZ88xI/AAAAAAAABqY/oRNkDyFurMc/s72-c/IMG_5620_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-8696094364744636861</id><published>2010-12-01T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:00:08.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caroline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Dear Caroline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;Warning first ah!! Another bulu roma raising experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It’s been 4 months plus and yet here we are. Things are a bit shaky but I still believe that there will be a better future for us together. I would like to wish my dear loved one Caroline Ng May Ling a very happy birthday. May your life will be filled with happiness and success and also me of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TPUWEnulJkI/AAAAAAAABqE/v50PNVhtQ90/s1600-h/74476_10150129747874097_747879096_7762865_4922202_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="74476_10150129747874097_747879096_7762865_4922202_n" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TPUWFYSWPpI/AAAAAAAABqI/36r198Cmr50/74476_10150129747874097_747879096_7762865_4922202_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="74476_10150129747874097_747879096_7762865_4922202_n" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For this birthday of yours, I know I couldn’t celebrate with you. I know I am not there for you. But I hope that all the upcoming birthdays of yours, I will stand by your very side to wish and hold you personally. I had many flaws as I’m only human and I am glad that I have you with me. I’m sorry for any mistakes and wrongdoings that I had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I seek a gift, Cruising along the ocean breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Love was a myth, At least until I saw you, miss,&lt;br /&gt;Off we go adrift. Reaching for what we both had missed,&lt;br /&gt;Vow to not ever grief, Over the pact we both conceived,&lt;br /&gt;Each moment may be brief, Love still grow fonder like a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Yearn and if, In this ride we through all rift&lt;br /&gt;Our love will be received, Never broken never adrift,&lt;br /&gt;Until conceive, Eternal bond that we wished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TPUWGq0-xlI/AAAAAAAABqM/40-u9Zo-IY8/s1600-h/IMG_5554%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_5554" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TPUWHZ1TnQI/AAAAAAAABqQ/DZI2bf-i37U/IMG_5554_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="IMG_5554" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Caroline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-8696094364744636861?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8696094364744636861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8696094364744636861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-my-dear-caroline.html' title='Happy Birthday My Dear Caroline'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TPUWFYSWPpI/AAAAAAAABqI/36r198Cmr50/s72-c/74476_10150129747874097_747879096_7762865_4922202_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-425266768419158411</id><published>2010-11-20T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:57:11.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>PDA–Public Display of Affection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOeMo5JX44I/AAAAAAAABp4/suAYxx3TPcw/s1600/Eric-and-PP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOeMo5JX44I/AAAAAAAABp4/suAYxx3TPcw/s1600/Eric-and-PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how you guys like my introduction? Decided to do something different as the mood of the blog is getting way too serious at times. Why not have a little fun and joke around right? Alright back to the topic, what do you guys think of Public Display of Affection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people might think it is kinda cute and definitely sweet to see a couple showing affections towards one another publicly. It seems as though these couples wanted to the whole world to know how sweet they are with each other or how loving they can be. On the other hand, some might think it is gross and also they cannot stand the “geli-ness” running through their whole body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOeMB8x71SI/AAAAAAAABpY/-SamXoZJxmA/s1600-h/epa1683l%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="epa1683l" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOeMDJWTkuI/AAAAAAAABpc/EvLNgJLBkaE/epa1683l_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="epa1683l" width="495" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;PDA is ok WITHIN A LIMIT!&lt;/span&gt; You can hold hands, hug your partner closely or may be a peck to the face or the most, lips. Well, actually I do that too I guess BUT NEVER EVER GET OVER THE LIMIT!! What do I mean by limit? Here’s several extreme PDA cases which I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;1. French Kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s OK to have a peck but definitely NOT OK to french kiss in the public. I saw this couple before french kissing in the shopping mall and yes they are younger than me (&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;saying their race out is sensitive too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Come on, which part of the moaning and wet kisses do not yell “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DO IT AT HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” to you guys? Although each and everyone have their freedom but I’m not ok with this yet. May be I’m conservative as it might be common in Western countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;2. Ass Grabbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOeMEbanyCI/AAAAAAAABpg/YAAiJ2r2OIA/s1600-h/1590053412_cd5989ff96%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="1590053412_cd5989ff96" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOeMFXioLSI/AAAAAAAABpk/489LslT3q-U/1590053412_cd5989ff96_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="1590053412_cd5989ff96" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok seriously, this is very very VERY common nowadays. I’ve seen couples grabbing each other asses while walking from all different race. This definitely shouts “&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hey, people, look at us, we have sex with each other&lt;/span&gt;”. Seriously, I wouldn’t need to ask if they are virgins but to me, I always assume if you are comfortable enough to touch your partner’s private area (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ass included&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), you guys are having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;3. Declaring your love in mushiest way possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I love you in public is ok. But getting too mushy and corny at each passing moments, seriously, even polar bears can died due to coldness and geli-ness. Even I can’t bear hearing these stuff and it happens once in a cinema. I’m there to watch a good movie not to listen to some over-exaggerated love drama between 2 people I have no interest in knowing or strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, PDA is ok but only within a certain limit.&amp;nbsp; admit I do show my love and appreciation publicly but I have my limits. So what do you think about PDA and what are the most extreme PDA that you had seen/done before in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOeNMthTrbI/AAAAAAAABp8/Y1CxrQfXvSw/s1600/Eric-and-PP-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="377" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOeNMthTrbI/AAAAAAAABp8/Y1CxrQfXvSw/s640/Eric-and-PP-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile……&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOeNUXzeOUI/AAAAAAAABqA/DRNGqjPbHPw/s1600/Eric-and-PP-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="430" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOeNUXzeOUI/AAAAAAAABqA/DRNGqjPbHPw/s640/Eric-and-PP-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-425266768419158411?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/425266768419158411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/425266768419158411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/11/pdapublic-display-of-affection.html' title='PDA–Public Display of Affection'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOeMo5JX44I/AAAAAAAABp4/suAYxx3TPcw/s72-c/Eric-and-PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-6033372996518255384</id><published>2010-11-15T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:15:17.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>When Blogging Is No Longer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Blogging should be a fun hobby. At least to me it is. You get to know people, people get to know you, people read about your thoughts, experience and connect with you. But nowadays, blog seems more like a trend than a mere hobby. Some bloggers blog with a set of guidelines created by others or popular bloggers. Then, some bloggers intend to elect themselves as “&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;moral police of the blogosphere&lt;/font&gt;”. That’s when blogging is no longer fun. At least to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOEIDcjGPKI/AAAAAAAABok/zkG3Dg7Bg0Q/s1600-h/how-to-blog-blackboard-classroom_id7%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="how-to-blog-blackboard-classroom_id785240_size485" border="0" alt="how-to-blog-blackboard-classroom_id785240_size485" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOEIEbK0P7I/AAAAAAAABoo/B_9EOVfRtYA/how-to-blog-blackboard-classroom_id7%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="637" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I said about these “moral polices”, I am referring to the bloggers to list out the do’s and don’ts of blogging. They criticize bloggers who do not blog up to their taste and said “blogs should be like this n this bla bla bla”. Seriously, this seems more like arrogance to me especially some of them are not even well known bloggers. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;unless this is the reason why they wanna do this? To gain traffic and publicity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll admit. By doing this post, I’m being a huge hypocrite by criticising bloggers or should I say, by telling these “&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;bloggers who kept telling people how or what a blog should be like&lt;/font&gt;” on how an ethical blogger should be. Leave this page if you do not like what you are reading up till now as things going to be a lot more nasty.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOEIFSBqgDI/AAAAAAAABos/KGpVi_BUoPQ/s1600-h/to_blog_or_not_to_blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="to_blog_or_not_to_blog" border="0" alt="to_blog_or_not_to_blog" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOEIGfPL3tI/AAAAAAAABow/BrV2-LiNCo0/to_blog_or_not_to_blog_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="459"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The main point is, I can never understand why some bloggers will blog or tell people about how a blog should be like. And most of the contents are similar which are the following:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font color="#4bacc6"&gt;1. Not too much words unless your words are interesting&lt;br&gt;2. More pictures&lt;br&gt;3. DuN TyPe LiKe A rEtArD wHiCh iS TyPinG LiKe ThiS&lt;br&gt;4. Don’t put music plug-ins&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The list goes on and differs for some bloggers but these 4 points are the most common ones. Being a blogger who types words more than inserting pictures, I was obviously taken aback. Not offended, mind you, because I was surprised &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;since when blog had turned into website like Facebook&lt;/font&gt;? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I always thought blogs is evolved from being an online diary and not a photo album. Probably the information in Wikipedia regarding &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blog"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt; are feeding me with the wrong history? There are a lot of type of blogs out there right now such as photo blog, blogshop, personal blog, food blog etc. So why the limitations in style?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOEIHZApvBI/AAAAAAAABo0/6_bC9Z7Fy_Q/s1600-h/blog-board3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="blog board" border="0" alt="blog board" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOEIIvVTHfI/AAAAAAAABo8/LMthlWP0Msk/blog-board_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="421"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I always believe that every blogger has their own freedom in blogging in whatever style or ways they want. I do admit I dislike blogs that are too bimbo-ish or type like number “3”. But I never really criticise them or whatsoever. I just leave if I dislike their blog and live goes on. Why make a big fuss over it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The ONLY reason why people should blog accordingly to what other bloggers said, is to gain their attention and to become popular like Kenny Sia which AIN’T gonna happen if you blog accordingly to what other bloggers told u to. Why? Because you will only end up like the other bloggers and not Kenny Sia. There’s one thing I truly respect about Kenny Sia is not only because he blogs in his own way but he’s really humble. &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2010/07/celebrity.php"&gt;Read this post from him&lt;/a&gt;. Telling bloggers on how to blog and how to appeal to other people is not teaching, is merely arrogance and thinking ownself as a good blogger.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOEIJDSn7NI/AAAAAAAABpA/nIL5SE7AV3Q/s1600-h/famous3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="famous" border="0" alt="famous" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOEIKKzx9ZI/AAAAAAAABpE/i_DqRDM3-18/famous_thumb1.gif?imgmax=800" width="407" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is no such thing as a good or bad blogger, just bloggers who understand the true meaning of blogging and bloggers who don’t. Let me ask you this question, are any of those famous bloggers like Kenny Sia, Xiaxue, Kenwooi or AkiraCeo ever follow others?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When bloggers who said “&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Bloggers should not do this&lt;/font&gt;”, “&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Bloggers who do this are idiots&lt;/font&gt;”, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Bloggers should not be like this&lt;/font&gt;” etc, it directly shows that they are people who would not accept opinions of others easily and most of the time, think they are right. Which I would like to ask them this question. “ Can you define the term of an interesting blog precisely up to the reason why they are interesting, what so interesting and how many people actually find it interesting?”. Or in a shorter way, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;“How do you measure how interesting a blog is in a quantitative way?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOEILt0N-KI/AAAAAAAABpI/70eiNcQGWfM/s1600-h/04-01_blogapp%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="04-01_blogapp" border="0" alt="04-01_blogapp" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOEIM3K8tYI/AAAAAAAABpM/-I440eysbU4/04-01_blogapp_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="643" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m not exactly a famous blogger and I know not much people read my blog but so what? I’m not really an attention seeker that desperately need to appeal to others and I don’t live to please others except for my loved ones. So how should a blog be? A blog should reflect the blogger himself/herself and not other bloggers. Be it a blogshop or a photoblog, blogs should reflect a blogger’s mind, interest and opinion. (&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unless you are doing an ad which is a different case&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why tell other bloggers how should they blog? Why tell other blogger what they should have and must not have in their blog? What makes these bloggers so full of themselves and elect themselves as the moral police in this blogosphere? &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;They are not in some sort of blogging society that set blogging rules right?&lt;/font&gt; Or the ISA of blogosphere?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When a blogger come up to me and tell me how and what should I do to my blog, I’ll ask, what makes your blog so good that others should follow what you said? Having many readers or followers doesn’t mean you are a damn good blogger or the right one. There exist a time when people who thinks the Earth is round are consider crazy. Never make assumptions and be too full of yourself. &lt;strong&gt;The rule of becoming an ethical blogger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-6033372996518255384?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6033372996518255384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6033372996518255384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-blogging-is-no-longer-fun.html' title='When Blogging Is No Longer Fun'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TOEIEbK0P7I/AAAAAAAABoo/B_9EOVfRtYA/s72-c/how-to-blog-blackboard-classroom_id7%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-6990319124489947973</id><published>2010-11-13T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T16:39:31.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlackBerry'/><title type='text'>DiGi BlackBerry Torch 9800–Hotter And Smarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I always have the cravings for a BlackBerry so when my favourite yellow-minded peep, DiGi that is and absolutely nothing indecent about it, come out with this chance for me to win a BlackBerry of mine, how can I miss it? When the question being asked is:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5Oaa2IcbI/AAAAAAAABnM/FmDSzi4AZD4/s1600-h/BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad" border="0" alt="BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5ObSJLdEI/AAAAAAAABnQ/1mm6Kazqg0c/BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Is it hotter or is it smarter? Tell us why you think the DiGi BlackBerry Torch 9800 is hotter or smarter.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I would like to answer this. Is it a little too much to say both hotter AND smarter? Here are my reasons why the Digi BlackBerry Torch 9800 is so much hotter and smarter!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotter Aspect #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seriously, guys. When we talk about BlackBerry users, we usually have a preconception that majority of BlackBerry users are those uncles or aunties who do not understand the wonderful technology of touch screen. Young people always dream about HTC or iPhone because of their touch screen which made their gadget much more elegant. In short, it’s &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt; to have a keypad-less phone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BB Torch 9800 had join in the &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt; category by having a full 3.2” touchable and functional screen! NOW using BB Torch can be seen as &lt;font color="#333333"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT and no longer uncle-ish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. All thanks to DiGi for blessing BB users with the HOTness!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OcQ680PI/AAAAAAAABnU/MsjsF3fVFaw/s1600-h/att_blackberry_torch_9800%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="att_blackberry_torch_9800" border="0" alt="att_blackberry_torch_9800" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OdW36JbI/AAAAAAAABnY/x8KOhUF1fG4/att_blackberry_torch_9800_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="535" height="488"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotter Aspect #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is a BlackBerry without its signature QWERTY keypad? It’s &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt; to use a touch screen but it’s PROFESSIONAL to use the QWERTY keypad. So is it TOO MUCH to ask for both in one? Apparently, not. Now having the HOT and PROFESSIONAL criterions, BB Torch users can DOUBLE their &lt;strong&gt;HOTness&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Believe me when I say, I had difficulties in typing in touchscreen as I’m more used to “pressing” than “touching”. Especially with DiGi Smart Plan, the QWERTY keypad is a MUST for me to blog or send email on the go and anywhere! I do not need to wait to get back home to type on my keyboard, tenkiu! So TRIPLE the blogger &lt;font color="#333333"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; coz I can blog anywhere from now on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5Oet8GFTI/AAAAAAAABnc/Nj0Szz8gMj4/s1600-h/typo-1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="typo-1" border="0" alt="typo-1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5Of9wkf9I/AAAAAAAABng/EY8EtzqAI70/typo-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="641" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(P/S: Touch screens just ain’t for blogging…tsk tsk tsk)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotter Aspect #3 #4 #5 etc etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The GPS, the BlackBerry OS with all social network apps integrated such as Twitter, Facebook and Youtube, the 5.0 megapixel camera with flash, the SUPERB internet browser which is one of the main selling point of this phone and so much more! All to make the phone much &lt;strong&gt;HOTTER&lt;/strong&gt; for the user.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smarter Aspect #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OgzgFUcI/AAAAAAAABnk/58MkV1JtYdE/s1600-h/BB-Torch-1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="BB-Torch-1" border="0" alt="BB-Torch-1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5Ohk55CdI/AAAAAAAABno/PyJAcUj15q8/BB-Torch-1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" height="408"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DiGi is offering a crazy deal for this BlackBerry Torch 9800. You can get yours ONLY at RM1499 compare to the original RM2299 just by signing up with the DiGi Smart Plan. This means you can save up to a total of RM800! &lt;strong&gt;That is the smartest deal around&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Besides the cheap price of obtaining the BB Torch, DiGi has the MOST AFFORDABLE all-in-one Internet and voice plan. Only &lt;strong&gt;SMART&lt;/strong&gt; people would choose the most affordable plan for themselves right? So how &lt;strong&gt;SMART&lt;/strong&gt; exactly is the DiGi SMART plan? Read the following aspects.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smarter Aspect #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5Oii4KCSI/AAAAAAAABns/coOa90gno1E/s1600-h/BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad-1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad-1" border="0" alt="BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad-1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OjeQpmII/AAAAAAAABnw/C7htSvmndSE/BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad-1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="593" height="170"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surf SMART&lt;/strong&gt; with only RM68 a month for unlimited Internet plan. Tweet all you want! Facebook all you want! Blog all you want! All with a simple rate of only RM68 a month. Sounds tempting already? But wait.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smarter Aspect #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OkLDuCmI/AAAAAAAABn0/GrfYZIJK4Fc/s1600-h/Digi-1%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Digi-1" border="0" alt="Digi-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OlF3RqYI/AAAAAAAABn4/zoO11xX1c6o/Digi-1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="318" height="386"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call SMART&lt;/strong&gt;! There are no minimum call usage and you do not have to fuss or worry at all if you are not a fan of boiling porridge over the phone! It’s easy, you just need to pay as you use. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smarter Aspect #4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OlxFJJzI/AAAAAAAABn8/4lGWDjfdk1A/s1600-h/Digi-2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Digi-2" border="0" alt="Digi-2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5Omi1IdTI/AAAAAAAABoA/s9WtWeO6V58/Digi-2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="315" height="158"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save SMART&lt;/strong&gt;. Not only you pay for the most affordable plan there is but you also get 100% rebate on the Internet Unlimited Plan. The more you use, if you are an avid internet user like me, the more you will save!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smarter Aspect #5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OnWUWiyI/AAAAAAAABoE/eNACZruTRbU/s1600-h/Digi-3%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Digi-3" border="0" alt="Digi-3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OoC0MOEI/AAAAAAAABoI/_zXObBj2lm4/Digi-3_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="274" height="215"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roam SMART&lt;/strong&gt; with DiGI! Out of the country and worry about outrageous roaming charges? Afraid not. With only RM 36 a day, you can get unlimited data roaming at 6 different countries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what else is not &lt;strong&gt;SMART&lt;/strong&gt; with this DiGi Smart Plan? You do not need to be Einstein to know that it is a smart choice to sign up for this affordable plan by DiGi. Aren’t convince enough? So here is the final aspect why the DiGi BlackBerry Torch 9800 is so much &lt;strong&gt;HOTTER and SMARTER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OpvoNoLI/AAAAAAAABoM/4HiDi5ae2hU/s1600-h/Einstein%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Einstein" border="0" alt="Einstein" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OrVaV7sI/AAAAAAAABoQ/AZfTRw79Zsk/Einstein_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="641" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;HOTTER&lt;/font&gt; because since BB Torch is the first BB phone with fully touch screen integrated with QWERTY keypad, as an owner, you are destined to grab attention from everyone when you retrieve out your phone. It shouts Smart, Hotness, Professionalism, Trendy and Elegance. The BB Torch 9800 TORCH up your &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;HOTNESS&lt;/font&gt; to an alarming rate and makes you the &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;HOT&lt;/font&gt; topic of the town.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;SMARTER&lt;/font&gt; because you do not need to worry about overpaying or squeezing your wallet dry to achieve this &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;HOTNESS&lt;/font&gt; as DiGi has offer the most affordable Internet plan around and the price for the BlackBerry Torch 9800 is only at RM1499. Appear hotter using the smarter way through the most affordable plan in town. It worth every penny!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OsysohwI/AAAAAAAABoU/exyhGLhnIcg/s1600-h/BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad" border="0" alt="BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OuHLSchI/AAAAAAAABoY/xP8PQfpGPg0/BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So is the new DiGi BlackBerry Torch 9800 &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;SMARTER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Is it too much to say it is both HOTTER and SMARTER? What? I have to choose no matter what?? Fine then, I’ll say &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMARTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; coz it’s a deal that only SMART people would know it is good, both the BB Torch 9800 and the DiGi Smart Plan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OvZJy3oI/AAAAAAAABoc/sIrTzsOYObo/s1600-h/Yellow-God%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Yellow-God" border="0" alt="Yellow-God" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5OwbMvARI/AAAAAAAABog/BA_yoWVFxX4/Yellow-God_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="414" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="center"&gt;Opps..Typo *brand new*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-6990319124489947973?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6990319124489947973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6990319124489947973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/11/digi-blackberry-torch-9800hotter-and.html' title='DiGi BlackBerry Torch 9800–Hotter And Smarter'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TN5ObSJLdEI/AAAAAAAABnQ/1mm6Kazqg0c/s72-c/BlackBerry-Torch-Press-Ad_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-4596236948942564717</id><published>2010-11-09T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:27:15.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Click Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Remember I blog about this? It’s a post titled &lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/09/distance.html"&gt;Distance&lt;/a&gt; regarding how me and &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt; whom we never met before can end up getting together. This is another post quite similar to that but this time I’m gonna involve the rest of our blogging and twitter friends &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlL281WUhI/AAAAAAAABmA/MZe8Upqw63g/s1600-h/77084_462253554472_661834472_5446735_5646531_n%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="77084_462253554472_661834472_5446735_5646531_n" border="0" alt="77084_462253554472_661834472_5446735_5646531_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlL4SPPHYI/AAAAAAAABmE/dedXjLiFS-s/77084_462253554472_661834472_5446735_5646531_n_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First of all, I think we are the living proof of how technology can really make the world smaller. I think we can prove doubters that actual relationship resulted from the internet be it the friends kind or the lover kind, can really happen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;When most people tend to say you wouldn’t know the person you knew online really well and they might be out there to take advantage of you. I do agree to a certain degree but let me ask this instead. How sure can we be if we met a person in real life can be more trustworthy than our internet friends? We had seen betrayal even among friends and family members so why meeting a person is so important in building friendship? Unless you judge a book by its cover?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlL5oGfj5I/AAAAAAAABmI/2uwWbmb4_JE/s1600-h/IMG_5607%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5607" border="0" alt="IMG_5607" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlL6nCShfI/AAAAAAAABmM/sr0kC-imPMg/IMG_5607_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Grey Ang&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let me start of with several bloggers that I first met. I’ll start with &lt;a href="http://grey-ang.com"&gt;Grey Ang&lt;/a&gt;. Among our gang, he’s the first I knew way back 2 years ago if I’m not mistaken but I just got to met him recently around August? At first, I was wondering would I be able to communicate with him at all? This is the first time I’m meeting someone from the internet world. Well, end of the day, I’m glad situation aren’t any awkward at all. Believe me, I feel much more comfortable compare to meeting my coursemates for the first time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlL8BJOHvI/AAAAAAAABmQ/vo5Mw_oxplY/s1600-h/IMG_5501%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5501" border="0" alt="IMG_5501" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlL9JR_4vI/AAAAAAAABmU/mE3MPPHj9Kc/IMG_5501_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ethan, Merryn, Caroline&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then, it’s &lt;a href="http://submerryn.com"&gt;Merryn&lt;/a&gt; I’m meeting next along with her family. well, the first meeting we didn’t talk much as she was busy with her booth. And not to mention the ever cute Ethan ignoring me. LOL. But then I think our second meeting is way better than the first.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlL-KUbllI/AAAAAAAABmY/_AvKO3oSPnA/s1600-h/148314_462252344472_661834472_5446706_3972467_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="148314_462252344472_661834472_5446706_3972467_n" border="0" alt="148314_462252344472_661834472_5446706_3972467_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlL_46A0sI/AAAAAAAABmc/nfP_7cs9uB4/148314_462252344472_661834472_5446706_3972467_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Adrian, Quachee&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlMAyiU8hI/AAAAAAAABmg/lgoOMdZa8yU/s1600-h/IMG_5687%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5687" border="0" alt="IMG_5687" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlMB5UfJGI/AAAAAAAABmk/L7oG51sQ-FY/IMG_5687_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lionel, Caroline, Mei Yee&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then it would be &lt;a href="http://foongpc.blogspot.com"&gt;Foong&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://quachee.blogspot.com"&gt;Quachee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://adrianleong.com"&gt;Adrian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://iamthewitch.com"&gt;Witch&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lionelong.com"&gt;Saucer&lt;/a&gt; next. In fact, I’m kinda surprised that everyone could communicate and blend in so well despite some of us meeting up for the first time. All this while, we are just keeping up with each other on Twitter. But I think most probably our gossips that time is the true ice breaker among us. And yet now I emphasize AGAIN, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I’M NOT CLOSE TO THAT GUY AT ALL!!!&lt;/font&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;regarding our gossips that day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlMDfJxdLI/AAAAAAAABmo/FOzpQNjD0tg/s1600-h/IMG_5610%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5610" border="0" alt="IMG_5610" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlMEonXkPI/AAAAAAAABms/Jn9OWSuhvJQ/IMG_5610_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Erika&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlMGBgS3zI/AAAAAAAABmw/wcMgtgZyFPk/s1600-h/IMG_5421%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5421" border="0" alt="IMG_5421" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlMHIqcWAI/AAAAAAAABm0/T7y17SB0Hso/IMG_5421_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kelvin Tan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our recent meet up with &lt;a href="http://hausofkaka.blogspot.com"&gt;Erika&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ktheblogger.com"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/a&gt; too been well. Although Kelvin seems to be on the quiet side but I hope he had a great time with us. I’m definitely sure Erika does have a wonderful time with us and especially with &lt;a href="http://quachee.blogspot.com"&gt;Quachee&lt;/a&gt; I guess. LMAO&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlMIS7oxMI/AAAAAAAABm4/6NZJbtdc0DQ/s1600-h/74320_1685342411702_1181899754_31938613_7399022_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="74320_1685342411702_1181899754_31938613_7399022_n" border="0" alt="74320_1685342411702_1181899754_31938613_7399022_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlMJZyszUI/AAAAAAAABm8/LdoT8z3mY2I/74320_1685342411702_1181899754_31938613_7399022_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Annie, Caroline&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, I get to meet Annie who is &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt;’s bestie for the first time. Not too bad either even though before this I never talk to her at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlMLaw6LTI/AAAAAAAABnA/Lv6cN-57sD4/s1600-h/IMG_5620%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5620" border="0" alt="IMG_5620" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlMMXNNw4I/AAAAAAAABnE/xiWI6jvhCOk/IMG_5620_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My Boss, Me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And finally of course, my dear &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt;. I bet everyone will be wondering how our first meeting was. Nothing short of spectacular. To tell the truth, the only thing that I’m worried about that she might be taller than me. But I’m relieved that I’m taller EVEN when there’s someone out there wanted to pull a prank on me by giving &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carol&lt;/a&gt; a 3 inches tall boots. FAIL ATTEMPT. I’m still slightly taller. XD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of course, I’m not so worried about communication with her. I guess after the experience of meeting the rest, I am quite confident that it would be the same for me and &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt;. We will be much comfortable with each other very quickly. It didn’t take long for her to warm up enough to keep hitting me. It didn’t take long for us to hold hands or hold each other in our arms. Am I happy? Of course I am. Were things any different from our online bonding or telephone conversation? Yeah. Definitely very different. It is much better and much sweeter. So next time if anyone ask me how far are we. I’ll answer, we are physically a click a way, our heart is just side by side. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Pardon the moment of jiwangness, I just wanted whoever read this to tremble with geliness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So that’s all for today. Sorry for missing out so long because I was very very busy with my job earlier on. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell them what happen to my job. May be next time when &lt;a href="http://foongpc.blogspot.com"&gt;Foong&lt;/a&gt; is free to join us. Have a nice day everyone, it’s a blessing to know everyone of you especially &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caroline&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/6271878646099100048-4596236948942564717?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4596236948942564717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4596236948942564717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/11/click-away.html' title='A Click Away'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TNlL4SPPHYI/AAAAAAAABmE/dedXjLiFS-s/s72-c/77084_462253554472_661834472_5446735_5646531_n_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-4043378372170276950</id><published>2010-10-18T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:38:22.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Guys!! We Need Help!!</title><content type='html'>I come across many stories regarding how a relationship goes. What surprises me is that how modern guys had transformed in such a way that to them a relationship is based on materials. To them, chivalry is not dead, it just magically transformed into money and materials. So let me put up some comparisons between 3 different type of generations. And see if you readers agree with me regarding this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Jurassic Generation Where Your Great Great Great Great Grandparents Lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLvcLZUnxhI/AAAAAAAABlc/0NMADj9bGn8/s1600-h/chinese-wedding-40722180030982%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="chinese-wedding-40722180030982" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLvcM0ri9kI/AAAAAAAABlg/QxK-wydvfQY/chinese-wedding-40722180030982_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="chinese-wedding-40722180030982" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Flirting Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not even exist – usually set up by parents or families or some by the rulers. True love rarely existed. Guys just sit down and let the parents do the dirty work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Marriage/Relationship Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy go work to earn enough for the family. No complaints as long as they can survive and divorce rarely happens because basically guy can get as many wives or concubines as they want and there’s nothing a woman can do about it. Woman just need to stay there and even if there’s no love, they couldn’t do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Closing Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of lives most of the time. There are some true love and bond exist but most of the time, the kids get the inheritance and non for the spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Your Parents/ Grandparents Generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLvcNkD-_vI/AAAAAAAABlk/HM2ui52ROt4/s1600-h/happy-old-couple-for-web%5B8%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="happy-old-couple-for-web" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLvcO_r0lcI/AAAAAAAABlo/-KSRj5B3hAA/happy-old-couple-for-web_thumb%5B6%5D.gif?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="happy-old-couple-for-web" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Flirting Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matchmaking still exists but at minimal level. Guys will shower girls with sincerity, love and security. Not many of them are rich but they are still happy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Marriage/Relationship Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together to build a stable relationship or family. Both parties work hard for each other and there are some financial worries but they gladly work together to have a good future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, those who get filthy rich and successful, Most of them have other mistresses and this usually happens to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, both still work hard to provide for the family. And having more than 1 partner is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Closing Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are divorces here and there but most of the relationship are pretty stable and there are a lot of loves going around. This is because they went through hard time together ensuring a good future for themselves. When any of them pass away, inheritance goes to the spouse and also the other children of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;The Current Generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLvcPun0JjI/AAAAAAAABls/xv79LZSfRZE/s1600-h/rhan540l%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="rhan540l" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLvcQzf7dVI/AAAAAAAABlw/PDC2-azvJI0/rhan540l_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="rhan540l" width="513" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Flirting Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done in a much aggressive and frequent method especially since the existence of online social network. However, most people tend to flirt with more than 1 person and this implies to both guys and girls. A lot of guys started to use money usually given by their parents to buy expensive gift such as iPhone, camera, designer’s bag etc as part of a flirting “MUST DO”. In short, these people uses money as the main tool of the flirting technique. Money = Sincerity, Security,Care. Some resort to lies and deception and no matter how much they deny it, looks come first when it comes to choosing their partner be it guy or girl. Definitely less than half of the population actually got together through mutual love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Marriage/Relationship Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think money and sex the main thing to keep a relationship alive. Guys simply buying this and that as a way to say sorry instead of sincerely talking things out. Less than half of the population actually will talk things out sincerely. Guys thought by doing so, they can make up for everything and some even uses money to threaten their partner in the midst of arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls will get jealous if their friends’ bf/husband bought their friends expensive gifts. And end up using that to argue and try to get something alike in return out of result of the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having more than 1 partner is so common and until the stage where most of them thought there’s nothing wrong with cheating. Money still can settle it and money makes cheating possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Closing Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people changes partner as often as changing clothes. Divorce is so common and it also meant splitting wealth. Rare for a relationship to last long and until marriage and if it does, Most of them are good and everlasting (for those who didn’t use money as an excuse for everything) and also there are some adultery going on as well. But pretty much, closing stage is always ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I see is, The Current Generation is not as sincere anymore unlike the previous one. Somehow in a way, resembles the first generation. May be it’s a good thing to be poor or middle class? Everyone puts effort in making a relationship work? However, who can blame them? Since the world is getting so materialistic, it’s common for such thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLvcRhW7xaI/AAAAAAAABl0/E6rVn2yft6Y/s1600-h/68305_1591447498454_1003879649_1731540_1368642_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="68305_1591447498454_1003879649_1731540_1368642_n" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLvcSH3YxuI/AAAAAAAABl4/6rWHPTilSkU/68305_1591447498454_1003879649_1731540_1368642_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="68305_1591447498454_1003879649_1731540_1368642_n" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muahahaha curi your latest pic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, may be I’m lucky for having &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carol&lt;/a&gt; in my live without having me to follow the current trend to be with her. I might be able to shower her with expensive gifts but a least I’m sincere to her. Heck, I don’t even have anything sweet to talk to her when I first like her. Sure there are some ups and downs in this relationship but I never been happier. Thank God for this gift for me and since it’s already the 3rd month we are together, I wish that we have a 3rd year anniversary 3rd generation anniversary and probably 3rd century anniversary. LOL May all the happy moments with her last and goes on forever. I love you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-4043378372170276950?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4043378372170276950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4043378372170276950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/10/guys-we-need-help.html' title='Guys!! We Need Help!!'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLvcM0ri9kI/AAAAAAAABlg/QxK-wydvfQY/s72-c/chinese-wedding-40722180030982_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-6024932994949189688</id><published>2010-10-14T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:25:51.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Efficiency Is Very Subjective.</title><content type='html'>Hello all. I’m back. Finally I have some free time to blog. So I would just blog about efficiency in our country. As we can see, Malaysians can be very efficient to the extend that the leaders of our country praises us for being so efficient. We are so good with out time management, we even set our own “Malaysian Time” because others just couldn’t keep up with us. We are so far advance that we do not need fast internet connection or optic fibre connection&amp;nbsp; to get connected to the world. We only need an over-priced snail speed connection to do so. Why? Coz we are moving too fast and we need something to slow us down so we can keep up with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLZpUrtBj5I/AAAAAAAABk8/VJG19q9Bdbo/s1600-h/sran174l%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="sran174l" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLZpViy5qpI/AAAAAAAABlA/4TFDzeFIbIk/sran174l_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="sran174l" width="507" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say we are very efficient? Easy. Coz our Prime Minister say so la…. I bet most of you know about the Datuk Sosilawati murder case right? And that murder case was cracked in a short period of time while at the same time solving a few other “murder” and “disappearance” cases. Am I right? Our beloved PM was all praises for the efficiency our police force shows. &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/9/17/nation/7049787&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;He was saying this&lt;/a&gt; and I quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLZpWi7Av6I/AAAAAAAABlE/guwLbDxtMyc/s1600-h/datuk-sosilawati-lawiya-hilang-mati-dibunuh%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="datuk-sosilawati-lawiya-hilang-mati-dibunuh" border="0" height="469" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLZpYXrMszI/AAAAAAAABlI/hdU0GkaODYo/datuk-sosilawati-lawiya-hilang-mati-dibunuh_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="datuk-sosilawati-lawiya-hilang-mati-dibunuh" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“This success (of the police) is very encouraging. I congratulate the police force for having acted fast.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously laugh out when I read another article regarding how &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/9/17/nation/7050530&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;police found another 20 remains at Sungai Panchau&lt;/a&gt;. AM I THE ONLY ONE? Am I the only one who see this matter as the police FAILED to solved 20 plus murders before this? Am I the only one that think that the police can only solve this matter after 20 PLUS CRIMES that had been committed and yet this is call EFFICIENT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned 2 things from this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are not rich and famous in Malaysia, the police would not even bother to solve your case and just pile them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Efficiency is very subjective to everyone. And if this is the pace of them solving crimes and murders? I would say it is equivalent to old people having sex. Slow and unprofessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is our dear TM Streamyx which we all worshipped. Please take a look at how efficient the workers can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLZpZRhAS0I/AAAAAAAABlM/xZtEorTyamk/s1600-h/25082010466%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="25082010466" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLZpaT28JTI/AAAAAAAABlQ/gudqQCnUVJM/25082010466_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="25082010466" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLZpa2ZHo-I/AAAAAAAABlU/Kin4muk1Zm0/s1600-h/25082010467%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="25082010467" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLZpcA01K6I/AAAAAAAABlY/9Kr3z-3EelA/25082010467_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="25082010467" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh…got so many customers also can play facebook? Also can chat on facebook? Damn efficient weii…That's all from me. Please leave a comment saying how you feel about this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-6024932994949189688?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6024932994949189688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6024932994949189688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/10/efficiency-is-very-subjective.html' title='Efficiency Is Very Subjective.'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TLZpViy5qpI/AAAAAAAABlA/4TFDzeFIbIk/s72-c/sran174l_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-8884900104787261767</id><published>2010-10-07T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:13:18.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog Is Momentarily On Hiatus</title><content type='html'>As the title, I won't be blogging for a time being. This is due to my workload from my job and I will be busy. Hopefully I will start blogging again in 2 weeks time. There are some topics I wanted to blog about..about the Sosilawati case, Some really funny ironic things in life and back to my usual statements about life..However, not now. Wait, not much people even read this blog...Oh well... Have a nice day guys!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-8884900104787261767?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8884900104787261767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8884900104787261767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-blog-is-momentarily-on-hiatus.html' title='This Blog Is Momentarily On Hiatus'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-4944494791412571225</id><published>2010-09-22T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:42:34.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The Healthiest Lifestyle?</title><content type='html'>I’ve been wondering what’s the best lifestyle of all? Heart attack had been Malaysia’s top murderer and how to prevent it? May be this will be a good way. Read on with full seriousness please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funfluster.com/images/images-funny-doctor-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://www.funfluster.com/images/images-funny-doctor-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this Doctor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life.Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;A: Your heart only good for so many beats, and that it... Don't waste on exercise. Everything wear out eventually. Speeding up heart not make you live longer; it like saying you extend life of car by driving faster. Want to live longer? Take nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that mean they take water out of fruity bit so you get even more of goodness that way. Beer also made of grain. Bottom up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, if you have body and you have fat, your ratio one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't think of single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No pain...good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;A: YOU NOT LISTENING! Food are fried these day in vegetable oil. In fact, they permeated by it. How could getting more vegetable be bad for you?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise muscle, it get bigger. You should only be doing sit-up if you want bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you crazy ?!? HEL-LO-O!! Cocoa bean! Another vegetable! It best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;A: If swimming good for your figure, explain whale to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is getting in shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember:&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt;Eat and drink what you like.Speaking English is apparently what kills you.&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I’m not gonna speak english anymore. Wish me luck in dieting!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-4944494791412571225?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4944494791412571225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4944494791412571225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/09/healthiest-lifestyle.html' title='The Healthiest Lifestyle?'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-9115671253888589558</id><published>2010-09-18T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:54:58.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>One Night At Jalan Bukit Bintang</title><content type='html'>Been so busy with my work and didn't have much time to blog. So may be to keep my blog alive, I'll post some random emails and jokes that I recieved all this while. I had tonnes of good ones and I felt it is a shame to keep it to myself. So here's an ADULT JOKE for you guys. Strictly no minors please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Night At Jalan Bukit Bintang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mywilayah.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/bukit-bintang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://mywilayah.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/bukit-bintang.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture courtesy from (http://mywilayah.files.wordpress.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A Sikh man&amp;nbsp;is  walking along Jalan Bukit Bintang, in Kuala Lumpur one night and a very gorgeous  girl&amp;nbsp;catches his eye. He strikes up a conversation with her, and quickly  discovers that she is one of those "exclusive" ladies-of-the-  trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size: 24pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"How much do  you charge?", asks Gurdial Singh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Mary&amp;nbsp;replies,  "It starts at 500 ringgit&amp;nbsp;for a hand-job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Gurdial says,  "500 ringgit&amp;nbsp;for a hand-job?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No hand-job is worth that kind of  money!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;With a saucy  flick of her eyelashes,&amp;nbsp;Mary says,&amp;nbsp;"Do you see that Mary Restaurant on the  corner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Do you see  the next Mary's&amp;nbsp;about another block further down?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"And beyond  that, do you see the third Mary's, just by the side of the old Cathay  cinema?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Well,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; says Mary,  smiling invitingly, "I own those. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;And, I own  them because I give a hand-job that's worth 500 ringgit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Gurdial then  exclaims, "What the hell?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You only live once.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll give it a  try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;They retire to the nearby Marriott  Hotel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A short time  later, Mr Gurdial Singh&amp;nbsp;is sitting on the bed realising that he just experienced  the hand-job of a lifetime, worth every bit of 500 ringgit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He is so  amazed, he says, "I suppose a blow-job is 1,000 ringgit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Mary&amp;nbsp;replies,  "RM1,500."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"I wouldn't  pay that for a blow-job!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Mary then  says, while signalling Gurdial to come closer to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Come closer  to this&amp;nbsp;window, big boy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Do you see that bank just across the junction to Jalan  Sultan Ismail?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I own that  bank outright. And I own it because I give a blow-job that's worth every sen of  1,500 ringgit !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;And poor Gurdial, basking in the afterglow  of that terrific hand-job, decides to put off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;his  intended&amp;nbsp;new mobile phone and says, "Give it to me !!!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Ten minutes  later, he is sitting on the bed more amazed than before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Mr Singh can  scarcely believe it but he feels he truly got his money's worth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He decides to  dip into what else he may have left with him for one more glorious and  unforgettable experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He then asks  Mary, "How much for some pussy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Mary replies,  "Come over here to this other&amp;nbsp;window, I want to show you  something.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Do you see  how the whole city of Kuala Lumpur &amp;nbsp;is laid out before us ..... all those  beautiful lights, banks .... corporate offices ..... business houses .....&amp;nbsp;and  big-&amp;amp;-small shops and places?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Wowwww!!"  Gurdial shouts out in&amp;nbsp;awe, "You own the whole city ??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"No,"&amp;nbsp;Mary&amp;nbsp;replies, "but I would if I had a pussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you guys get the joke? XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6271878646099100048-9115671253888589558?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/9115671253888589558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/9115671253888589558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-night-at-jalan-bukit-bintang.html' title='One Night At Jalan Bukit Bintang'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-7640898348437992267</id><published>2010-09-08T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:33:34.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>When I first got started with Caroline, a lot of people have been asking me these several questions. Mind you, these are not only the questions being asked but definitely the MOST POPULAR ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How you two met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you met her before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How is it possible when you two haven’t even met before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too had been wondering regarding the question number 3. Honestly if you ask me now, I wouldn’t know how to answer. Probably I do not want to miss this once in a lifetime opportunity? Probably I should give it a try and see how things will proceed later on? But that’s not the real purpose of this post. I ponder upon the question 3 for a long time and I came up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TIcRQD5akXI/AAAAAAAABks/oZf7T0dSThY/s1600-h/long_distance_relationship%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="long_distance_relationship" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TIcRRRussxI/AAAAAAAABkw/ovvsUje0LSE/long_distance_relationship_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="long_distance_relationship" width="626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What forms an attraction between two individuals? What makes two individual falls in love with one another? Communication? Eye contact? Physical Contact? Or every single one of them? When people came and said that they find it hard to believe how two individuals only connected through the virtual world can together, I could not really answer them. I would definitely say, sometimes, things just happen. Which it is. But what makes that sort of thing to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy chase after a girl, the physical beauty definitely came first for them. If you are a guy who initiate a move to ask a hot stranger for number or get to know her and try to chase her, please don’t give me bullshit that looks does not matter to you. What else would made you make a move for someone you don’t really know if not for their outer beauty? Is not as though their personality is written on their forehead or something right? The same goes for the girls who made a first move to get to know a guy. Either the guy is extremely good looking with hot bods or just plain rich. That’s how superficial the world is. That’s physical attraction for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when 2 individuals start to fall in love, physical outlook does not really matters anymore. The feelings and characteristic that come first. And how does all these are nurtured? Yes. Communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not take physical contact such as kissing or sex to fall in love with someone. Those are just components to keep a relationship alive and passionate. It takes understanding, communication and mutual interest to start a relationship. This brings to question 3. How is it possible. The both of us chat through MSN, twitter, facebook, SMS and calls. Even webcam with each other. In short, communication is the main essence of our relationship. So I was wondering this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TIcRSyBN8nI/AAAAAAAABk0/aW03-dD2Zv4/s1600-h/maintaining-long-distance-relationship%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="maintaining-long-distance-relationship" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TIcRUGuplkI/AAAAAAAABk4/3qzotF6IU3g/maintaining-long-distance-relationship_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="maintaining-long-distance-relationship" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0080ff;"&gt;Why is it any different with meeting up in real life and communicate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We too talked and see each other(webcam). So I guess that is why we can develop feelings? The same process that each and everyone had to go through before developing such mutual feelings. It is true that we lack physical contact and we might missed many things on ach other such as the way we act. But that will be much of a question of security rather than developing feelings right? It’s true that despite us looking sweet, we both feel quite insecure regarding each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is usually I judge a person by his/her speech. Although action speaks louder than words but action does not really exclude speech right? Showing concern and care, does not have to be in physical contact or money. Being by someone’s side does not have to be standing right there cuddling or hugging. Sometimes, the moral support and words of encouragement meant as much. Be it to your family or lover. Especially going through an exam or task alone which means it is impossible to have the physical presence beside. Don’t get me wrong, if I can choose, I rather have her physical presence near me rather than far away. Of coz that will be a much better world for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my conclusion is this. Love can develop within such a long distance. But, the insecurity is definitely much greater than normal relationship I presume. Probably most people need to observe the other person’s characteristic before jumping in the conclusion to be together? But when things happen, they just happen. Probably this is not a satisfying answer to question 3 but I think it is the best that I could give you guys? May be future I could really answer you guys. LOL. But thanks for showing concern as I really appreciate it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-7640898348437992267?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/7640898348437992267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/7640898348437992267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/09/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TIcRRRussxI/AAAAAAAABkw/ovvsUje0LSE/s72-c/long_distance_relationship_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-8343654711372606721</id><published>2010-08-30T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:57:42.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipoh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beef noodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Beef Hakka Noodle in Ipoh</title><content type='html'>I just realized actually I had several food and restaurant to blog about but didn’t. So, I’m gonna blog about this Beef Hakka Noodle that I totally love. When Ipoh food comes into mind, we definitely cannot run away from anything associated with chickens. And I don’t mean prostitutes here if you are wondering, they are not food also by the way, well, err…may be…can say so…er NEVER MIND!! But actually there are a lot of other food pretty much unknown to people. So if you guys ever get to Ipoh, please NOT ONLY try the Ipoh Chicken and Beansprout Hor Fun or Rice, or the dim sum over here or the salted steamed chicken. If you guys are into beef, let me introduce you to this shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu3zb6I9kI/AAAAAAAABjw/WbAAQhrSePI/s1600-h/RIMG0008%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="RIMG0008" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu30j_QUpI/AAAAAAAABj0/12bSCaeaofw/RIMG0008_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="RIMG0008" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole shop is ONLY selling Hakka Mee with Beef and also several Yong Tau Foo which we called it “liu” in Cantonese. Sorry I didn’t manage to capture the signboard of the restaurant as there isn’t any I think. Can’t remember why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu31ovtsRI/AAAAAAAABj4/94kwuKrpudc/s1600-h/RIMG0006%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="RIMG0006" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu32mbzlRI/AAAAAAAABj8/hvojkO80Zt0/RIMG0006_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="RIMG0006" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t be afraid, it’s along THIS road. Go google or get a GPS to find out where exactly is this place in Ipoh. It’s along Jalan Bandar Timah and actually it is just BESIDE this junction and opposite this road sign. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu335AzWwI/AAAAAAAABkA/paSo_lEBSBk/s1600-h/RIMG0009%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="RIMG0009" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu342hSzuI/AAAAAAAABkE/yWm0b3PjpSQ/RIMG0009_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="RIMG0009" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the whole shop only sell one type of noodle here. Usually I came here early in the morning about 8. Because this is usually the first place me and my family stop when coming back to Ipoh early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu36FQE4EI/AAAAAAAABkI/9r6-KpQcTws/s1600-h/RIMG0010%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="RIMG0010" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu3711NauI/AAAAAAAABkM/BxyOWVKV7Ww/RIMG0010_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="RIMG0010" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hakka Noodle. The noodle is so chewy and the seasoning is just right. Usually once I had my first bite, I cannot wait to have another bite. It’s kinda dry actually and those who do not like their noodles to be dry, there are soup available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu39JIgQCI/AAAAAAAABkQ/Z290-OPwMmc/s1600-h/RIMG0012%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="RIMG0012" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu3-XqjeCI/AAAAAAAABkY/tCerN7UBdCg/RIMG0012_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="RIMG0012" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meatballs, tofus and also cow tendon ball. I LOVE the cow tendon ball (black color). Actually I’m not sure is that a beef or pork ball, but the texture and taste is usually very much different from the normal meatball. If you don’t know how to order it, just point at the stupid black ball la. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu3_s8Zu4I/AAAAAAAABkc/4bAMDMlsJm0/s1600-h/RIMG0011%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="RIMG0011" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu4BM-m73I/AAAAAAAABkg/DuzL4l-ShMM/RIMG0011_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="RIMG0011" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my favourite of all, the beef soup. The seasoning for the soup is just nice and honestly, I can a few bowls of it if I want to. And the beef is sooooo nice to chew on and the texture is soooooo smooth. I never had any beef with such texture before. The beef I usually eat are a bit rough in texture and also slightly chewy. Eating this beef is like eating chicken thigh, soft, chewy and smooth. I had tried many beef noodle around in Johor, Petaling Jaya and Kuala Lumpur but no beef can compare to this beef. The texture is just so different. I rate it 10/10 for this dish. And the price is actually quite cheap and reasonable as well. Don’t worry if I bullshit you about the price of this dish because usually I’m a cheapskate. And I won’t recommend expensive and food that only taste so so in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that’s all for now. Only a short post to keep my blog alive and also to introduce a very nice but unknown dish in Ipoh. Since most of my readers are from KL, so I guess they will know what to do on their visit to Ipoh. Till next time! Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-8343654711372606721?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8343654711372606721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8343654711372606721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/08/beef-hakka-noodle-in-ipoh.html' title='Beef Hakka Noodle in Ipoh'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THu30j_QUpI/AAAAAAAABj0/12bSCaeaofw/s72-c/RIMG0008_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-8710388755418760180</id><published>2010-08-28T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T01:13:31.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The Puan Hajah Siti Debacle</title><content type='html'>First of all, I always refrain myself to make any racial statements in my post or any social networking sites. But for now, I’m gonna express freely my opinion regarding racism in this country. Hate me or love me for this, but this is just merely my views and opinions. If you don’t like it then it’s your problem and not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THfxhxSX_EI/AAAAAAAABjg/5NvmPgz97Kg/s1600-h/46115_145217882175537_145217835508875_288378_1401487_n%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="46115_145217882175537_145217835508875_288378_1401487_n" border="0" height="151" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THfxivaK59I/AAAAAAAABjk/MG5q5Kn-Sd0/46115_145217882175537_145217835508875_288378_1401487_n_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="46115_145217882175537_145217835508875_288378_1401487_n" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you guys heard about Puan Hajah Siti Inshah? The school principal who made racist remarks telling all Chinese students to go back to China? Even there are stories regarding how she refer to Indians wearing their religious beads are equivalent to dogs because only dogs wear beads around their neck? If you don’t know any of this, you can just google the story and I’ll save my time from retelling all these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to question this and I would like all my readers to answer me this question. I have a Malaysian IC and a Malaysian Passport, so does this mean I’m from and belong to China? I do not have a China’s ID or passport or even PR status, so IF my Malaysian identity documents doesn’t show that I’m a Malaysian, then I must be a county-less person? Is it being a Malaysian means YOU HAVE TO BE A MALAY? There are Malays all over the world as well such as Australia, United States of America, England etc, and what if they changes their citizenship? What if those foreign countries ask them to go back and they end up here in Malaysia? WILL THEY BE GRANTED IMMEDIATE CITIZENSHIP OF THIS COUNTRY BECAUSE THEY ARE MALAY? No they won’t. They too have to go by a certain set of rules before becoming a Malaysian. So I guess, they are consider as country-less people as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians equivalent to dogs? I cannot even imagine how serious a racist is she if she really said that. Shouldn’t we respect others religion and culture? ISN’T THAT IN ISLAMIC TEACHINGS? Regardless how she might appear to be a pure Malay Muslim, I seriously doubt that she are well versed with the Islamic teachings. Isn’t this your fasting month, you should refrain from all the sins in the world? Why the hell would you even thought of such racist remarks? We don’t see the Indians or any races making fun of your tudung tradition? If we do, then will you be angered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to question this statement as well. It was claimed that the statement was made by her and people are questioning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;SAYA BAWA KERETA PROTON SAGA. AH CHONG &amp;amp; MUTHU MENUMPANG DALAM KERETA SAYA. KAMI SAMA-SAMA MENUJU KE SATU DESTINASI.TETAPI ITU TIDAK MENJADIKAN AH CHONG &amp;amp; MUTHU MEMILIKI KERETA ...PROTON SAGA TERSEBUT KERANA SAYA TETAP PEMANDU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THfxj6l3tpI/AAAAAAAABjo/f_IWAl0Rfv4/s1600-h/46036_142349409137191_142340952471370_186939_5616511_n%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="46036_142349409137191_142340952471370_186939_5616511_n" border="0" height="724" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THfxmC19-aI/AAAAAAAABjs/UabMyY6swvg/46036_142349409137191_142340952471370_186939_5616511_n_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="46036_142349409137191_142340952471370_186939_5616511_n" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racist or not? I’m not sure. But I can voice out several debatable points regarding this statement. &lt;br /&gt;Fine. You own the car. No doubt about it. But a car need constant servicing in order to keep moving and what if the cost of servicing and repairing the car which is part mostly by the other two guys and exceed the original value of the car? So the car still belongs to her? Ok. Then how about when the two of them stop contributing in servicing the car by jumping into another car. Would you say they betray you or what? I don’t think the other two ask for ownership of the car, they just ask for equal amount of air conditioned for everybody and not anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do she meant by “balik China”? What makes us different? Aren’t we all born here in this country? You don’t see me asking her to balik Indonesia right? (referring to Parameswara who came from Indonesia to Tanah Melaka). In other countries, there are difference between PR and full citizenship. Once a person is granted full citizenship in the country, no matter what race, they are given equal privileges and rights. Unfortunately, it’s not the case here.So even we are born here, we contributed to the country and we are STILL foreigners to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism is very much alive here in this country. Especially the older generation which explains why the racial strategies are being heavily implemented in current politics. I will definitely blame these racist older generation if MY generation ends to be mostly racist. Why? Because there are very very few racists among us. Take a walk in Times Square, Mid Valley or KLCC, you can see young people from different races mixing with each other and it is not even a surprise that they DATE each other. Can someone really explain to me what is 1Malaysia? The more we talk about it, the more confuse I am with this concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I feeling the Merdeka spirit? Hell no! It angers me even more that our nation had achieved independence so long ago and yet out mentality is going backwards instead of forward. Why would I feel happy for this Independence Day except it is a holiday? I don’t get it at all. Her being a headmistress should understand the importance of ethical conduct more than anyone else. For goodness, it’s her duty to implement these values among the students. This definitely reminds me of a MP from Kedah who made racial slurs and ask Chinese to go back to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Namewee, a notorious rapper in Malaysia had made a video in insulting Pn Siti Inshah and then Puteri UMNO presses for actions to be taken against him. If any action is to be taken on him, then the headmistress should be punished first before he do. Before I end my post, let me stressed out something. A lot of people had been debating regarding who fought and build this country and even ask to refer to the history textbook. May I know the group who went to discuss with the Brits, are they ONLY consists of one race? May I know who is the one help develop the country’s economy? And always remember, is your FOREFATHERS who fought for this country’s independence and not you. So why are you people saying as though you are the ones doing so back in 1950’s? Your task is suppose to continue building this nation and that what makes your a Malaysian. Even if your father/grandfather/great grandfather had fought and contributed a lot to this country, and all you ever did is brag and do nothing, you are still a piece of garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all from me today. I got way too much political thoughts to blog about. If anyone of you have some topic for me to blog about. PLEASE feel free to say so. I’m running dry from ideas besides politics. LMAO XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-8710388755418760180?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8710388755418760180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8710388755418760180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/08/puan-hajah-siti-debacle.html' title='The Puan Hajah Siti Debacle'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THfxivaK59I/AAAAAAAABjk/MG5q5Kn-Sd0/s72-c/46115_145217882175537_145217835508875_288378_1401487_n_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-1977295440923789511</id><published>2010-08-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:01:51.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A Day In My Life</title><content type='html'>I always wonder why people keep expecting me to be a very happening person. When I said I don’t club, I did went once earlier this year but that’s it, people find it hard to believe. I said I don’t really drink, in fact, I only had my first liquor last year at home which is only a glass of whisky, people find it hard to believe. I said I don’t smoke, people don’t believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was working in Anime Tech, Sunway Pyramid, a Malay girl from another shop came in to ask to borrow my lighter, I said I don’t have because I don’t smoke. The girl’s facial expression was like I just told her that I’m Johnny Depp and I’m actually her real actual birth father. She even TRIPLE confirm with me by asking me two times am I really bullshitting her. The whole shop was only me and her, who am I to impress over there? Her?&amp;nbsp; This is a serious joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I’m gonna tell you guys exactly HOW NORMAL MY LATEST LIFE IS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEs0m1F9CI/AAAAAAAABio/CLdTHlQf0mE/s1600-h/Story-01%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Print" border="0" height="483" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEs14rdTXI/AAAAAAAABis/krA6PWwouaA/Story-01_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Print" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, since I got to work, I woke up as early as 5.55am. Reason is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEs69492jI/AAAAAAAABiw/Wg9PPvI7gfg/s1600-h/Story-02%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Print" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEs7xfZnOI/AAAAAAAABi0/K3gzlH60vQg/Story-02_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Print" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wake up call to my wifey!! XD LOL Actually I too wanted to go gym as well before work but sometimes my work had left me too tired to get my ass to the gym and work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEtA-QImtI/AAAAAAAABi4/Ec2DqQ02ZeQ/s1600-h/Story-03%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Print" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEtCR-GIHI/AAAAAAAABi8/jazN-DcfocQ/Story-03_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Print" width="643" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure with you guys. Usually when I woke up and half asleep, I will adopt this so called praying and kneeling position. Doing that for like 15 minutes(if I never go gym) before finally waking up and wash up. Don’t ask if I purposely do this as a ritual. It’s just that I wanted to pull my body up but my efforts only left me at that position and I end up too lazy to move so I just remain that position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEtDCzqqBI/AAAAAAAABjA/9VB6TWrUPKE/s1600-h/P8220075%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P8220075" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEtEaOmUFI/AAAAAAAABjE/ZWjHEPYi0kg/P8220075_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="P8220075" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working time has always been hectic! But I always had time to chat with Carol. At least that will keep me awake and sane for the rest of the day. Don’t get me wrong, I kinda like my job despite being so hectic. But hey, that’s what a designer’s job usually are!! So chatting with her, facebooking and tweeting with the rest of the tweeps in twitter world had been making my job less boring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEtJ4n8JII/AAAAAAAABjI/E00DNr1VVYU/s1600-h/Story-05%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Print" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEtLOp-m_I/AAAAAAAABjM/D0ojK9oUlhc/Story-05_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Print" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to go through a day with doing all that, I will end up being like this before my working hours ended!! After go back, I just bathe, had my dinner and then resume talking online and blog hopping. Then youtube-ing as well. Then before I go to sleep, this is what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEtPyjlqJI/AAAAAAAABjQ/WHOnF4U_x6Y/s1600-h/Story-06%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Print" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEtRKgpREI/AAAAAAAABjU/xv3uBslawd0/Story-06_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Print" width="643" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH!!! Who else I’m gonna talk to but Carol on the phone before having my good night sleep. Oh. For the song? Need me explain? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEtVmlZOOI/AAAAAAAABjY/GyH1ft3Qh2I/s1600-h/Story-07%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Print" border="0" height="483" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEtW1qn6sI/AAAAAAAABjc/IHyWHqqBd5E/Story-07_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Print" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I’m getting too tired like last week, I tend to almost fell asleep while singing/talking. But I still manage to finish my task for now! XD Then I will hit the sack and go for my appointment with Grandfather Zhao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there’s nothing exciting or interesting in my daily life routine. I do go out for yum cha or movies with friends but somehow these bunch of fellas won’t bother to call up for meet up BESIDES Soon Yee. And yeah, i know one of them are reading this AND YES, I’m talking about you guys. LOL. Although I do went for food hunt a lot but now not anymore. Let’s just say my interest is elsewhere right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for my sien life right now. Till next time, I’ll resume my usual blogging style. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-1977295440923789511?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1977295440923789511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1977295440923789511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-in-my-life.html' title='A Day In My Life'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/THEs14rdTXI/AAAAAAAABis/krA6PWwouaA/s72-c/Story-01_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-5647505736675863497</id><published>2010-08-18T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:11:29.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caroline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Reached The Stars</title><content type='html'>Most of you guys already know and read &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-first-monthsary.html"&gt;this from Carol’s blog&lt;/a&gt; that today is our first month-sary. So for this special occasion, may be I should blog about what I think of her and how different we both actually are? So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TGvl20tzitI/AAAAAAAABiU/-pn7ckhu0yk/s1600-h/39014_1495407697519_1003879649_1478960_7343582_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="39014_1495407697519_1003879649_1478960_7343582_n" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TGvl3z-Ik9I/AAAAAAAABiY/1Ng-gHxMMUQ/39014_1495407697519_1003879649_1478960_7343582_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="39014_1495407697519_1003879649_1478960_7343582_n" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most people tend to agree with me that she’s every guys’ dream girl?&amp;nbsp; Pretty, smart, kind, loving, sweet, active, understanding etc etc. I personally think that even most girls would tend to agree with me that she’s all that? The amount of suitors she had is also unbelievable and I think it does judgement on her attractiveness in whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on the other hand? I’m never anyone’s dream guy to begin with which I think mainly due to my height issues. My personality can be somewhat annoying and I’m so good at pissing people off with my sarcasm and remarks, I can even make a fortune out of it. I’m very bold with my statements and I would care less on how many knife wounds your heart might suffer due to my bold remarks. However, that only happens when I strongly disagree with something or someone just kept annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short, I’m like a devil at some point and she’s like an angel to almost everyone. Opposite attracts? I don’t know. What attracted me to her is actually that she NEVER for once thought of anything bad about me. I’m not kidding you when I say that majority people have bad first impression on me. And probably me being the few rare guys that talk to her without having any intentions of chasing or flirting her away. Her sincerity definitely is what initially got me interested in talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, what really makes me fall for her is actually how sweet she can be towards me. Even during the times we are friends and both plain clueless that we actually likes each other as well. Despite me being in my best of annoying her by calling her Cabbit, she stills comes and talk to me and so on. I still remembered the time she first called me to cheer me up when I tweet that I “regretted something”. That time actually I was kinda surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that time I wondered if she treats everyone the same way and which kinda hold me back awhile before confessing. She treats everyone that are nice to her equally nice and even nicer. She even treats those who are mean to her fairly nice. Me? I’m like a 20% extra kind of person. You treat me 100% nice, I’ll treat you 120% nice. You treat me 100% bad, I’ll treat you 120% worse. Which makes me such a bad enemy when I’m pissed. But she’s always nice, don’t you think? But don’t piss her off. You might regret it. XD&lt;br /&gt;She’s polite and I’m rude. She’s kinda innocent while I know every single possible thing in the “3 Words Bible” and I can’t make almost ANYTHING to sound dirty, a talent which made me considered trying stand-up comedy. She’s well organized in person while I’m on the wild side.She’s a perfectionist while I’m a not. I love her being so emotionally frank towards me as she show her love and care for me non stop and publicly! Me on the other hand, well, I leave that to you guys to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite all the differences, we share a lot of things in common as well. This actually makes me more drawn to her. Her attitude and appearance do not do justice to her maturity level. She’s very understanding and what I respect about her the most is she’s very clear of herself. She knows her own weakness well which something that very few people are capable of. I guess the post is getting too long for reading comfort. Shall keep more for next time!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TGvl5LH5WdI/AAAAAAAABic/EFUw1nr109U/s1600-h/100818-214723%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="100818-214723" border="0" height="184" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TGvl6tPwltI/AAAAAAAABik/MK4NtF9ag6M/100818-214723_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="100818-214723" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks wifey for the lovely present and the blogpost!! Happy 1st month-sary!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: If anyone of you are wondering about the title of this blogpost, the reason of the title is because to me, Caroline is my out-of-my-league kinda girl and I had to said I’m one of the luckiest guy on earth. Reached the stars as in able to capture something so wonderful that seem so impossible for someone like me with my abilities. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-5647505736675863497?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/5647505736675863497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/5647505736675863497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/08/reached-stars.html' title='Reached The Stars'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TGvl3z-Ik9I/AAAAAAAABiY/1Ng-gHxMMUQ/s72-c/39014_1495407697519_1003879649_1478960_7343582_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-7289679407391538255</id><published>2010-08-11T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:51:53.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysian'/><title type='text'>The Malaysian Youth</title><content type='html'>Have any of you guys read before the article on what Sharyn Lisa Shufiyan said regarding on the concept of 1Malaysia and racism? If you guys have not read that article before, here’s the &lt;a href="http://bangmalaysia.wordpress.com/2009/09/11/tunku-abdul-rahmans-great-granddaughter-speaks-up/"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/3041/320/rtw1.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/3041/320/rtw1.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys had read it, what do you guys think? Very good? Wish that all Malaysian youth would think that way? Or plain utter meaningless rubbish? Whatever your opinion might be, I on the other hand think it is brilliant but yet debatable at some point. But that’s a different story from what I’m gonna blog about today. What caught my attention from this article is not what Sharyn said but it is actually the attention she’s getting from it especially from the older generation of Malaysia. Why? Here’s why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, when the adults claim that Sharyn is one of the rare few true Anak Malaysia, I am not sure to laugh or cry at their ignorance regarding our generation. Don't get me wrong.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; I do not anti her and in fact, I love what she wrote as well.&lt;/span&gt; Since Sharyn is 24, so I will categorized the so called “Malaysian Youth” in question here to be below 30’s. With all due respect to Sharyn, I seriously think that the main reason she got such a well received attention from the adults is due to her being in the media field and also being the great granddaughter of Tunku Abdul Rahman. I mean seriously, if any normal 24 year old blog or write about this, would we be aware of it? If there is a secondary school student who wrote about this in school, would we be aware of it? The answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the eyes of the society can be so superficial at times till the point of neglecting the minor details. When someone say "Don't mind the small details" then they are an example of people who are plain ignorant of the fact that they are actually quite ignorant. Would you accept it if your son came to you and say he get low score for his exam and he just simply blurted out "Don't mind the small details"? Or a court case without enough evidence, can we prosecute the accused? Just face it people, everything is made up of SMALL DETAILS and if anyone come to me and say "Don't mind the small details", I will definitely go to his/her car and removed the steering wheel since it is such a small piece compare to the size of a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get way too far from my topic, I personally think that majority of the adults in Malaysia are quite ignorant of the fact that the Malaysian youth are no longer ignorant and stupid. As you can see from our last general election, there are a significant increase in new voters and this shows that the youth are already paying attention to the country. I can simply name several bloggers who are either as outspoken and intelligent as Sharyn or even better than her but yet, they did not get as much attention as Sharyn does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the younger generation of this nation is definitely progressing but the older generation do not exactly take us seriously enough. Look at UMNO Youth, MCA Youth etc etc. Their leaders are mainly old uncles or aunties at the age of about 40 plus. We cannot blame the younger generation to not be interested in politics since even the so called YOUTH division are monopolized by middle-aged people. Why do we even need to train leaders when they SHOULD be ready to be leaders? Why do the younger generation often being neglected? Does improving the education system or debating about the usage or BM or English really help to build the younger generation? When do MY generation will get a shot of utilizing our leadership skills? When we hit 40? So we use our remaining 20 years to keep monitoring how our nation might slumped and had nothing we can do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about cultivating 1Malaysia concept among the Malaysian youth. Honestly and seriously, I do not think the most Malaysia youth need that sort of cultivation among us. I think the ones that need to learn about the concept 1Malaysia are politicians who kept using racial motives in political strategy. We youth are more united than they think. I had seen Malays mixing with Chinese and Indians for basketball games. I had seen youngsters from different races sitting together in mamak stalls talking happily and there are not a single hint of racism among them. The thought of discussing how each race differ from one another never crosses our mind UNLESS we read it from the news when a politician came to talk about it. Honestly, the Malaysian youth are quite tired of how most adults are ignorant towards our ability and mindset. If we end up being much race cautious, I'll be frank that I personally think that certain adults should be blamed for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMMk1yy-C1s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMMk1yy-C1s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the video above? This minister is rendered speechless by a student's question. Can any of you notice how capable are the youth of the world today? Let me sum it up. The ones that are able to capture the hearts of this group, are the ones going to win big in the next general election. Things aren't looking too good for BN at the moment. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Everything on this post is merely my personal opinion and I mean no direct insult to any party or person in particular. If you are offended by this post, it shows that I am right on the dot on most case which I assume that you must be an adult who are ignorant to us younger generation. Anyway, sorry for the lack of updates. From this post onwards, I'll be active in blogging once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-7289679407391538255?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/7289679407391538255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/7289679407391538255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/08/malaysian-youth.html' title='The Malaysian Youth'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-2063824407067119512</id><published>2010-07-26T03:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:32:42.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Mirror and Shadow</title><content type='html'>Thought of doing another post first but I go ahead with this post as I felt inspired to blog about this. Do you ever realized that in our lives, that there will be two type of people that will be extremely closed to you? I do realize that and in fact, I believed it happens to most people I knew even without them realizing it. I’m not sure whether I’m correct or not but this is definitely what I think it is. I call them the Mirror and the Shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEyOaIH7TvI/AAAAAAAABh0/3A3BF6lNRvc/s1600-h/midc_cover%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="midc_cover" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEyOcC1761I/AAAAAAAABh4/exwOsjK5L-Y/midc_cover_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="midc_cover" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mirror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEyOc99KemI/AAAAAAAABh8/-5kXPrULuQg/s1600-h/406150121_2b571a4ad0%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="406150121_2b571a4ad0" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEyOd-rFk7I/AAAAAAAABiA/PVIIiisbwgY/406150121_2b571a4ad0_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="406150121_2b571a4ad0" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s more like an mirror image of us. it can be your family, friend or lover. But you two have so much in common, it feels that you are his/her duplicate or mirror image. I think it is a mirror image because it shows what you are. it shows what you possess and what you project to everyone. It reflects what you want people to see and what people see in you. Having a friend/lover like your mirror image, you guys share the same passion, interest, thoughts and everything else that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Shadow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEyOfKpQJ7I/AAAAAAAABiE/E18frt1R7_Y/s1600-h/silhouette-9%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="silhouette-9" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEyOgR17SKI/AAAAAAAABiI/dNdLYGp4c9M/silhouette-9_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="silhouette-9" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, a shadow is like a hidden or lost part of you. Since shadow is black and featureless, to me, it represents what that couldn’t be seen by others. It could be what you do not want others to see or what you had forgotten about yourself. We do have someone important in our lives who has a total opposite character from us right? Despite so many differences, we can’t seem to get ourselves away from them and find it that each time we tries, we eventually went back to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this had definitely provoke some thoughts within and let you guys wondering which type do your lover or best friend belongs to? They can be both at the same time but I think it is very rare for that to happen. I’m talking about personality and character and not interest here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Shadow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEyOhAaNsmI/AAAAAAAABiM/XekeVMi3TZ0/s1600-h/DSC_0563%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0563" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEyOiarfqeI/AAAAAAAABiQ/9TJmbvax_mY/DSC_0563_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0563" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I encountered my shadow. I guess most of you guys know who am I talking about. Yes, it is &lt;a href="http://carol-kath.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt;. To be honest, she is a complete opposite of me. If the both of us are in a fairy tale, she would be the fairy godmother and I’ll be the devil or witch. And to be honest again, I tried to avoid falling for her when I started to develop some feelings due to reasons only known to me and her. And to be honest again, i never ever thought of being end up with her or even have a beginning with her. I only treated her like a close friend of mine and at most like a sister. But it’s funny how things tend to go against us in life right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never refrained myself for getting involved with someone so much before. When I started to give in and decided to confess, to tell the truth, I wasn’t hoping for anything but rejection. In fact, I would welcome a rejection as it would put me into much ease with the guilt. However, she caught me completely off guard when she told me she felt the same. I was confused, scared, happy and shocked at the same time. Confused of what to do next, scared of what will happen in the future or my bad history to repeat itself, happy and shocked because…well…I need not to elaborate on that. But after some considerations, I realized I do not want to give up on an opportunity. I would not want to spend my future regretting for not making the best out of it. And hence, here we are. I never regretted that decision I made and I hope she won’t regret it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As happy as I can be, but I’m also equally worried. I have a lot of “Shadows” in my life and very few “Mirrors”. Which explains why I initially wished for a “Mirror” to be my one. All the shadows I met, are close to me as I provide them views that are totally opposite to theirs and it helps them to look clearly ahead in life. However, Carol has not been the same. I offer her help and advice when she asked for it and I never expect anything in return from her. Probably the only thing I expect from her is only her friendship like how the other shadows are. I did not think that she understand me well enough because she’s not my mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a mirror in my life for several reasons. I can have someone I can relate to and someone that would share the same views with me towards everything. However, Carol made me realize one thing that only a Shadow of me can provide. A Shadow that will make me realize that there is light. A mirror reflects the light in your life away while a shadow could only exist if a light source is present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her kindness and laughter made me realize that there are more things to look forward to in life. I’m bitter and lonely within actually and she make me realize there’s no need to keep to myself. I never really started a conversation with her last time but she kept looking for me for company made me happy. the next thing i know, i couldn’t stop talking to her. As funny as this shadow can be, she is also my light source and keeps reminding me that there are someone that actually would talk to me and made me happy without asking for anything in return or being asked to. I’m pretty sure she does this to everyone but I never had anyone quite like her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really tell her all this much I guess because she didn’t ask me to and I am quite shy actually contrary to what most might think. To be honest, I really do not know what does she see in me. I’m not ridiculously good looking or rich. I do not think I’m a good boyfriend either because if I am one good bf, why would my ex dump me for a jerk? I do not think I could provide the safety she need and I definitely do not think I am financially able to support her for now. Trust me, these are important. And I can’t help but to compare myself to the guys that had been in her life or still hanging around her. Because logically, I should be last in her list. Because I’m rude, as in curse a lot, which is something she really hates. More often than not, I offend people with my blog and words. And I am never the type that would pass much compliment to a lady and in fact, the both of us argue a lot when we are friends. I can just be myself and make her laugh, something which I do to everyone and also I think one of the most basic rule in flirting. But trust me, I never ever flirt with her when we are friends. You can ask her. Probably I only flirt with her by telling her my honest opinion and care for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, somehow good things come unexpected. I’m happy with her and in fact very happy. I am actually capable of smiling and laughing together with her all the time. Honestly, being with her, is the only time I truly felt loved and appreciated. Even in my past, I never felt like that before. Probably because she is the only one who is not afraid of letting people know about us and did not for once judge me by my looks. I’m sick of people developing pre-assumptions of me which are wrong most of the time and she’s the only one so far that rarely judges me. She did a lot of sweet stuff and surprises to melt my heart. Despite having a tough exterior, I’m a total sucker for gf to be that sweet. Let’s just say she made me her love her so much in such a short period of time. There are a lot of things that makes me fall for her but I guess I’ll keep that as a little secret between me and her. Thanks for loving me and I love you as well. Hope you are happy with me. I might not be perfect for you but I’ll try my best for you. Definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-2063824407067119512?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/2063824407067119512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/2063824407067119512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/07/mirror-and-shadow.html' title='Mirror and Shadow'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEyOcC1761I/AAAAAAAABh4/exwOsjK5L-Y/s72-c/midc_cover_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-228693434983253256</id><published>2010-07-18T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:28:35.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>What I Would Like To Do In Myanmar</title><content type='html'>I’m a city boy. I mean, basically, I grew up in a city and due to financial problems, I rarely have any opportunity to travel when I’m in secondary or primary school. The furthest I travelled to is to Johor Bahru to further my studies in a local university. However, during that time, I did not develop much passion for travelling as I still lived in my own well. However, my design courses and also my first trip to Singapore late last year, had definitely open up a whole new dimension within myself. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I simply love travelling&lt;/span&gt;. After seeing &lt;a href="http://blog.airasia.com/index.php/blog-your-way-to-yangon"&gt;this contest by AirAsia&lt;/a&gt;, I know that I have to try out this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWZjb-VbI/AAAAAAAABgU/SWs1ToKypUI/s1600-h/31093_436220197386_18801397386_6286423_2511513_n%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="31093_436220197386_18801397386_6286423_2511513_n" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWbH1mD7I/AAAAAAAABgY/a5wr5oO02uc/31093_436220197386_18801397386_6286423_2511513_n_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="31093_436220197386_18801397386_6286423_2511513_n" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the contest wanted me to blog about what I would like to do in Myanmar. To be honest, I know absolutely nothing about Myanmar besides they have a lot of pagodas over there. As I researches on, I found out that there are a lot more to Myanmar than I would have ever imagined. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Here are the list of things that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: red;"&gt;I would like to&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; MUST do in Myanmar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Visit the Shwedagon Pagoda and take lots of lots of pictures of it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWctD2tcI/AAAAAAAABgc/zUfxVZJSoZE/s1600-h/31093_436219817386_18801397386_6286390_1272723_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="31093_436219817386_18801397386_6286390_1272723_n" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWeNZ0TvI/AAAAAAAABgg/c3r-Cvwq3Hg/31093_436219817386_18801397386_6286390_1272723_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="31093_436219817386_18801397386_6286390_1272723_n" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My design course had develop a sense of curiosity within me. I wanted to see everything and understand everything myself. It is without a doubt that the golden Shwedagon Pagoda is one of the wonders of the world. I wanted to go over there myself to appreciate the beauty of its architecture and also an avid photographer(&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;although doesn’t seem like one&lt;/span&gt;), I wanted to capture its beauty with my camera. I never personally seen a pagoda up-close before and what’s more if it’s a golden pagoda. The only pagodas I’ve seen are from comics and also Pagoda Groundnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this spot is a must visit for me to fulfill my curiosity towards its beautiful architecture and also my fetish for photography. Besides that, it is 2500 years old and I definitely had not encountered anything as old as that. Imagine getting in touch with a building that had seen it all for 25 centuries. How do they even build this pagoda back in the olden days. Look at it’s perfectly symmetrical bell-shaped dome. Given the technology we have today, it is also a very difficult task to accomplish. So, topping my list of things I want to do in Myanmar, is paying a visit to this golden thing of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Quick Fact about Shwedagon Pagoda : Queen Shin Saw Pu, grand daughter of King Banya Yu(AD 1353-1385) donated gold equal to her weight to have the pagoda gilded and the tradition is uphold by her descendants until the bel was stolen by Filipe de Brittoe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2. Bagan exploration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWfkFjuCI/AAAAAAAABgk/sEcLb5kZ09s/s1600-h/28623_436222597386_18801397386_6286474_3614861_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="28623_436222597386_18801397386_6286474_3614861_n" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWhcgeMMI/AAAAAAAABgo/MNcqVlh0lmk/28623_436222597386_18801397386_6286474_3614861_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="28623_436222597386_18801397386_6286474_3614861_n" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more pagodas and wonderful architecture of Myanmar. Enough said. I’m a sucker for things like these because I’m bored seeing typical office buildings and also houses. HELLO!! I live in Subang Jaya, one of the most populated city in Malaysia. Wouldn’t you be bored seeing the same ol’ type of buildings? Furthermore, I’m seeing buildings dated way back in the 11th and 12th century as I’m sick of seeing buildings built in 21st century. Even a lot of buildings built in 20th century are no longer to be seen or overshadowed. Civilization is progressing at such a rapid speed and I’m gonna have a look at all these temples, pagodas and stupas before modern civilization took over the entire Bagan. We’ll never know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;3. Food, food, food and FOOOOODDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWif1h0dI/AAAAAAAABgs/cjA7AL8PcVE/s1600-h/food_snack1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="food_snack1" border="0" height="437" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWjsJKW0I/AAAAAAAABgw/WfdneojfHcE/food_snack1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="food_snack1" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never EVER claimed you been to a place if you haven’t tried their local cuisine. I am a typical Malaysian. It means I’m a food lover and a total sucker for good food. I’ve tried some Myanmar dishes here in Malaysia and I am not impressed at all. It’s time for Myanmar to prove her worth to me by trying their AUTHENTIC local cuisine. And to be honest, the first thing I landed in Taiwan and Singapore last year, all I could think of is where the heck is all the good food. It cannot be any different if I landed on Myanmar. And being typical Chinese, I love rice. Since the Myanmar citizens' diet are 75% compromises of rice, it ain’t gonna get any better for me I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWkxZFq5I/AAAAAAAABg0/uSs1WfMqTyo/s1600-h/food_snack7%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="food_snack7" border="0" height="411" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWmLwNlfI/AAAAAAAABg4/la7xZjhsMYY/food_snack7_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="food_snack7" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWnKLuArI/AAAAAAAABg8/tpnrVmZOXMI/s1600-h/food_dessert3%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="food_dessert3" border="0" height="401" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWoaQBu9I/AAAAAAAABhA/-D2jZEiW0UQ/food_dessert3_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="food_dessert3" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWpf64ajI/AAAAAAAABhE/eRKJtcwim7I/s1600-h/food_hist%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="food_hist" border="0" height="253" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWqnD2cgI/AAAAAAAABhI/VQify92kpCU/food_hist_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="food_hist" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWr7HcL6I/AAAAAAAABhM/6YqLiRtMVMg/s1600-h/food_dessert1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="food_dessert1" border="0" height="406" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWtKOhBbI/AAAAAAAABhQ/rAEpJKop43g/food_dessert1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="food_dessert1" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the desserts are made of rice. LOL. Ok. I’m hungry now. Hurry off with this post to get some supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;4. Bring out the child in me. Handmade toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWuTHp4uI/AAAAAAAABhU/_vDYziVM1RQ/s1600-h/toys1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="toys1" border="0" height="436" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWv7HO-xI/AAAAAAAABhY/jc4_cvsSZdk/toys1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="toys1" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handmade toys anyone? Our own Malaysia have congkak, gasing, wau and so on so on. Looks like Myanmar have their own handmade toys as well. These will be on top of my shopping list. When I buy souvenirs back, it’s definitely not gonna be keychains or a T-Shirt screaming “I Love Myanmar” or “Myanmar”. Seriously, those gifts are overrated. I prefer gifts that have a story behind where I can tell and describe to everyone. It will bring back fond memories of Myanmar. Seeing some T-shirt claiming “I Love Myanmar” won’t do me any good. I love toys as well. So I’m gonna hunt for some toys. FOR SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWxIMuQyI/AAAAAAAABhc/zQWF9dvFzrY/s1600-h/toys3%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="toys3" border="0" height="431" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWyuTvafI/AAAAAAAABhg/YWn7jR-v82M/toys3_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="toys3" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Observing the culture of Myanmar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMW0bMqdmI/AAAAAAAABhk/C8T7pXSMS64/s1600-h/28623_436222572386_18801397386_6286472_3419578_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="28623_436222572386_18801397386_6286472_3419578_n" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMW1_TANDI/AAAAAAAABho/GqzekCzABhU/28623_436222572386_18801397386_6286472_3419578_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="28623_436222572386_18801397386_6286472_3419578_n" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you guys can see from my blog, I do a lot of observations in my life. It had become a part of me and curiosity gets the better of me all the time. I like to compare the people over here in Malaysia and the people in other countries. For example, how Singaporean drivers are actually very nice especially the taxi drivers. How good is the government in implying OKU-friendly environment throughout the whole country. Or how Taiwanese motorcyclists think they own the roads and make up is a necessary piece of clothing. I wonder how Myanmar could be and me being a street photography lover, this is also a good chance for me to capture the people of Myanmar. Another photography fetish is fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMW3hJ7KlI/AAAAAAAABhs/sMLp1ikJzS8/s1600-h/31093_436221287386_18801397386_6286448_5354858_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="31093_436221287386_18801397386_6286448_5354858_n" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMW5htl0HI/AAAAAAAABhw/lbLwHFJfE8g/31093_436221287386_18801397386_6286448_5354858_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="31093_436221287386_18801397386_6286448_5354858_n" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to see the lifestyle of the people over there especially in the countryside. Growing up in a city had not given me the privilege to observe situations like these. Besides that, I fancy staying in these places to get a feel of it. I wonder how living their lifestyle would be like. No doubt that I’ll mess it all up as I’m much too pampered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for today. These are the things I would like to do in Myanmar and if you guys are wondering, it is for this contest organized by AirAsia Blog Your Way To Yangon. All pictures are courtesy from &lt;a href="http://blog.airasia.com/index.php/blog-your-way-to-yangon"&gt;AirAsia’s Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.myanmar.com/index.html"&gt;Myanmar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I want to win a free flight to Yangon because I love traveling but do not have the appropriate financial capability to do so often.  Usually a vacation for me is planned at least a year before to save up enough to  go for the vacation. Winning a free flight ticket will ease the burden a lot for  me to fulfill my passion. My dream is to travel around the world and capture the  beauty of this world through photography and I hope this small step can be  achieved by winning this contest from AirAsia. Help me realized&amp;nbsp;my dream  AirAsia. I'll blog about my experience and express my gratitude for you in my  blog.&amp;nbsp;AirAsia, Simply The Best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-228693434983253256?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/228693434983253256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/228693434983253256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-i-would-like-to-do-in-myanmar.html' title='What I Would Like To Do In Myanmar'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TEMWbH1mD7I/AAAAAAAABgY/a5wr5oO02uc/s72-c/31093_436220197386_18801397386_6286423_2511513_n_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-1572758004659796364</id><published>2010-07-11T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:53:08.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Oh…God</title><content type='html'>I guess some of you readers are fully aware that I said before I have a father who regularly sends me emails of all kinds of stuffs. From inspirational quotes to some na…*ehem”…ked*ehem* pictures. So I got this piece of comic strip which is funny right from the beginning to the end. I mean, usually comic strip have a certain build-up from the beginning before it comes down to being funny at all. So here’s a short post for your reading pleasure and to lightened up your week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDnnES6zhZI/AAAAAAAABf0/iNrLipWhD68/s1600-h/%21cid_1_2948542750%40web58504_mail_re3_yahoo%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="!cid_1_2948542750@web58504_mail_re3_yahoo" border="0" height="454" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDnnFqBdfGI/AAAAAAAABf4/YmOzZubNMr4/%21cid_1_2948542750%40web58504_mail_re3_yahoo_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="!cid_1_2948542750@web58504_mail_re3_yahoo" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDnnGtCRixI/AAAAAAAABf8/NG9_qKGlLGQ/s1600-h/%21cid_2_2948542750%40web58504_mail_re3_yahoo%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="!cid_2_2948542750@web58504_mail_re3_yahoo" border="0" height="454" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDnnHrw24jI/AAAAAAAABgA/LHcXHAEul3Y/%21cid_2_2948542750%40web58504_mail_re3_yahoo_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="!cid_2_2948542750@web58504_mail_re3_yahoo" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDnnIxXwZWI/AAAAAAAABgE/AkkfOGV7iAM/s1600-h/%21cid_3_2948542750%40web58504_mail_re3_yahoo%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="!cid_3_2948542750@web58504_mail_re3_yahoo" border="0" height="406" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDnnKCbLCAI/AAAAAAAABgI/mDbRm1UCq_Y/%21cid_3_2948542750%40web58504_mail_re3_yahoo_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="!cid_3_2948542750@web58504_mail_re3_yahoo" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDnnLlu8OJI/AAAAAAAABgM/W2BCSSJhglo/s1600-h/%21cid_4_2948542750%40web58504_mail_re3_yahoo%5B4%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="!cid_4_2948542750@web58504_mail_re3_yahoo" height="405" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDnnNQMOODI/AAAAAAAABgQ/cUBOLZeAqTo/%21cid_4_2948542750%40web58504_mail_re3_yahoo_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="!cid_4_2948542750@web58504_mail_re3_yahoo" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you know why sometimes people yell “Oh God” while having sex. Ok, I admit that all the cartoons doesn’t link actually bit it is funny as hell to put it in order that way. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-1572758004659796364?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1572758004659796364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1572758004659796364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/07/ohgod.html' title='Oh…God'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDnnFqBdfGI/AAAAAAAABf4/YmOzZubNMr4/s72-c/%21cid_1_2948542750%40web58504_mail_re3_yahoo_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-1916051139182697774</id><published>2010-07-09T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:58:05.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>You Are Unique, Just Like Everyone Else</title><content type='html'>Sorry for disappearing from blogosphere for quite a moment although I doubt much people will ever miss my writing. Recently, my disease really get the better of me. Yes, I’m actually fighting an almost incurable and chronic disease. A sickness that I had since young and always troubling my mother. The disease is call laziness. Well, may God bless me in this fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDadIpEwJjI/AAAAAAAABfU/r6OiLJLZFdg/s1600-h/Unique%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Unique" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDadJ5j9kkI/AAAAAAAABfY/q3vXcuHv218/Unique_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Unique" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had anyone told you before that you are someone special? Someone unique and hard to find among the society? Be it the person who remind you of this is you parents, best friends, teachers, lovers, relatives or your dogs, I bet majority of you do agree that statement is true for everyone else. So what’s so special about being unique when everyone else is unique too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Actual Trend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s cool to remind someone that you are actually different, unique and special. Whether you are an exceptional singer, exceptional inventor, exceptional businessman or an exceptional retard, in the end, it makes someone feels special. I used to tell several of my friends how special they are and they should be proud of what they are rather than trying to blend in with the others. But I realized that my efforts are merely fallen on deaf ears because I come to realize, none of them ever take me seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual trend in our society is not trying to be different. Is trying to be the same as everyone else. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Everyone had been trying to indulge themselves and even forcing their way into the “IN” group of the society.&lt;/span&gt; Don’t you agree? In fact, most of you guys do not even realize that you are doing the exact same thing. I know because I used to be that way. Unconsciously, I’m trying to be JUST another member of a group that I have absolutely no idea of to begin with. Before you guys start throwing sticks, stones and dildos at me for falsely accusing you all, let me take an example. The World Cup. The most watched program in the world and everyone is joining in the fun to watch it and unfortunately even gamble on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDadKszrK4I/AAAAAAAABfc/_rprWd0sxN4/s1600-h/unique2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="unique2" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDadLgA4YhI/AAAAAAAABfg/cHJRNE7Dc84/unique2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="unique2" width="604" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing against people trying to get to know about the sport they watched JUST for the sake of being able to keep up with the society. But I’m absolutely hating the fact that people are just plain misunderstanding the World Cup. Let me ask you guys, when World Cup comes into mind, what do you usually thought of besides football? Yes, my friend, you are a freaking genius for saying that it is gambling. Sad to say, many people are saying that betting is a normal tradition of World Cup and everyone is doing it. Those who said that or even thought of that just tainted the sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I know most of you guys do think it that way and even bet on football matches but I’m not gonna go into that. Do any of you guys subconsciously get drawn towards gambling and World Cup because everyone was into it? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I was once&lt;/span&gt;. I remembered I started watching football in Form 3 because everyone of my classmates are talking about football and I too wanted to fit in, subconsciously trying to do what everyone is doing. That includes betting. But I made an effort of getting to know the sport better too rather than just pretending knowing the sport at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s several things you can ask yourself to check if you a one of the person I mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1. Do you watch football on regular basis before this World Cup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2. Do you bet regularly on football matches before this World Cup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3. Do you honestly think that a player’s performance is judged on how many goals the person scores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your answer for “1” and “2” is no and a “yes” for 3, and then yes, you watch World Cup for the sake of blending in the majority. This is ironic compare to what a lot of parents, teachers or friends had been saying that we should be ourselves and dun be influenced by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Bad Thing or A Good Thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDadMQ_3pvI/AAAAAAAABfk/C_0AsJCgjhw/s1600-h/relaywom2_gallery__470x338%2C0%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="relaywom2_gallery__470x338,0" border="0" height="464" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDadOlKd2tI/AAAAAAAABfo/g0DZhahCQDc/relaywom2_gallery__470x338%2C0_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="relaywom2_gallery__470x338,0" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not exactly a bad thing if you ask me. In fact, that is one of the reason I watched World Cup and play Dota last time. I loved them as well. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;However, too much of something isn’t good.&lt;/span&gt; Should World Cup be encouraging betting among the society? What if our children start to take up gambling just for betting in World Cup? I heard of someone committing suicide due to debts from losing in this year’s World Cup matches and what if the person is actually your family members or loved ones? Betting on World Cup matches had become terrifyingly normal that people actually allows betting and even the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eagerness to be accepted by the large majority of the society held a great appeal towards us and it often blinds us. Kids used to being left out for not having Pokemon cards (true story but I’m not involved). They suffer loneliness and naturally, humans cannot live alone. Hence, the great desire to blend in with the majority and break free from the curse of the minority. Humans are capable of being different from everyone else but at the same time, they awaits approval from the society and even trying to blend in at some time. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;To impress them and also to mingle with them&lt;/span&gt;. Consciously or unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Should We Do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching our kids not to be afraid of being yourself and also do not mind any other criticism is a good way. However, is it the correct way of looking into life? I admit that I am most of the time different from many people both in a good way and definitely in a bad way. But is it important? What important is the person to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;feel good about himself/herself and comfortable being in that position&lt;/span&gt;. If a person do not like to stand out so much, it’s kinda hard to try to fore him into something he’s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDadQkr3vMI/AAAAAAAABfs/iYDAZ3Hrlq8/s1600-h/limkokwing_international_students_experience_malaysian_style_rayabig%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="limkokwing_international_students_experience_malaysian_style_rayabig" border="0" height="354" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDadRwmdgtI/AAAAAAAABfw/TiSUj8IPQd4/limkokwing_international_students_experience_malaysian_style_rayabig_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="limkokwing_international_students_experience_malaysian_style_rayabig" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, what important is learning to accept a person for who he/she is. If I’m going to have my own kids, I would instill this into them and I would definitely teach them how to accept people for who they are especially in making friends. We should learn how to accept other people regardless of whatsoever reason. The main reason why so many people trying desperately to blend in to the majority group is because people had been shutting them off if they don’t do so. Learning to accept and adapt is much more crucial than realizing how pointless it is to keep trying to be different at times. We need to be different in our own way and hence, we should also accept that everyone else in this world is unique. As ironic as it may sound, but it is actually a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who wanted to join the “IN” group for the fear of being left out or just trying to blend in with the society, I have one very valuable advise. That is to get your facts right and research done in a right way rather than just bragging about things you see on the surface. You’ll be deemed as an attention seeker if you do so. For the girls who watches football for hot guys, at least know a little bit about your favorite hawtie such as the club he plays for and what is he good at. XD &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It never hurts to learn something right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That’s all for now. Thanks for reading this long post and for those who actually able to read them all (which I actually doubt), thank you anyway. Please leave a comment to express how you feel even if it’s a hater comment. If you are a hater, please have some balls to leave your link before commenting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-1916051139182697774?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1916051139182697774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1916051139182697774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-unique-just-like-everyone-else.html' title='You Are Unique, Just Like Everyone Else'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TDadJ5j9kkI/AAAAAAAABfY/q3vXcuHv218/s72-c/Unique_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-8944576625417786394</id><published>2010-06-30T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:19:20.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><title type='text'>VERSATILE, Not My Style La</title><content type='html'>I never really consider myself as a versatile person. Am I? I cannot go both ways you know. I mean I always fancy playing and messing with “cats” and not some mushroom-headed-sti….er…. Never mind. Forget it. Anyway, first and foremost, I have to(reluctantly) THANK &lt;a href="http://www.carolinemayling.garfield.in/"&gt;Caroline a.k.a. Cabbit a.k.a babi kacukan tikus&lt;/a&gt; according to &lt;a href="http://www.submerryn.com/"&gt;Merryn&lt;/a&gt; for giving me this award. Good, at least i have something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODUNkObO7c/TCiogvuYqWI/AAAAAAAABj8/X5tu4MQYpsI/s1600/VersatileBloggerAward-Tekkaus.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODUNkObO7c/TCiogvuYqWI/AAAAAAAABj8/X5tu4MQYpsI/s1600/VersatileBloggerAward-Tekkaus.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are a list of rules I have to follow and I doubt I could follow them correctly. I’m sort of a rebel anyway. These are the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. List 7 random things about myself&lt;br /&gt;2. Share the award with 15 other bloggers (confirm dun have)&lt;br /&gt;3. Link and let those bloggers know (doubt I'll do that)&lt;br /&gt;4. Thank and send back the love to the blogger who awarded me this by linking her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s start of with the 7 random things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever since a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;cat shit in front of my door and let me step on it&lt;/span&gt;, I have the urge to kick any cat I saw as far as I could just for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I apparently always give &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;bad first impression&lt;/span&gt; to whoever who saw me even before I could move, eat, shit, think or basically doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Being called “&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Porn Supplier&lt;/span&gt;” back in my uni although there are only 2 friends who kept coming over to my room to steal them. Even notorious in 2 faculties for it and even people who didn’t know me, know my name but too ignorant to find out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Often being mistook as the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;younger brother&lt;/span&gt; especially standing next to my brother who is twice my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always amazed by the fact that a 21 years old girl can be so &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ignorant and clueless about “general knowledge”&lt;/span&gt;. Even my friend’s younger sister know what is a 3some and a BJ (NOT MENTIONING NAMES).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a huge crush on &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rozz from 987 FM&lt;/span&gt;. I love her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Even my best friends don’t believe &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I never smoke before&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have a dad who used to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;steal my porn&lt;/span&gt;. Now he downloads, my turn to steal from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The only reason I’m alive is because&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; it is illegal to kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Purposely write 10 random facts because wanted to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;break the rule&lt;/span&gt;. I swear I did it with a gun pointed at my head. (Ok I lied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to tag 15 bloggers. Actually this is the most problematic rules of all for me. Simply for a reason than I don’t have even up to 15 blogger friends. So i just list out several blogs that never been mentioned before by other bloggers and hopefully they will appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These chicks prove that girls are not only about good looks but also brains as well. I simply love their witty and bitchy(in a good way) attitude. I also love the fact that they are very outspoken. Probably a bit like my blog as well, we tend to see things differently and are not afraid to voice out our opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://erishaling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lil Miss Confession&lt;/a&gt; (probably the first female blog I follow and still love reading her post. Hope she post more often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://miss-hanz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Hanz&lt;/a&gt; (don’t let her cute looks fool you. Don’t ever judge a book by its cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://cleffairy.com/"&gt;Cleffairy&lt;/a&gt; (probably one of the most fiery bloggers around and also my big sister in blogosphere of course. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://mschorlor.com/"&gt;Ms Chor Lor&lt;/a&gt; (ok she’s a transgender so what? She’s one hell of a blogger and story teller. Recommend reading her Story of A Transgender)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://jennifer-chai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer Chai&lt;/a&gt; (I like the fact that she’s very open to hamsap stuff. Caroline must learn more from her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.spicymother.com/"&gt;Spicy Mother&lt;/a&gt; (although it’s only a gossip and entertainment blog, I like it when she write in her own opinion as well in all those posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the very entertaining blogs. Some of these are famous and I think they don’t give a nut if I blog about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://donnalim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Donna&lt;/a&gt; (always give me a good laugh with her very original posts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://insaneonion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/a&gt; (this is exactly where you should stop by if you are feeling stressed out. My fellow LESBIAN worshipper. LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://garfield.in/"&gt;Garfield WTF&lt;/a&gt; (tech blog with a whole lots of rants that will sizzle your read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://caramelz.my/"&gt;Grey Ang&lt;/a&gt; (dude, where the hell have you been missing? His blog is similar to mine and only with a lot less vulgarities, nicer lay-out and definitely some kick ass life lessons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://thebutterflytales.blogspot.com/"&gt;Butterfly&lt;/a&gt; (he’s quite a famous blogger in Singapore. His blog posts never cease to amuse me with posts about his screwed up trips, debacle stories and he’s quite a male chauvinist. Something like Peter Chao in Singapore’s blogosphere. Not recommended for those who can’t take jokes well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://taxidiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Singapore Taxi Driver&lt;/a&gt; (his daily encounter as a taxi driver and very interesting as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://cwken.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wai Ken&lt;/a&gt; (I know this guy for like 10 years and I think he’s one of the most versatile blogger of all since he blog about many different things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://www.kenwooi.com/"&gt;Kenwooi&lt;/a&gt; (need me intro summore meh? =___=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://ourlifesimpermanence.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gratitude&lt;/a&gt; (I guess everyone know him as well. I like his blog posts as they make think a lot and sometimes it is coz of his POWDERFUL english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now. It’s not that I don’t like other blogs, I read every blogs in my blog roll but most of the time I remain as a silent reader because my sucky internet connection loads pages VERY slowly. Thanks once again, &lt;a href="http://www.carolinemayling.garfield.in/"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt; for the award. Appreciate it. Not much love given though for kept calling me pig in her blog. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-8944576625417786394?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8944576625417786394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8944576625417786394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/06/versatile-not-my-style-la.html' title='VERSATILE, Not My Style La'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FODUNkObO7c/TCiogvuYqWI/AAAAAAAABj8/X5tu4MQYpsI/s72-c/VersatileBloggerAward-Tekkaus.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-6778556455892310260</id><published>2010-06-28T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:37:00.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Facebook Relationship Status</title><content type='html'>In case any of you guys are confuse, I’m referring to the info in Facebook where you select whether you are single or in a relationship etc. And in case you are frowning to the fact that I’m stating the obvious, I’m taught not to make any assumptions because there a re a lot more retards in the world than you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChdrEX6zTI/AAAAAAAABek/fawnbBYCoBM/s1600-h/funny-facebook-desperation-for-apps%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="funny-facebook-desperation-for-apps" border="0" height="277" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChdstGY3gI/AAAAAAAABeo/2ytSAZr_9sg/funny-facebook-desperation-for-apps_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="funny-facebook-desperation-for-apps" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, declaring your status on your Facebook can sometimes be more amusing than you think. I admit that whenever someone changes their status on Facebook, I’ll be looking at it to make sure my assumptions are correct. And yes, I’m too free and had nothing else better to do on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;Ever-changing Status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure you guys have certain friends who kept changing their relationship status almost as often as they eat. One minute they are in a relationship, another minute it is complicated and then the next minute single. Finally they change back to in a relationship. And then, back to complicated and followed up by single. Then back again. Ok, you know what I mean right? It’s the same bloody cycle and it never stays permanent. I am not sure whether any of you think this way, but this shows that you are actually telling the whole world that you are having an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChdtQjnUyI/AAAAAAAABes/B1yV2dW9OfU/s1600-h/funny-facebook-hw-grandkids%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="funny-facebook-hw-grandkids" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChdu3Qg-CI/AAAAAAAABew/li1etnIMnBQ/funny-facebook-hw-grandkids_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="funny-facebook-hw-grandkids" width="625" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then every single of your friend will be shocked and kept commenting and offering words of comfort for a “break up” you know wouldn’t last long. As the cycle continues, you will realize not much people will care because they just brushes it off as a normal tantrum you throw. I know this serves a purpose of letting your boyfriend/girlfriend to know that you are very serious about it which unfortunately mostly just a piece of act. It comes to the time where friends no longer care and some might even label you as an attention seeker which you might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The “Like” Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the funniest thing I ever observed regarding this matter is the people who “Like”. For example, a girl went on to change her relationship status to “In A Relationship”, you can see many people will come over to congratulate and people of all sexes came over to “Like” the status. But when the girl changes from “In A Relationship” to “Single”, many come over to ask why and showing concern and there are people who “Like” it too. However, I bet majority of the people who “Like” the status of the girl are GUYS. What does this tells us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChdvnTrIqI/AAAAAAAABe0/g18Db-g39yE/s1600-h/a97011_f8%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="a97011_f8" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChdxPydBkI/AAAAAAAABe4/dASFv3QVS3c/a97011_f8_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="a97011_f8" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When a guy changes to “In A Relationship” status, many people came over to “Like” and congratulate the guy. When the guy changes back to “Single”, and what happens? Yeah, rarely anyone comes to like especially girls. Unless you are a fucking good looking guy with tonned body, if not then I won’t see that happening and this is the time when even your size of your private part doesn’t matters. What does this tell us?&lt;br /&gt;This just simply tell us that there are a lot of wolves in Facebook trying to stalk a girl especially if you are a hot one. Girls are much more sympathetic towards a broken hearted person which is why you don’t see many of them liking all this stuff unless the ex is one hell of a rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Status Determines Your Value&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChdx2Xc9AI/AAAAAAAABe8/D-JOnuH-m20/s1600-h/a97011_f6%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="a97011_f6" border="0" height="240" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChdy3IFItI/AAAAAAAABfA/3O8v29WocSY/a97011_f6_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="a97011_f6" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know many people would not admit to this. But internet had proved to be a very good enhancer for one’s flirting skills. This shows why so many people tends to flirt online and there are many online relationship. I even have a friend who used to date a girl in Singapore for 2 years while he’s in Kuala Lumpur. Xiaxue is a good example as well and I bet there are many bloggers who found their other half through internet. This explains why there are certain people who do not want to change their “Single” relationship while they already in a relationship. They are waiting for bigger fish in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChdzpDuboI/AAAAAAAABfE/TER4bXiRg6U/s1600-h/funny-facebook-inconfidence-bro%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="funny-facebook-inconfidence-bro" border="0" height="343" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChd1T2sTTI/AAAAAAAABfI/zwHcTUc24So/funny-facebook-inconfidence-bro_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="funny-facebook-inconfidence-bro" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Apparently there are people who think that their value eventually drops when they set their status relationship online. I knew several girls who think and unfortunately one of them is my ex as well. And then guys will randomly add these girls as well. Don’t you agree? There are random people who will just add you and then come over to wall and “get to know you”? I do not know what’s wrong with girls who kept saying how perverted guys are and by doing this, they are actually wanting these “perverts” to take notice of them. And it’s even funnier when there are very few people who take notice them. Ok, somehow I’m telling about how’s my love is last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChd2K6x0kI/AAAAAAAABfM/FyIoWmo6la4/s1600-h/a97011_f10%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="a97011_f10" border="0" height="413" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChd29A0uFI/AAAAAAAABfQ/z8udpG-diNA/a97011_f10_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="a97011_f10" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely agree that Facebook had done a great deal in bringing people closer and long distance relationship possible. Despite security and privacy issues, I still thinks that it brings more good than bad. Most important, it brings entertainment to my life and I don’t mean the games of having your own restaurant, farm, mafia, toilet, whore house or whatever. I think you guys get what i mean. So happy Facebook-ing people. Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/mrWJEuePY7g/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrWJEuePY7g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrWJEuePY7g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. I Love Facebook. Pictures courtesy from &lt;a href="http://failbook.com/"&gt;FAILBOOK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-6778556455892310260?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6778556455892310260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6778556455892310260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/06/facebook-relationship-status.html' title='Facebook Relationship Status'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TChdstGY3gI/AAAAAAAABeo/2ytSAZr_9sg/s72-c/funny-facebook-desperation-for-apps_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-4765191144485532450</id><published>2010-06-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:56:28.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>A Perfect Relationship</title><content type='html'>What is a perfect relationship to you guys? Good looking partners? Lots of sex? Relationship that permits freedom? Or a relationship that does not have any arguments? I think that most people would rather have a relationship that does not have any arguments to be considered as perfect. Am I right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TCNximxdqbI/AAAAAAAABeU/uW1NAhZW62s/s1600-h/argument1227837759%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="argument1227837759" border="0" height="310" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TCNxjvSlw3I/AAAAAAAABeY/k-gsiSi1CrU/argument1227837759_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="argument1227837759" width="413" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;However, do anyone really thinks that that is the perfect way for a relationship? A relationship without any arguments or disagreements? I do know that almost everyone out there prays that arguments could be minimized and I do that too when I’m in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;Boredom Comes Into Equation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship without arguments unfortunately also equals to a relationship that is boring. I know how some people tends to disagree with me now but it is a fact. No matter how loving you two can be, if you guys have the same opinion with every little things in life, then you are actually going out with yourself. It’s just like masturbation.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this, having your partner knows everything about you down to the little details such as how you pick your nose and what type of underwear you like to wear. The thought itself is scary and passionless. A relationship should not be like that in my opinion. Regardless how bored you are getting of your partner, there should be way to spice things up a little. Which explains why so many girls resorted to meaningless arguments. They argue just for the sake of arguing even unconsciously. I know many girls will try to deny this but that is actually happening. Guys are not much better but very few of us will resort to this method naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;Running Away Is Not An Option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TCNxk_TLsMI/AAAAAAAABec/479lehVPCsw/s1600-h/dpan2008l%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="dpan2008l" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TCNxmPrFHYI/AAAAAAAABeg/30yCuPPxuMA/dpan2008l_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="dpan2008l" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Most people will tend to run away from arguments or the problems they faced everyday. I heard before of a story of a old married couple who never argues before in their entire marriage. This is because when they get married, they made a pact not to voice out any arguments and when they reach and disagreement, they will go for a walk to walk it off. Sounds like a peaceful family to most people but to me, I think that is rather depressing.&lt;br /&gt;The couple is actually running away from their problems instead of confronting them. They should just talk it out rather than keeping it inside them. Imagine all the years of disagreements kept hidden within yourself and the problems might occurred again in the future. Tell me. Is this the life you want it? Is really not arguing the best solution? Or is it just a form of running away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: medium;"&gt;Arguing The Right Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t encourage anyone to just stab their partners or throw tantrums around. I do not encourage people to argue more and further strain their relationships. It’s true that argument keeps a relationship stronger as it present problems that needed to be overcome in order for a better future. Arguing is not necessary throwing your voice up or at any chance, murdering your partner. It can be done in a softer way such as sitting down to talk it out in a calm manner. Respecting the views of your partner while trying to understand them. Sounds easy but it is hard and I too having a problem executing it right.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is no such thing as a perfect relationship. To me, a perfect relationship is when both stay committed and happy together. When an argument arises, they should talk it out and at the end of the day, they should appreciate and happy to have one another. That's all from me today. Have fun building a nice relationship everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-4765191144485532450?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4765191144485532450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4765191144485532450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/06/perfect-relationship.html' title='A Perfect Relationship'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TCNxjvSlw3I/AAAAAAAABeY/k-gsiSi1CrU/s72-c/argument1227837759_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-6861981412471470423</id><published>2010-06-18T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:27:59.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pulau Perhentian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Pulau Perhentian, Heaven On Earth</title><content type='html'>Usually when people talk about best island or beach here in Malaysia, it is always expected to be either Pulau Redang or Pulau Langkawi. When I told people that I'm going to Pulau Perhentian for a holiday trip with my family, most people would look at me in confusion and ask "Where is that? Never hear before." Of course some of them had heard it before but they just don't know what and how is that place just like I do. So here, I have the opportunity to go to Pulau Perhentian and I decided to share with you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0463.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the boat trip to Pulau Perhentian Besar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_1122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_1122.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Pulau Perhentian!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trip started with me feeling extremely sleepy. Having slept at 3am and then waking up at 5 something in the morning. It is definitely not a pleasant feeling. The most ridiculous thing is the flight is at 10.30am and I only lived 30 minutes away from KLIA. But there certain reasons with why I had to get my ass up before the sun even shines. A bumpy van ride followed right after the flight and we stop by for keropok lekor break. The funniest during this whole period is people are actually discussing whether to buy watermelons and bring them over to Pulau Perhentian. I don't know what's the whole fuss about as I personally think it is a bitch to carry such heavy things around. Of coz it wouldn't be a problem for them as the young males of the family are going to do the carrying job. However, ladyluck smiles upon our backbones and the older generation decided to not get any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0841.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clear blue sky, crystal clear water, white fine and soft sand. This is paradise&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my boat arrives in Pulau Perhentian, the beauty of the sea immediately captivate my heart. We actually have CRYSTAL CLEAR waters over here in Malaysia. After trips to Pulau Pangkor and Desaru beach, Pulau Perhentian definitely make me convinced that the two places I've been to are public toilets. The water is just so clear, I'm tempted to drink it and wonder if it's really salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/PulauPerhentianDay2_46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/PulauPerhentianDay2_46.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lodging area&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0522.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The resort&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I step on the beach of Pulau Perhentian Resort, I believed I just landed on one of God's greatest creation. The fine white sand makes your feel like you are stepping on grass instead. Hell, even grass are much rougher on my feet than the sand there. There are a lot of corals and fishes and the water is only waist deep during low tide that evening. But being a swimming retard and the corals are exceptionally painful to step on, I threw off the idea of going to see some nice fishes and corals for that evening since all snorkeling equipments are rented out for the day. So it's only taking photos, playing ball by the beach and submerge myself in the clear blue sea for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0791.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cafeteria&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a place to wake up in the morning. The white soft sand and the crystal clear sea and to top it off, a clear blue sky. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What a paradise!!!&lt;/span&gt; Unless of course, you woke up with rashes on your hand and the nearest clinic is a 30 minutes boat ride from the place. That is exactly what happens to me. I did not have a single clue why the hell I have rashes and all I can do is just pray it won't get any worse by the end of the day. What a great way to spoil my morning but I will never let that hinder my trip on this paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/PulauPerhentianDay2_24-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/PulauPerhentianDay2_24-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took some medication which my sister brought which I am not even sure if it's actually appropriate. Why? Because it is antibiotics for stomach upset. Probably that's why my rashes didn't get to my stomach region. Then I'm off for breakfast and then get my ass to take some photos of the place before heading to rent snorkeling equipments. Not to mention me, my sister and my aunt camwhoring all the way. And guess who had to bring all 8 life jackets back to the hotel? 3 woman and me the only man at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Let me clarify first, I do not know how to bloody swim.&lt;/span&gt; Heck, I don't even know how to float and the only pathetic thing I know how to do is straightened out your arms and body and paddle with your legs. Yeah, the noob style for small kids. But does that hinder me from snorkeling? Hell no. The crystal clear sea is tempting and seducing me to go. What could go wrong? A snorkel that enables me to breathe while facing underwater and a life jacket that enables me to float effortlessly. So i donned on my gears and get my ass out to the open&amp;nbsp; sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_1071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_1071.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me and my sister&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment submerging my body within the crystal clear sea, I felt extremely relaxed. Being able to float and swim around is something I never could achieve. Moreover, submerging half my head into the water to observe the underwater while still being able to breathe. Heavenly. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There are a lot of lively fishes and beautiful corals around for my viewing pleasure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for all this. I love snorkeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to my noobish handling of the goggles, sea water seem to find a way to enter my goggle. To make it worse, it's around my nose region. Naturally, I should change from lying flat against the water and bring my head up to fix my goggle. And then the real shit begin. I do not know how the fuck to straightened my body vertically. Fuck. I'm totally stuck at lying flat with face downwards against the water. There are some water in my nose region within the goggle and no matter how many times I try blowing them out of the goggle, some water managed to sneak in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_1035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_1035.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;How clear is the water? This is taken from the jetty and not underwater.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being helpless for the moment as my cousin and sister are quite a distant from me, I try to struggle to get my heads up for some fresh air but given my natural talent in swimming, I failed miserable of course. I thought the only smart and possible idea is to continue swimming like that and snort the remaining sea water up my nose. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Worst fucking idea EVER. &lt;/span&gt;Snorting the sea water makes me feel slightly dizzy and the feeling of salty sea water between your nose and throat region, is plain fucking unbearable. I manage to straightened my body by pulling my victim(my sister) to positioned myself. Then not long after that, I felt real dizzy and for God knows what reason, I even nauseate. So, I had to head back to the beach to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I hate snorkeling. Whoever came out with this idea must be a retard who drinks whale semen for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/PulauPerhentianDay2_75.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/PulauPerhentianDay2_75.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset shot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was suppose to go to several snorkeling trip around the island and also for turtle and shark watching. But having such strings of bad luck since the morning, I am already a pussy and I decline the trip. I decided sleeping in my room for the rest of the afternoon before taking some photographs would be the better idea. Eventually the rashes got worse in the afternoon and fortunately, it is only on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0587.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another sunset shot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, photography session of the whole beach and sea, got me tempted to snorkel again. But since it's already late, I settle for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last and final day of this trip. As decided the day before, I get my balls out and went on to snorkel again. Best decision EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_0773.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hard to believe that this is Malaysia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we haven't snorkel at this particular spot before, we are surprised with the amount of fishes there. We fed them with slices of bread stolen from the cafeteria and took some photos with my aunt's camera that can take pictures underwater. Again, my inability to swim hinders me to take photos underwater if my feet never touches the bottom. So had to proceed to shallow ares for picture taking but the jacket had kept me floating so much, I cannot even submerge in the water. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So I had to remove it to satisfy the camwhore within myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TBtx3YOsnZI/AAAAAAAABeI/N8KtawtXhhU/s1600/31064_1483075234061_1149252587_1408495_4367471_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TBtx3YOsnZI/AAAAAAAABeI/N8KtawtXhhU/s400/31064_1483075234061_1149252587_1408495_4367471_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one who can't swim but is the best camwhore underwater&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fell in love with snorkeling again, I had to leave this beautiful paradise. I'm not sure how long its beauty will last but I highly recommend everyone to go there at least once. Especially if you are a beach and water lover. I give it out a 11/10 experience. This is the only beach I been to that can satisfy my 4 beauty elements of the beach which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1. White soft sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2. Crystal clear blue sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;3. Clear blue sky with nice weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;4. Bikini babes&lt;/span&gt;. (although the pretty ones are flat chested while the big bust babes are not that pretty, but I still think the pretty ones are sufficient for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_1213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/DSC_1213.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite the clear sea, the tap waiter is actually brown in color. Makes me wanna bathe in the open sea instead. This is the toilet bowl. XD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: No pictures of pretty babes as it is not my camera and like I said, IT IS A FAMILY TRIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-6861981412471470423?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6861981412471470423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6861981412471470423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/06/pulau-perhentian-heaven-on-earth.html' title='Pulau Perhentian, Heaven On Earth'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy47/ill_legal/ill_legal/th_DSC_0463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-1810666020253340251</id><published>2010-06-08T04:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T04:16:26.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Choo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pua Khein-Seng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary Chaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysian'/><title type='text'>Great Malaysians</title><content type='html'>When the statement "Great Malaysian" comes in mind, who do we thought of? There are many of them such as Tun Dr. Mahathir, Tunku Abdul Rahman, Yasmin Ahmad, Vincent Tan, Tony Fernandez and the lists goes on. These people had definitely made a name right here in Malaysia and idolized by many people in Malaysia.To tell the truth, there are actually many Malaysians who are unappreciated back over here in Malaysia. Hence, they ventured out to other countries and eventually much more famous that anyone could ever imagine. In post, I'm gonna reviewed several Malaysians that I very much respect besides Yasmin Ahmad and Dr. M. Surprisingly, these Malaysians have on thing in common. They are not acknowledged here in Malaysia during their early days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jimmy Choo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TA1SA6t3lQI/AAAAAAAABd8/uuQOCxUn4KA/s1600/datukjimmychoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TA1SA6t3lQI/AAAAAAAABd8/uuQOCxUn4KA/s400/datukjimmychoo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take a look at the ever famous Jimmy Choo. A well known shoe designer which some shoe could value up to double of your current salary. When people thought Jimmy Choo must be from a rich family since he get to further his studies in London, the fact is far from that. He had to work in order for him to pay off his education fees and even had to survived mainly on cup noodles before Princess Diana take a fancy of his work. Even until now, in Malaysia, many people thought that venturing into shoe designing would not be profitable despite having someone being so successful. I do not know why but I definitely reckon Jimmy Choo as one of the greatest Malaysian ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Gary Chaw &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TA1SMsjwLCI/AAAAAAAABeA/jrY57SsnXsU/s1600/garysuperman-newcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TA1SMsjwLCI/AAAAAAAABeA/jrY57SsnXsU/s400/garysuperman-newcover.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of you readers listened to Gary Chaw? No doubt that he is one of the most successful Chinese artist of all time. With his incredible singing ability and song writing skills, most would definitely think that there's no way in hell that no record company is not going to sign him. That is definitely not the case for Gary. Despite his success, he had difficulties in landing a record label as he is not good looking. Which is why he went over to Taiwan, but the problem continues to haunt him. But when he finally met a company that is willing to sign him, that guy is definitely kicking everyone's ass right now with his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pua Khein-Seng&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TA1ScbMEkeI/AAAAAAAABeE/lkqDkf62eE0/s1600/b_p6Khein.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TA1ScbMEkeI/AAAAAAAABeE/lkqDkf62eE0/s400/b_p6Khein.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the one person that I really wanna talk about actually. I bet most people are definitely wondering who the fuck is Pus Khein-Seng. He is a Malaysian of coz. To me, definitely one of the greatest Malaysian ever lived. And yet not much Malaysians know who is he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the Phison's president, the person who invented pendrive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The inventor of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;PENDRIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;MALAYSIAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, we uses pendrive, USB thumbdrive or whatever you want to call it, more than anything else especially during our assignments and work. In fact, everyone in the world is using it and how many of you are aware that the inventor of pendrive is actually a Malaysian? And he's not some fella who is born in Malaysia but flew somewhere else during young. Let me give you guys a quick profile of who Pua Khein-Send is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's from Sekinchan, Selangor and he only flew over to Taiwan to study for his degree in Electrical Control Engineering. He did well in his degree program which resulted in him being offered a place for Masters. He actually did planned to return to Malaysia after completing his studies but end up setting up a company in Taiwan together with 5 other people and one of them is a Malaysian too. Then just after 6 months, in year 2000, the 6 inventors come out with their invention, the world first-ever USB storage system Pen Drive. For those who are interested, you can just google his background and profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, let me share with you guys several statements made by Mr. Pua himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;“There is no environment or support for design engineers here in  Malaysia . One of my Malaysian engineers from Phison returned home and  ended up as a teacher in a Chinese school! I was shocked and thought,  ‘After all that training and re-training, he is going to just teach?’ I  told him to hold on till I open up the Phison branch in Malaysia .”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;“We were the first company in the world to develop the USB Drive SoC  (System On Chip) and we were very confident that the market for USB will  be huge. At the time, no one believed in us so we had to do everything  ourselves – from developing the technology, the chips to the product  itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;“We launched &lt;i&gt;Pen Drive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;in June 2001 and by August the  same year, we broke even! From September 2001, we were reaping monthly  profits from our invention and there has been no turning back since.” &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed? Another quick fact. The reason Mr. Pua went over to Taiwan to study is because the fees to further studies in Singapore and US is much more expensive and Taiwan is the cheaper option. And also because he didn't get a place in &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;LOCAL UNIVERSITY&lt;/b&gt;. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This guy is handling $31 billion in Taiwan. Move over Robert er.....Robert who? Oh Yeah Robert Kuok..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-1810666020253340251?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1810666020253340251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1810666020253340251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-malaysians.html' title='Great Malaysians'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TA1SA6t3lQI/AAAAAAAABd8/uuQOCxUn4KA/s72-c/datukjimmychoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-8818407455422591786</id><published>2010-06-04T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:36:17.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>My Own Definition of VIP</title><content type='html'>You go to a function or an event, no matter what, you still need to wait for the VIP to arrive, do this, do that, say this, say that, before the event officially kicks off. VIP usually means Very Important People/Person but honestly no one gives a damn except our higher ups who wanted to squeeze something from them. So I just came out with this statement which I think accurately describes VIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TAjILr1MQVI/AAAAAAAABd4/183phWG_zUw/s1600/logo_vip%286%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TAjILr1MQVI/AAAAAAAABd4/183phWG_zUw/s320/logo_vip%286%29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;VIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;VIP&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Very Insignificant Phrase&lt;/span&gt; used to refer to some &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Very Inconsiderate People&lt;/span&gt; who think they are actually &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Very Important People&lt;/span&gt; and unfortunately most of them are&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Very Insensitive Pussies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;although they hold &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Valuable Intimidating Power&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to explain if some of you do not agree with what I just post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Insignificant Phrase&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No matter how we label them, most of us don't give a shit who are they and their existence in an event hold very little significance for majority of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Inconsiderate People&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They often arrives late and the event and food cannot start without them. Never consider how hungry and anxious we are while having the balls to come late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Important People&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Need me explain? They thought toilet cleaners not important. Imagine a world with dirty toilets or imagine our public toilets and I don't mean those in big shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Insensitive Pussies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When there is a fire in the building, who will be escorted out first? Them or you kids? Bunch of pussies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valuable Intimidating Power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's because of the valuable power they possessed, people are scared shit of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of writing long posts. Going for some short posts for now. XD Oh yeah. At first I was planning to upload &lt;a href="http://www.carolinemayling.garfield.in/"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt;'s picture trying to act cute with her Sailormoon hairstyle, but since she featured me in her blog, I shall forgive this Cabbit for now. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-8818407455422591786?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8818407455422591786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8818407455422591786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-own-definition-of-vip.html' title='My Own Definition of VIP'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/TAjILr1MQVI/AAAAAAAABd4/183phWG_zUw/s72-c/logo_vip%286%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-2070716989065286014</id><published>2010-05-28T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:10:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender? Differences? Screw It Part 1</title><content type='html'>Had been slacking off and getting lazier. I actually thought of  blogging about this several days ago but I just didn't get my mood back  for blogging. Anyway, I guess most of us notice that we tend to group  certain characteristic based on gender. Am I right? Am I right to say  that women always label men as idiots and men always regard women as  noisy at some point in their relationship? Well, I do not that humans  are that much different by having a different gender. Yes, it is obvious  that there are certain things cannot be avoided due to hormones but not  that much different actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S_6nC0ApiEI/AAAAAAAABd0/152PtAKw44s/s1600/male-female-brain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S_6nC0ApiEI/AAAAAAAABd0/152PtAKw44s/s400/male-female-brain.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in this  blog post, I'm gonna list out several common opinions regardless of sex.  Just for the fun of trying to screw the minds of male chauvinists and  feminists.Excuse the language in this post as I did not write in such  way for a long time. Those who can't tolerate foul language then please  leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men Are Idiots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I  would not deny that fact of coz. I mean most of us are idiots and  majority of us are superficial idiots. However, to have a girl to like  anyone of us idiots out there, I certainly do not think that only guys  are idiots. In conclusion, humans are idiots. We all have our own little  mistakes and none of us are perfect. When the girls stressed that men  are idiots and start spewing our flaws, to me, they are just equally as  bad for not realizing that they too have flaws. For example, if you  somehow get &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;EQUAL&lt;/span&gt; marks in an exam with a  total idiot, will you still say that particular person is an idiot and  you are not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S_6luP3EaYI/AAAAAAAABdo/IQZeZ2V5dnk/s1600/all_men_are_idiots_and_i_married_their_king_tshirt-p235533056267630883q9bn_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S_6luP3EaYI/AAAAAAAABdo/IQZeZ2V5dnk/s400/all_men_are_idiots_and_i_married_their_king_tshirt-p235533056267630883q9bn_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not to  judge whether which is the smarter sex as it seems equal to me. Men who  had sinned will definitely get a harsher judgment than women. And what  really ticks me off sometimes is when women kept judging male based on  every single shit they hear from their girlfriends, internet and even  movies. I do not meant to insult anyone's intelligence but I seen girls  bullshitting about guys after a movie scene which usually went like  this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Some guy did some shit on some movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Girl A&lt;/span&gt;: Yerr, look at that guy. So bad. So pity  the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Girl B&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah la. All guys  like that wan. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing you know, a movie  is made and claiming that the entire earth is made of alien's  droppings. Then, people would start to believe so. Seriously, that how  it seems. I even had a lot of argument with my ex after some serious  shit movie she saw. Claiming how bad are guys and how I am like the  ambassador for men so indirectly every faults point to me. If I am that  great, I would definitely not end up with her in the first place. Wait,  probably coz I'm an idiot and that's why I end up there. Yeah, FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Women Are The Weaker Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I  would not deny that men are more superior in terms of physical strength  but to me, it doesn't count that way. Sad to say, nowadays, most men  seem to have their balls ripped off from them during birth. Sometimes, I  contemplating searching for sex change ad and directly throws it to  their face. They might act all tough and macho but deep down they are  just plain pussy on the inside. I knew some of them and sometimes I wish  I can just castrate them and take their manhood and shove it up their  arse. Want to know what makes me wanna do that? Here's the few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S_6miP7ktEI/AAAAAAAABdw/a4rbfYRUZo0/s1600/tarzanDM2804_468x599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S_6miP7ktEI/AAAAAAAABdw/a4rbfYRUZo0/s400/tarzanDM2804_468x599.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking his gf  to buy condoms. Seriously, this is one of the fucking lamest thing I've  heard a guy done. And the gf is my friend of coz but not gonna reveal  names here. You wanted to have sex but you are just too pussy to buy a  condom to cover your own dick? Might as well get a dildo and shove it up  your own ass right? I do not know how the world goes but to me, a  person got to take responsibility. And from what I see, this guy  definitely felt ashamed and do not have any balls to buy even a pack of  condom? I seriously salute the girl for having more balls than him. Who  say women are the weaker sex?&lt;br /&gt;Men had definitely been regarded as  the more charismatic sex because they have balls for voicing out. Sadly,  I've seen too many wannabes that only know how to talk. I knew this guy  who can go on and on about what he will do and what he can do but when  it comes to the time that really matters, somehow his balls just  retracted and even forces a girl to do the work. By claiming that he's  helping her and shits like that, but obviously, he's just making excuses  to cover up for his lack of balls. Who say women are the weaker sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's  all for part 1. Probably will come out with part 2 as soon as I get  back from Singapore. Sorry for those blogs I didn't comment on lately. I  do read them but my fucked up connection prevents me from commenting. I  even had a hard time logging in my own blog. Luckily Facebook and  Twitter unaffected. Dunno why. Till then. See you guys. Leave a comment  and I will reply as soon as I get back. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-2070716989065286014?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/2070716989065286014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/2070716989065286014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/gender-differences-screw-it-part-1.html' title='Gender? Differences? Screw It Part 1'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S_6nC0ApiEI/AAAAAAAABd0/152PtAKw44s/s72-c/male-female-brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-1504938604093929612</id><published>2010-05-19T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:24:37.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>When Politics Went Wrong</title><content type='html'>I cannot help but notice how wrong is the whole by-election is in Sibu. It is filled with controversies and even racism if you ask me. First of all, the video of Najib making deals with people of Sibu. For those who are not aware of it, here is the video for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwNLT428PqU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwNLT428PqU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The Classic Gesture Slip And Statement Controversies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had anyone here watched before the series called "Lie To Me"? It is a drama series regarding how several investigators led by Dr. Lightman to study the micro expression and body language of a person to know if that particular person is lying. Although the drama is totally fictional but the facts regarding micro expression and body language is true. The drama series provide many proof on politicians regarding all the details and you can even google it from the internet. Note that in 3:53 when Najib said "This is a government who cares for his people", he had a Classic Gesture Slip. Scratching his nose which represents that he is unsure of his own statement and even lying at some point. For more details, read this &lt;a href="http://danielakawmd.wordpress.com/2010/03/24/eight-of-the-most-common-lying-gestures/"&gt;Eight of The Most Common Lying Gestures&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, he contradicts himself in many occasion. If he says that this is a government that truly cares, why must BN wins only he will give us the money? I'm not sure whether is that matter under the jurisdiction of the country's ruling body or the state's ruling body but if it's under country's ruling body, then it is not an option but a DUTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;The Bribery Accusation &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say that our dear PM is obviously trying to bribe the people, but I would like to think differently. This is because politicians that cannot deliver then no point electing them. He might be right making those move but people just depict them wrongly. However, is because of his attitude in delivering that speech especially the "you help me, i help you" statement. To tell the truth, that's the main reason why BN had lost in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;People are not dumb. They often judges another person not only by the contents of a speech but also by the manner of delivering the speech. Probably that what angers the people of Sibu and decided that they wanted to show BN that they could not be simply bought over by money. To tell the truth, the government should not only fulfilled their duty AFTER the election but also throughout their entire ruling period. May be the government did not notice but we as the citizens felt that especially during the middle period between elections, things become less unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of controversies going on in this by election and the Opposition did hell of a job highlighting the bad side of BN since the general election. However, I am not on either side of all this. I just sit around and observe to see who can deliver promise to my place. Since Lee Hwa Beng lost, I had not seen any good performance from PKR candidates. And then this recent comment from Perkasa really angers me. Read &lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/malaysia/article/perkasa-again-questions-chinese-support-for-bn/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; if you guys are not sure of what i am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One of The Most Racist Remarks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong, but I found out that Ibrahim had unconsciously labeled BN as a Malay party while DAP is a Chinese? And he wanted us to give in and be easily bought over? Isn't elections about choosing policies and candidates? Robert Lau didn't make any effort and it seems like Najib is the candidate for the election. Besides that, isn't it natural to think that voting for someone who trying to manipulate others is a wrong choice? The election is not racist as both candidates are Chinese as well. However, from Ibrahim's statement, there are certain racist suggestive remarks which I bet most people would agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can 1Malaysia be realized if we have leaders making these sort of remarks? Why would he jump to conclusion that the people vote against BN is because they supported DAP policies which biased towards Chinese people? Isn't all this his assumptions or he deliberately interviews every single citizens that voted against BN? When he says that the Chinese do not appreciate what the P have gave us, but the PM haven't gave them anything yet? And is he trying to suggest that there are not a single Chinese that vote for BN? From his statement, I would say yes. Is he gonna apologize, I don't think so. Asking BN to revised financial plan fr Chinese community? I'm glad that BN rejected such move because they are not racist. I wouldn't say I am a BN supporter but I am not a supporter for the Opposition either. I support whoever can leads better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I support Lee Hwa Beng because he did hell of a job here in Subang Jaya and he's a BN candidate. We should start to look at who can lead us better rather than what they had said. No matter how ideal a party might sound, but honestly, we know that most of these statements are empty promises. So I should urge people to just for once, judge a situation better before jumping to conclusion and make your votes wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-1504938604093929612?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1504938604093929612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/1504938604093929612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-politics-went-wrong.html' title='When Politics Went Wrong'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-583164343698732665</id><published>2010-05-15T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:14:06.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Customized Stuffs FTW</title><content type='html'>I always have a liking towards customized stuffs. For several very good reasons of course. First of all, I do not need to worry about being one of the many user of a particular item. If an item is used by many people, you definitely would not hold a special liking or pride in possessing that thing. What makes a Lamborghini or a Ferrari so desirable? Besides their awesome outlook, it is also the pride you have by owing one of them. People will basically worship you and if you are a guy, you definitely have no problem scoring with a hot chick and may be several hot chicks at the same time. What makes them so special? The rarity of course which is why they are so darn expensive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6mlVUVZII/AAAAAAAABdY/BTGWc0e1_0I/s1600/RIMG0795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6mlVUVZII/AAAAAAAABdY/BTGWc0e1_0I/s400/RIMG0795.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the customized stuff I brought from Taiwan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is getting gift would be much more meaningful. When I went over to Taiwan, the gifts I got back from my friends are specially designed by a Taiwan designer. Of course those gifts are much better than those normal gifts such as key chains because honestly, who needs a key chain of a country they never visit before AND can be manufactured here locally. Not me. If my friends get me a key chain as souvenir, I would definitely throw it into my drawer and kept it for God knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6sADB9XCI/AAAAAAAABdk/RQdvl4z70WI/s1600/cafepress.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6sADB9XCI/AAAAAAAABdk/RQdvl4z70WI/s400/cafepress.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, here I would like to recommend a website &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/"&gt;CafePress&lt;/a&gt; for all my readers. Seriously, they have many cool customized stuffs there especially customized T-shirts, customized stickers, customized drinkware and many more. A perfect place for you guys to do some online shopping for your Father's Day present since Mother's Day had already passed. Here are some of the products I found very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6jnEDbm4I/AAAAAAAABdI/K_A-eOC4tvo/s1600/273051149v2_480x480_Front_Color-White.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6jnEDbm4I/AAAAAAAABdI/K_A-eOC4tvo/s400/273051149v2_480x480_Front_Color-White.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since it's World Cup soon, this would be nice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6ktPxCv2I/AAAAAAAABdQ/hhSLiHBmQfk/s1600/40631415v1_480x480_Front_Color-BlackWhite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6ktPxCv2I/AAAAAAAABdQ/hhSLiHBmQfk/s400/40631415v1_480x480_Front_Color-BlackWhite.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;For lesbian lovers like ME and Kelvin LMAO&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6kubf6hOI/AAAAAAAABdU/4Z8NeziCq94/s1600/56890327v6_480x480_Front_Color-White.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6kubf6hOI/AAAAAAAABdU/4Z8NeziCq94/s400/56890327v6_480x480_Front_Color-White.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is darn funny XD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6kpkElnaI/AAAAAAAABdM/43yI41tQoNw/s1600/65019108v2_480x480_Front_Color-White.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6kpkElnaI/AAAAAAAABdM/43yI41tQoNw/s400/65019108v2_480x480_Front_Color-White.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a reality check for lesbian lovers like ME and KELVIN. FML&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just drop by the website and do some shopping if you like. No harm visiting right? Frankly, I'm tempted to buy some of the things there but not the ones I show above of course. So that's all for now. What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-583164343698732665?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/583164343698732665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/583164343698732665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/customized-stuffs-ftw.html' title='Customized Stuffs FTW'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S-6mlVUVZII/AAAAAAAABdY/BTGWc0e1_0I/s72-c/RIMG0795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-74362167331135102</id><published>2010-05-10T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:03:00.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>100th Blog Post</title><content type='html'>I didn't realized that I actually reached 100th blog post already. I didn't blog actively and reaching a 100th post seems like a very long journey for me. So may be it's time to look back at the several posts I did which grab a lot of attention. It might not be as popular as now but I guess I should celebrate this linking several post which I like. Excuse the narcissism for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sel412nFRKI/AAAAAAAAACI/6Yk6plLUDGs/s1600/RIMG0372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sel412nFRKI/AAAAAAAAACI/6Yk6plLUDGs/s320/RIMG0372.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-main-things-about-utm-that-i-hate.html"&gt;10 Main Things About UTM That I Hate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the very first "actual"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog post I wrote for this blog which had been viewed by other people rather than me and several friends. I guess this blog earn me quite a reputation back then among UTM students. I only promote this to my course mates and my sister back then. I also shamelessly ask my sister to promote it to her friends. Quite surprisingly, it went better than I thought. I only realized it when my senior came to me and compliment me for the bravery and outspokenness in that post when I never asked her to read. She said someone(whom I don't know at all) promote it to her and I had many UTM students I didn't knew came to my chat box that time and complimented me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2009/08/idiots-at-their-best-series-part-1.html"&gt;Idiots At Their Best Series Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/So6_dZdnCGI/AAAAAAAAApE/dPTJ76sGJTc/s1600/RIMG0619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/So6_dZdnCGI/AAAAAAAAApE/dPTJ76sGJTc/s320/RIMG0619.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2009/08/idiots-at-their-best-series-part-2.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Idiots At Their Best Series Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok I had been blogging about idiots and I still think that my initial two posts are the best. Read and laugh your ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Creative Juice &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cumming&lt;/span&gt; In&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How about several of my retarded post? I guess pretty much most of the bloggers I've known now only had been reading serious stuffs from me. I guess this would be a very different side for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/StM5TOctd2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/1RTSKk-_WU0/s1600/m_02taxi1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/StM5TOctd2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/1RTSKk-_WU0/s320/m_02taxi1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2009/10/occupation-theme-songs.html"&gt;Occupation Theme Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sqt4iXzH4lI/AAAAAAAAAss/6atFLNGdb40/s1600/Gay%20dude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sqt4iXzH4lI/AAAAAAAAAss/6atFLNGdb40/s320/Gay%20dude.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2009/09/tribute-to-all-asian-poser-and.html"&gt;Tribute to All Asian Poser and Camwhores&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men Are Perverts but They Are Reasons Why My Blog Have More Daily Visitors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although I do not personally think these are my best post but they seriously generate the most visitors to my blog and even now. I guess all men are perverts and internet had been way too convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Ss2wzFQkJDI/AAAAAAAAA0w/5RlmMryucwQ/s1600/n571811796_1401611_2583266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Ss2wzFQkJDI/AAAAAAAAA0w/5RlmMryucwQ/s320/n571811796_1401611_2583266.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-list-of-cili-padi-ladies.html"&gt;My List of Cili Padi Ladies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/SqHlDh2PZWI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ccTL4XeGHH8/s1600/unwipedass2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/SqHlDh2PZWI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ccTL4XeGHH8/s320/unwipedass2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2009/09/unwiped-ass-fetish.html"&gt;Unwiped Ass Fetish????&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously WTF. I am still getting many visitors to my blog searching for "shit covered ass", "dirty ass porn" and so on so on. I would definitely like to know what is so arousing about ass full of shits? We have many of those running the country. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Thoughts and Opinions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Too many to choose but I think I will go for the best one. The one I did on Ris Low. Sure that it is filled with sarcasm but I am actually serious with those points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/SuxfwPMZdhI/AAAAAAAAA6w/c6Q-XdGWrzo/s1600/Miss%20Singapore%20World2009%20champion%20ris%20low.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/SuxfwPMZdhI/AAAAAAAAA6w/c6Q-XdGWrzo/s1600/Miss%20Singapore%20World2009%20champion%20ris%20low.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2009/10/reasons-why-ris-low-should-be-respected.html"&gt;Reasons Why Ris Low Should Be Respected&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Actually I love all of my posts. Choosing a good one for me and linking them up here had been an ass of a job. Please do read back if you had the time.&amp;nbsp; I guess that's how every author feels about their book And the comments in those blogs is not there because I had replaced it  with Intensedebate from the old Blogspot comments box. I had been slacking and I actually forgot what I want to blog. Damn, I am getting pretty old right now. Till then. Buh bya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-74362167331135102?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/74362167331135102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/74362167331135102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/100th-blog-post.html' title='100th Blog Post'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sel412nFRKI/AAAAAAAAACI/6Yk6plLUDGs/s72-c/RIMG0372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-2153056085759530655</id><published>2010-05-06T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:10:08.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking At Another Perspective</title><content type='html'>I guess the  only thing that attracts people over to my blog is the way I see things.  Not because how sometimes I made some dumb jokes online or how vulgar  my language can be at times. Seriously, I sometimes think that my blog  is slightly on the dull side and a few friends of mine said that my blog  is boring, blogs should have more pictures instead of words and even  good blogs shouldn't contain any much vulgar words. Except for "damn".  At first it made me a bit down because not much people appreciate what I  wrote. But then again, I do not want to be just "another" blog on the  internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBWZ64gNI/AAAAAAAABXg/cHFYvZwWIoY/s1600/RIMG0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBWZ64gNI/AAAAAAAABXg/cHFYvZwWIoY/s320/RIMG0053.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly do feel glad that I didn't change. Many people come to  recognize my blog for the contents I wrote. I do insert a few pictures  grabbed from Google in order to reduce the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I  studied ergonomics in my design course so I know. An aspect that my  design field eventually helped out. To be honest, I am not as wise or  mature as many think I am. I am really flattered by how some people are  influenced by my writing but I do not think I am qualified enough to  guide or judge anyone yet. What I am doing through my writing is to  write my views from another point of view which many had failed to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;What I  Learn In Design Classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back at the blog posts I wrote previously and I realized  how shallow and common my view was. I realized that there are many  things that I had overlooked and life isn't just a singular aspect. All  thanks to the design lessons I had from my lecturer that I finally begin  to see things I couldn't see normally. Although he implies this in our  design sense but naturally it develops into my general thinking. Life  had never been the same to me anymore. In design, we had to make many  considerations contrary to what many people thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most  people thought that designers had it easy in their job and the fact that  most industrial designers in Malaysia are not appreciated is one of the  proof. If everything we need to consider is just the aesthetic appeal  of a product's outlook, we definitely have the easiest job in the world.  However, how many people realize that we designers had to consider much  more than that. The correct seat curvature, leg structure that is  strong enough to support weight, backrest inclination, assembly parts,  manufacturing and material considerations. All these is just a minor  part in designing just a simple chair for your ass. Apply it to our  daily life and hence we have the origin to many of my blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Looking At Many  Perspectives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To tell the truth, I too still neglect  many areas in every opinion I gave. Some might comment that they had  never think of it that way and it's so true, but what I wrote here is  not necessary what's best. I've learned to take in many considerations  and look at things differently. Sounds easy but it is actually very  hard. What I learned in these 3 years is not enough and there are many  who failed to do what I did now. Not blowing my own horn but it is a  fact. Probably because I'm used to people judging me by my looks and  then got everything wrong in the end, that I am much easier to  understand the concept of looking things differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Blog My Views&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's  the story behind the inspirations for most of my blog posts. I am  trained to think in many ways but not necessary correct. My blog might  represent my views and thoughts but it doesn't represent me totally.  Just a small part of me. Probably this is called creativity? I'm not  sure but I just want to let people know that we can never something  accurately. There are many ways of seeing things and the environment we  lived in had influence our mindset to look things in a smaller scope and  sometimes biased. What I intend to do through my blog is to provide a  much more unique view in things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted people to look up my blog as a guide in life if  that's what you are thinking about my intentions. I just want people to  realize that we should open up our mind towards every little details in  life. What I said over here is not necessary correct and I might  overlooked certain things as well and also biased at some occasion. It  is weird to see some adults asking me for tips in life as I am just 23  years old without even a girlfriend right now. I'm not saying people  that comment over here but also other people I know outside of blogging  world. That's why I always wonder, what kind of person I portray online?  Care to tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. This entry is just to keep my blog alive. May  be I should get back to blogging some serious jokes in my life, don't  ask me why but I seem to encountered many retarded craps in my life and  never fail to entertain people with them... Hmmm.....I should....Next  post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-2153056085759530655?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/2153056085759530655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/2153056085759530655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/looking-at-another-perspective.html' title='Looking At Another Perspective'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBWZ64gNI/AAAAAAAABXg/cHFYvZwWIoY/s72-c/RIMG0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-4447646697763763153</id><published>2010-05-02T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:36:23.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Quotes of Life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I sit around thinking of nothing in my room. Then I will reflect on life and try to relate each and every thing together. Call me lame and lifeless, but sometimes I find that so much more entertaining than hearing dumb people talk. Most of my friends might be aware of it because sometimes I just post them up on Facebook status. I might not remembered each and every single one of them but I decided to share it out here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S91UcLLp79I/AAAAAAAABc8/tqSrOxIa-SM/s1600/1%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20quote%20inspirational.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S91UcLLp79I/AAAAAAAABc8/tqSrOxIa-SM/s400/1%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20quote%20inspirational.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Success is not about conquering the Mount Everest, it is about blowing the whole fucking mountain away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;after you conquered it so no one else can beat you to the feat.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when we achieve something in life, it just ends up as "something". Reflect upon this. When everyone right now is fighting for world peace, it wouldn't be much of a hype anymore. Why Mahatma Gandhi or Neil Armstrong is so famous? Doing something not much people had done before. So let me ask you right now, which Malaysian had climbed Mount Everest? To tell the truth, I forgot because he's not the only one who do so. So once you accomplished some outstanding feat in your life, make damn sure no one else can repeat it. Then only you will be regarded as a legend. That's why copyright and patent exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Arrogance is like masturbation. No matter how good you feels, it is still pathetic being alone and feeling good all by yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S91Ukzh6qII/AAAAAAAABdA/W-me7npahy0/s1600/optimus-prime-masturbation.thumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S91Ukzh6qII/AAAAAAAABdA/W-me7npahy0/s400/optimus-prime-masturbation.thumbnail.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with self pleasure. However, which do you prefer? Intercourse with someone else or making love to your hand? Same with arrogance. Do you prefer being the only one who think you are the best or people to recognize you for your own ability? Being arrogant might boost your ego but it also lowers your ranking in social life. What so good being that way? Same with masturbation. We don't worship someone who masturbates 5 times a day unless he beds 5 women a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Condoms are like mothers. They protect you as good as possible while killing certain pleasure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The title says it all. In fact, most people will find them annoying even if they know it's for the best. Ever wonder when you are in trouble, sometimes you wish for your parents to be there? Like condoms. When you get a call from your girlfriend saying "I'm pregnant", you would say "FUCK!! WHY DIDN'T I WEAR A CONDOM!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Positive thinking is like this. When a bird shit in your eye, you don't cry. No, not thank God that Cows don't fly. Is kill that bloody bird as losing its existence won't make much of a difference to you but guaranteed satisfaction.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S91UlkVfggI/AAAAAAAABdE/BlJE_TZHVWU/s1600/birdshit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S91UlkVfggI/AAAAAAAABdE/BlJE_TZHVWU/s400/birdshit.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, what's the point of being unhappy and try to think it in a much positive way? I'm a realist and I do not think positive thinking should be practiced all the time. Think about it. It is just an excuse or an escape route from trouble. When you meet a problem, you confront it directly and annihilate it as soon as possible so it wouldn't bother you anymore. Do anyone wonder what if the same bird shit on your head continuously? You still thank God that Cows don't shit on you continuously? The answer is NO. Confront the bullshit in your life and solve it. Who needs more problems in their life? You? Not me. I prefer to go for some real satisfaction rather than consoling myself of the better outcomes. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Never underestimate the power of tears. No matter what you say, tears triumph over reasoning.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Title says it all. People might often bullshit and talks about people and especially girls who cry. Saying this and that. But in fact, it is often tears that land a man into trouble no matter who's at fault. In a related matter, when you try to talk your way to the top, it is often actions that help to push you. No matter how dirty they are, it is still better than talking all the way about the achievements you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. A short entry for you guys to think about. I had more quotes but I forgot most of them as I did them quite often. SO if I thought of any, I might just update. By the way, I'M BACK IN SUBANG JAYA!!!!!!!! After 3 years of studying in Universiti Teknologi Malaysia, Skudai, Johor, I'm finally graduating..WOOO HOOO!!!!!!!!!!! WATCH OUT WORLD!!!!!!!!!! Ok, I'm out of my hyper mode. Leave a comment if you had any quotes you live your days by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-4447646697763763153?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4447646697763763153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4447646697763763153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-quotes-of-life.html' title='My Quotes of Life'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S91UcLLp79I/AAAAAAAABc8/tqSrOxIa-SM/s72-c/1%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20a%20quote%20inspirational.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-6355813592640766864</id><published>2010-04-26T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:35:55.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Bold</title><content type='html'>Being bold is exactly what most people lack. We now lived in a time   when there are more cowardly people than bold people. Exactly what most   governments in the world wants because once people are no longer bold,   they no longer dare to object to any unfairness. Don't worry. This is   not some political post or anything like that. I'm just voicing my   thoughts in hoping people to be much bolder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S9V52adlbfI/AAAAAAAABcs/aUd0CbJ11NE/s1600/being-bold.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S9V52adlbfI/AAAAAAAABcs/aUd0CbJ11NE/s400/being-bold.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we   talk about taking initiative in life, what are we referring to exactly?   For what purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why do we even need to be successful in life? How do   we measure success in life? Money? Health? Cars? Women? And what do   these so called "successful" people have that we don't? The ability to   kiss ass? The ability to work hard? The ability to envision something   great? No matter what ability they have, they definitely did it because   of the boldness they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Cowards Infest The  Society&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As  bad as it may sound, the world is getting overcrowded  with cowards.  Some might not label themselves that and just merely  saying that they  are just being smart.But if you guys think about it, there's a fine line  between being smart and a coward. Had anyone watched the movie "Race To  The Witch Mountain"? IF you do, do you remember the line "The more  public we went with the story, the more likely they are safe"? Or  something like that, I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S9V6NhzLgyI/AAAAAAAABcw/fefY0OSywgE/s1600/cowards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S9V6NhzLgyI/AAAAAAAABcw/fefY0OSywgE/s400/cowards.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with  people nowadays, none would dare to voice out. They assuming is it  unsafe and so on. To me, it is bullshit and excuses. When the society is  filled with cowards who do not dare to voice out, the higher ups will  have much more control and advantage over us. When we are not bold  enough, we are definitely going downwards instead of upwards. When  Guinness talk about Life Favors The Bold in their ad, they are damn  right on the point. This is because the bold will have much more power  and control over those who hid their balls.Why do we always bitch about  certain things but when it comes to confronting that matter personally,  one would just simply fail? Then we continue to bitch about the same  sort of thing without even realized we did nothing to make a difference?  That's what happen when the society is infested with cowards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unite Is Strength&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most  people will just eventually wait for some other people to take action  first before voicing out any opinions. They might called this smart but I  label it as excuses. Being smart is suppose to be in the ways of  conveying a message rather than the timing of taking the particular  action. Most will just follow the majority rather than making a stand.  Being bold is no longer in the dictionary for most people.When someone  fail, they will just quietly step back and will take no further actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S9V6YPWCCSI/AAAAAAAABc0/ta1JM7cDm_M/s1600/ist2_6286828-bold-symbol-person-steps-out-of-line-with-reflections.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S9V6YPWCCSI/AAAAAAAABc0/ta1JM7cDm_M/s400/ist2_6286828-bold-symbol-person-steps-out-of-line-with-reflections.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's  reflect back on history. Will we achieve our independence by being so  cowardly? People need to be bold in order to get what they want. Unity  is the main key in determining the success. Try to imagine this. When  there is only one abused worker stand up against the employer while the  rest just observe, will the protest be significant? When everyone stand  up, will it be much better and easier to achieve the desired objective?  People need to know the value and importance of being bold in order to  progress. It's because of the "Wait and Wait" attitude among most people  in our society, things rarely goes our way. When each and everyone try  to be bold for at least once, the impact will be very much obvious as  most will just get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Followers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S9V6g-frllI/AAAAAAAABc4/gZ7W2XFYcfU/s1600/follower_of_christ_tshirt-p235189195951015760dimy_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S9V6g-frllI/AAAAAAAABc4/gZ7W2XFYcfU/s320/follower_of_christ_tshirt-p235189195951015760dimy_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sadly to say, there  are many followers here in this country. Many just tend to follow what  majority will do. They will first see if it's safe to execute an action  and then see if there are anyone who dare to do so and then finally they  bring out their balls from hibernation and talk shit. Being bold is not  about following the majority. To me, being bold is always stand for  something worth believing in even if it's against the norm. Bold people  are always leaders. They always seek to voice out and solve their  dissatisfaction and will do their every bit to work them out without  caring if there are people who against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What  Had You Done?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Take this question and reflect it upon  yourself. What had you done to try to make a change? Me? I had always  tried to voice out here in my blog in hope of influencing people to see  things in MANY perspective. It is ok if you want to remain anonymous  like most people but not everyone of them are brave. When it comes to  insulting, many people will put themselves being anonymous while fearing  them being found out. This is not a smart move but just a cowardly  move. Remain anonymous on the net and remain anonymous over certain  particular comments given is a total different thing. I just relate this  matter as most of my readers are bloggers and they can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S9V5qI5CluI/AAAAAAAABco/ayKVlaqAADo/s1600/bold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S9V5qI5CluI/AAAAAAAABco/ayKVlaqAADo/s320/bold.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to influence someone, how can you do that while you  try to cover your tracks in so called certain "brave" moves of yours. I  never comment anonymously and I am not afraid of getting hate comments  for certain things I said. It is important that you take responsibility  in the things you said rather than shrinking your guts. When you try  being bold, you must always prepare for certain consequences. I will not  regard myself as a very bold person. There are still things that I  avoid but at least I don't set my balls on silent mode and try to fake  my emotions and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take this opportunity and reflect upon yourself. Had you  tried being bold in your life to change certain things? Actually I had  this post written for almost a week but my laziness prevent me from  finishing it. Guess I should start being active once again.That's all  for now. Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-6355813592640766864?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6355813592640766864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6355813592640766864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-bold.html' title='Being Bold'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S9V52adlbfI/AAAAAAAABcs/aUd0CbJ11NE/s72-c/being-bold.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-3612772468906191216</id><published>2010-04-20T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:25:38.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ID'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>An Emotional 2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm back to blog-o-sphere. I surely miss all my blogging moments a lot. Anyone miss me? If you do, please type "screw you" in the comment box. Though I guess most ppl will when they don't even miss me. Hmmm....Anyway it had been one hell of a roller coaster ride for me for the past 2 weeks. As you guys can see from my facebook and twitter post, I had been in an emotional wreck. It never happens to me before that i rant stuff like that so publicly. This is because I miss blogging so much and had to go on to update hrough other means. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80edkMsH-I/AAAAAAAABck/SvJ3j8bKSK8/s1600/Result_of_STRESS_by_CLEMZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80edkMsH-I/AAAAAAAABck/SvJ3j8bKSK8/s1600/Result_of_STRESS_by_CLEMZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna blog about this 2 weeks as I never felt so down before in my life. Work never seemed finish and I had even prepare to give up on my project and decided to just extend another year of studies in this hell hole. Thanks to ppl who wish me and support me through facebook, twitter and msn. I also would like to thank my good friend Caryn for her support the other day. She lend me her ears for me to spew rubbish and she comforted me like a good friend. Besides, she was dying from boredom that time, I assume she would welcome ME to talk to her. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what really touched me during this period, there are 2 things. My family members and my friends in UTM. I'm gonna start off with family members. I was really overstressed. I had not been eating or sleeping well at all. I even survive on biscuits once a day for 2 days in a row. It's not that I'm too busy until I neglect my meals. It's just that I'm stressed to the extend of not having any appetite and even nauseate on many occasions. I had to force myself to eat and every rice or mee my friends pack for me, I could only manage 5 mouthful maximum. Yes, that's how stressed I am. I built up a lot of negative emotions within me and I felt like crying to let it go. But I can't. While I'm still struggling for the impossible, my mom called me. That's when I finally broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I kept it in me until the phone conversation is over. The reason I cried is not because I felt like giving up. The main reason is because I realized how much I miss and love her and I felt guilty for not performing well for her sake. My mom had never been much in showing how she support me. For once, she called to give me support every day. It touched me endlessly as she never did that before. She is the main driving for for me to complete all my works. Besides that, my sister who had to dig out some time from her bus schedule to help me with so many things. A simple thanks just won't be enough to thank my family members, I really felt blessed to be born in this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is my UTM friends. They are actually my juniors in my course but I would like to regard them as my friends instead of juniors. Kenny Cheng Wei Phoi, I know that retard for about 8 years but he's included here as well. They help me with all sorts of things to complete my project. They go through sleepless nights to help me with it and Kenny had accompanied me in many occasion in order to support me. My dear juniors and friends, Sai Yun, Juee and Huey Ing. As a senior, i did not really help you guys much but the help that you guys provide, I couldn't thank you enough. Thanks for being there and doing all this for me. Kenny, you had been my best friend for the week. You do not know how to do my work and yet, you still force yourself to not sleep and help me. Thanks a lot. I can never thank you enough too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really blessed to have everyone I mentioned above. I seriously think that God is not being unfair to me. God had sent them to assist me through all these bullshits. Thanks a lot. For those who is wondering what am I so stressed about, here is the pictures from my design projects. The ones that I had been squeezing my mind for weeks for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80RilXkDTI/AAAAAAAABcA/9kuyIdYQtGU/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80RilXkDTI/AAAAAAAABcA/9kuyIdYQtGU/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BASKETBALL TRAINING EQUIPMENT&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80RnL59JhI/AAAAAAAABcE/qMqzDQNzAnU/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80RnL59JhI/AAAAAAAABcE/qMqzDQNzAnU/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BASKETBALL TRAINING EQUIPMENT&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80RbjQK0-I/AAAAAAAABb8/58I02kKmeQ4/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80RbjQK0-I/AAAAAAAABb8/58I02kKmeQ4/s400/12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;MANUAL CAN OPENER&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80RZmDJ6jI/AAAAAAAABb4/0l-vH3oeV14/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80RZmDJ6jI/AAAAAAAABb4/0l-vH3oeV14/s400/10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;WORKING ENVIRONMENT FOR CAN OPENER&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80c9pXrYoI/AAAAAAAABcY/6PHCuz2ebes/s1600/A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80c9pXrYoI/AAAAAAAABcY/6PHCuz2ebes/s400/A.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BURGER STALL COUNTER&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80dBOT8DaI/AAAAAAAABcc/DG2ZmMHPeLk/s1600/B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80dBOT8DaI/AAAAAAAABcc/DG2ZmMHPeLk/s400/B.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BURGER STALL COUNTER&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80dHavNNQI/AAAAAAAABcg/JGDwXMf7_iU/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80dHavNNQI/AAAAAAAABcg/JGDwXMf7_iU/s400/c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BURGER STALL COUNTER&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems easy? Not really. Not until you see the workload that I had. That's all for now. I will be back in my usual blogging style for the next post.. See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-3612772468906191216?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/3612772468906191216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/3612772468906191216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/04/emotional-2-weeks.html' title='An Emotional 2 Weeks'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S80edkMsH-I/AAAAAAAABck/SvJ3j8bKSK8/s72-c/Result_of_STRESS_by_CLEMZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-9165272003406493683</id><published>2010-04-07T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:42:32.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>When Men Aren't Men Anymore</title><content type='html'>I cannot fight the urge to blog about this despite vowing to take a break from blogging. This had stuck on my head for several days now and I hate it when I don't get inspired when I wanted to blog. So to satisfy my blogging urge, I wanted to blog and share this out with everyone. When men aren't men anymore. You guys must be wondering what's behind this title. I had this sudden random thought that almost every men will have a moment when they no longer are men anymore. When is that? When you fall in love and get serious in a relationship. That's right. Men will become pussy when they fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/SuP4Uux8W9I/AAAAAAAAA5o/EzKtzXuEoq4/s1600-h/2685_1343_a-happy-couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/SuP4Uux8W9I/AAAAAAAAA5o/EzKtzXuEoq4/s320/2685_1343_a-happy-couple.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When men fall in love, you know that we will become some sort of a soft sissy. True. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tends to become more like women instead of just plain old simple and retarded men. There are several symptoms which I think most guys will definitely agree with me unless they let their ego gets into their way and lies their ass off. These are the several symptoms which I totally think are signs we are becoming more of a pussy when we fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name Calling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Admit guys. Each and every time we&amp;nbsp; saw our old buddies, we rarely address them by name or something affectionate. I guess most of us will call our buddies with names liken "Fat Boy", "Sohai", "Retard", "Fucker", "Dickhead" and so on so one without anything sounds pleasant. Even if our friend is a bloody good looking bloke with great personality, we still call him fucker and if he is THAT GOOD, we are even more likely to address him with nasty names. Most girls on the other hand will affectionately call their friends as "Darling", "Babe", "Gorgeous" and so on so on. I even heard before two back-stabbing friends who call each other Babe when they meet up. Guys calling their friends "Good looking", "Handsome", "Macho" or "Charming Prince", it will end up sounding gay and we are disgusted by it. Heck, most gays don't even do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we seriously fall in love, the names we use to label our partners are just plain nauseating to us in normal circumstances. You can see girls calling each of their girlfriends darling but have you heard guys calling their friends darling? They will probably call that guy a sissy and punch him in the balls. So this is our step in becoming a sissy. Remember, we only do this for the girls. Guys will become sissy for heir partner and they often uses sweet names to call their partner. If this doesn't sound like a huge step down from manliness ego, then I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S2BxHnXG5ZI/AAAAAAAABNo/RdbvBCXevyI/s1600-h/first-impression_965805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S2BxHnXG5ZI/AAAAAAAABNo/RdbvBCXevyI/s1600/first-impression_965805.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotional Nuisance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We hate to be emotional unless the emotion is either angry, aroused or happy. Girls have no problems letting out their emotion and pouring their heart. Guys on the other hand, not so likely.We will rarely have anything emotional coming out from us but when we get hurt, sometimes we are even more emotional and annoying than girls. Another big step down from manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rarely had heart to heart conversations and trust me when I say this, the majority of our time when we have a heart to heart conversation is when we are in a relationship. We simply thinks it's a bother to do so and we still do it when we are attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thinks Too Much&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7tyWj57TEI/AAAAAAAABb0/14qLSL3n7VQ/s1600-h/china-holding-hands-for-portfolio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7tyWj57TEI/AAAAAAAABb0/14qLSL3n7VQ/s320/china-holding-hands-for-portfolio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we do not like to think. Even I do not like to think. I do agree that men have the ability of sitting there and think of nothing at all because that happened to me before. I do think a lot on a lot of things but sometimes I wish I just won't. But then I'm still a person that didn't think too much. It's not that guys don't think or care for things but we don't usually pay much attention to details such as hidden meanings behind each sentences, little sign of emotion and many more like the girls do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get into a relationship, we tend to be all that. We tend to pay much more attention to details like the girls do. Simply because we do not want to get into any mess or ending up without sex for a certain period of time. That's right. We actually care. Another step down from manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's Not Always Bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's not always bad if you think about it. We tends to be more sensitive than usual which is a good thing right? From the way it sounds, seems like love had messed us up. But then again, we won't learn if things always go our way right? Once again I would like to say that the content of this blog post is not correct in all cases. Purely my own opinion and thoughts. this is to prevent any extremists from getting the idea of bombarding me. Right now, I am officially taking a break from blogging till 19th April due to my projects.I will still visit blogs and also actively commenting here though. LOL. Till then, see you guys next time. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/SxUlQHn5-EI/AAAAAAAAA-I/JHmEj8wtAgE/s1600-h/porn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/SxUlQHn5-EI/AAAAAAAAA-I/JHmEj8wtAgE/s320/porn.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Fine. I admit I love this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-9165272003406493683?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/9165272003406493683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/9165272003406493683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-men-arent-men-anymore.html' title='When Men Aren&apos;t Men Anymore'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/SuP4Uux8W9I/AAAAAAAAA5o/EzKtzXuEoq4/s72-c/2685_1343_a-happy-couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-5891605385674077892</id><published>2010-04-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:12:12.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Cheating In A Relationship</title><content type='html'>Actually promised someone to blog about this together but I guess she will no longer be interested in this. Anyway, what would you people feeling about cheating in a relationship? Being betrayed by the one you love or been in more than a relationship at the same time? Whichever category you used to or are belong to, it is actually a pretty common thing in life. Trust me, there are more people who cheats on their partner in this world than you think. I personally know a few people who are like that. I'm not thinking negatively because my ex cheated on me before but that is a fact that not much people actually believes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7dm8ozPdTI/AAAAAAAABbg/kRiQ3xgKW-E/s1600-h/adultery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7dm8ozPdTI/AAAAAAAABbg/kRiQ3xgKW-E/s400/adultery.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to cut the story short, I wanted to write about the difference between guys who cheat and girls who cheat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, there is a difference actually, at least to me and how I observe. It doesn't implies to everyone in this world as this is based solely on my observations of the few people I know who cheats in their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Guys Cheat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When guys cheat, they know it is wrong and they wouldn't admit that they are correct. Call them jerks but deep down inside they actually admits to that statement. And when their partner founds out about that, there will usually be two solutions out from the,. Break it off with their partner or beg their partner back. However, that does not guarantee that cheating guys will never go straying again. You see, the problem with cheating guys, they rarely learns from their lesson. I'm not implying that they don't repent, some eventually do but like I said, SOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7dnsjaPC6I/AAAAAAAABbk/CMMKRFDgKjE/s1600-h/www.askugg.com.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="385" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7dnsjaPC6I/AAAAAAAABbk/CMMKRFDgKjE/s400/www.askugg.com.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they went out to talk to their guy friends, they will boasts about it. Some sort of a pride prize and even if they know the guys despise them, they will come out with all sorts of bullshits theories why guys should indulge in multiple partners. They rarely admit that they felt guilty and they just plainly and bluntly said that they need much more variety.The same goes for guys who flirts around and try to get every girl they possibly can. They are not much different actually as they possess the same typical mindset even if they are not attached to anyone. In short, cheating guys know they had committed a sin and they are honest about it. They might not be sorry about it but definitely honest about it to their guy friends.I have a guy friend who cheats on his gf and he just said that it is boring to simply be with one. Trust me, it is rarely about love when they started to have that idea and they will not deny it to their guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Girls Cheat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When girls cheat, most of them think that they are the right ones. They will come out with all sorts of excuses to justify themselves. When you confront them on why they cheat, they will come out with all sorts of flaws with their current partner and also developing certain "sensible" reasons on why they cheat. I'm not sure if they wanted to cheat themselves as well as letting the society have a false impression on them but that's what happen most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7doGSEBlCI/AAAAAAAABbo/0NHBO7nSR98/s1600-h/christina_aguilera-12980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7doGSEBlCI/AAAAAAAABbo/0NHBO7nSR98/s400/christina_aguilera-12980.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls will usually put the blame on other people first before pointing the finger at themselves. Deny it all you want if some of you guilty ones are reading but if you have the slightest thought of&amp;nbsp; "I know I'm wrong BUT...", then you belong here. It's not that cheating girls don't feel guilty or know they are wrong, but they seem to find hundred and one reasons to justify themselves. This happens all the time when a girl confess to me that they had cheated on their bfs. I'm not worried about them finding out I talk about them because basically I lost contact with most of them. That's the main difference between guys and girls. Honesty. Girls will also try to justify themselves when talking to their girlfriends unlike guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When The Cheating Gets Going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When someone cheats on their partner, guys will have more tendency of repeating them. Girls on the other hand, will have less tendency of doing so. I had seen guys who cheats on their partner over and over again but I had never seen girls who did the same. Not to say they don't exist, but none I knew of. There are many reasons why girls usually cheat. Money, love, care and the attention they get. As for the guys, probably just the attention and sex. Or the partner might be someone much pettier.It is usually for a superficial reason and not something much deep. Because if a guy finds out the personality of their partner is bad, they will just break it off no matter what. For the girls, they usually put up and then when another better guy comes around, that's where the cheating started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7dombaszTI/AAAAAAAABbw/HikiHBL-1O0/s1600-h/cheating-girlfriend1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7dombaszTI/AAAAAAAABbw/HikiHBL-1O0/s400/cheating-girlfriend1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you cannot say that's the main reason why girls cheat. In fact, most girls I knew who cheated are actually very flirty around guys despite how they deny it. And most cases, you cannot believe how innocent they actually looks.They claim that they got touched by the attention and love given by the other party and they cannot help it if they fall for them. True but if you don't love the attention and respect your partner, you will brush and shun the other party completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which One More? Guys? Girls?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Basically, I'm not sure but I can damn well tell you that I know more girls who cheat than guys. In fact, the place where I used to work part time selling shoes, all of the girls in that department had more than 1 bf at the same time. I'm not joking and I was equally stunned too because non of them looks more than average. When ask about it, the same excuses are given by them. I always thought it is funny the way they give their excuses.. When they said because their bf don't love them enough, then why be together with them. And then they say because they love them too much then if that's the case, you wouldn't dream of cheating on them. To simply conclude, human are just plain greedy. And I bet all cheating guys will not deny that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No Matter How Nice Is The Excuse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7doR3Ly6nI/AAAAAAAABbs/eMMaV1sXHqg/s1600-h/949_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7doR3Ly6nI/AAAAAAAABbs/eMMaV1sXHqg/s400/949_12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To me, no matter how nice is an excuse, it is still an excuse and it won't simply change the fact that you betrayed or cheated someone. I believe in open relationship but I don't believe in cheating in serious relationship. If you know you cannot commit from the beginning, there's always an open relationship option. A serious relationship should be treasured and respected. I often tell these cheating guy friends of mine that I absolutely do not agree to their action. But I never pass any judgment and a few of them are still my close friends. Luckily they never read my blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for now. Seems like the topics I've been blogging are being forced out. Yeah, my brain is being drained out and I've been blogging pretty serious things lately. Thought of loosen up a little with this post and the next post So, are you a cheater? Or Have you been cheated on like me? Or you are plain lucky to not be in both that situation? I hope everyone of you belong to third category. Till then, see ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-5891605385674077892?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/5891605385674077892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/5891605385674077892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/04/cheating-in-relationship.html' title='Cheating In A Relationship'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S7dm8ozPdTI/AAAAAAAABbg/kRiQ3xgKW-E/s72-c/adultery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-2209417913362764443</id><published>2010-03-31T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:38:49.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Ungrateful?</title><content type='html'>Found this video which I believed worth sharing. Some sort of a continuation from previous post "&lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-grass-is-always-greener-other-side.html"&gt;When Grass Is Always Greener The Other Side&lt;/a&gt;". Watch this and let me know your verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBHAMp0-bLc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBHAMp0-bLc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? I believed it is not only them as more Malays are moving to other countries as well. At one point I heard a politician once said on newspaper that Malaysia Malays should not be like Singapore Malays who had forgotten their roots. True but seems like Singapore Malays are very much successful. Makes you wonder eh? There won't be as much writings in this post. right now too busy with my thesis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-2209417913362764443?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/2209417913362764443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/2209417913362764443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/ungrateful.html' title='Ungrateful?'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-5019647055681967220</id><published>2010-03-29T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:54:25.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Writing And Me</title><content type='html'>Can't resist to blog about this after reading &lt;a href="http://cleffairy.com/?p=2313"&gt;this post from Cleffairy&lt;/a&gt;. Thought of using the same title as her but later she come charge me for royalty and I might eventually end up by the roadside selling my ass. Ok. Retarded jokes aside. How do I eventually fell in love in writing and then blogging? What's my purpose of writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S0tp4jMjb5I/AAAAAAAABJg/jSFqBWtrikk/s1600-h/DSC_6899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S0tp4jMjb5I/AAAAAAAABJg/jSFqBWtrikk/s1600/DSC_6899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing has been a part of me for a long time. I never had the greatest range of vocabulary and grammatical errors is one of the norm in my blog. Probably when I'm in primary school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got the highest score in the entire school for my essay and karangan. And over the time, my mother eventually force me to write and send me to many tuition that force me to write. In short, writing was forced into me as a second nature. However, my English still consider bad among many good writers. When I say bad, i really mean downright shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Does Blogging Comes About?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It started almost like everyone else. Wanted to squeeze some money out of&amp;nbsp; Nuffnang. I was once annoying. Which means I drop by every single blog I could and write "dropping by". But at least i leave a comment. Then, I realize how plain stupid it is. Because eventually not much ppl will appreciate what i wrote and blog about. Definitely not something I want. In short, I am writing for fame instead for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Now Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often noticed there are many things that people usually didn't notice. I wouldn't say I am correct in every cases, in fact, I was look forward to people commenting and try to say I am wrong and provide me a different opinion instead. I write what's in my mind without much filtering. Which kinda explains why I have so many grammatical errors in the first place. Probably in short, I'm a person that thinks too much. Not exactly a good thing if you ask me. But then, writing has given me a life and a personality I always wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, I'm nothing much like how I blog. I'm well retarded and the jokes I make are a cross between lame and intelligent. At least that's what one of my good friends once said. I am very seldom serious and this made many people do not take me seriously. Or even believe me at some point. I have very few trust issues with people but people seems to have a lot of trust issues with me. Probably due to the way I look? I don't know but I'm still searching for someone who actually trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging gave me a new life. A life which people will take me seriously at some point. I have my friends. But they rarely will sit and have serious talks with me. Something that I wishes for and something that I never quite achieve it. It's not like I'm being a different person altogether online, It is just me being more serious while maintaining my retarded mentality. My blog had always been the one that never judge. Which eventually I created another blog to voice out my frustrations. I found some sort of comfort in writing. At least there is something I could do to help myself without any need to splurge money merciless and hence giving my parents heartache. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Felt Blessed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By far, writing had done me good. It didn't get me into ISA trouble over the several things I said. But my writing brings people to me. There are several bloggers whom I felt tremendously honored to know. People who appreciate my thoughts and always leave comment. It also brings me to someone special who unfortunately didn't end up how it should be. Probably you will read this. Despite all that, I never regret knowing you. But I'm still pissed because that's what assholes should do right? Well, not like you care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people eventually start to take me seriously. Some of them comes over to me and was surprised of the things I wrote. Despite ranting my ass out and being mean a lot of times, they still think the things I wrote are very true at some point. Probably. I don't judge myself for you guys. You guys do the judging. Right now, being famous is no longer important to me. Meeting people like Clef, Grey, Donna, Alpha Ace and so on so on that will eventually comment constructively in my blog or through me in MSN are definitely one the best things that ever happened to my blogging journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Someone might eventually said "I SAW MY NAME"" LOL. For those I left out, it's not because I forgot, I'm just lazy. XD. Anyway, sorry for the lack of pictures. The bloody blogger-in-draft had a hard time uploading this shit. Any suggestion how to blog besides through this piece of shit? Or should I change to Wordpress? Hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-5019647055681967220?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/5019647055681967220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/5019647055681967220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/writing-and-me.html' title='Writing And Me'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S0tp4jMjb5I/AAAAAAAABJg/jSFqBWtrikk/s72-c/DSC_6899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-20976008890410245</id><published>2010-03-26T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:58:01.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>When Grass Is Always Greener The Other Side</title><content type='html'>Probably the only political blog I've read throughout my history of blogwalking is &lt;a href="http://niamah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patrick Teoh's&lt;/a&gt;. I always love his sarcasm and how he eventually criticize the government for quite a number of flaws they exhibit. However, what's even more amusing lately is the amount of hate comments he had. Lately, he had been posting a lot of comments from cowards who do not have the balls to make themselves known. What amuses me is how they call Patrick for being ungrateful towards the country, being an extremists and the grass is always greener on the other side for him. Ungrateful? No. Extremists? Maybe.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Grass always greener on the other side for him?&lt;/span&gt; This is what I'm gonna talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uSL44jcvI/AAAAAAAABa0/b-nxuVCEFTA/s1600-h/Wrecks-PatrickTeoh.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uSL44jcvI/AAAAAAAABa0/b-nxuVCEFTA/s1600/Wrecks-PatrickTeoh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grass Always Greener?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not know what is the definition of it, it means that a person always thinks a person or situation that he's not in to be better. I believe this applies to a lot of people. Many had began to felt Malaysia is no longer a country worth living in an which lead to many immigration. It is not because they are ungrateful but they felt the country is being ungrateful towards them. Pretty debatable point there if you ask me. However, I'm not here to judge the government or the people as I'm still fairly young to understand the world. What I'm gonna rant here is not the country or the government but is the public university I'm studying in. And I firmly believe that in here, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER AT THE OTHER SIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uSi_9FEHI/AAAAAAAABbE/UXa-L_TME4I/s1600-h/the-grass-is-greener.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uSi_9FEHI/AAAAAAAABbE/UXa-L_TME4I/s400/the-grass-is-greener.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When They Don't Look At Us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm very disappointed in them actually. Over the 3 years I'm studying here, I've seen many unjust and racism. Not towards Chinese or non-Malays if you are wondering, but to Malaysians in whole. If you are studying here, you will realize what's my point after this. Basically, the management did not pay much attention towards Malaysian students compare to how much they did for the foreign students. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Regardless if you are from China, Iran, Turkey, India or wherever, as long as you are not Malaysian, trust me, you are being favored here&lt;/span&gt;. So tell me this, how can we afford not to look elsewhere when the one that should be looking at us isn't looking at us much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Do We Actually Work For?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In order to avoid any unnecessary misunderstanding, when I mention Malaysians, I include Malay, Chinese and Indians. When I said racism and discrimination, I am referring to racism towards Malaysians. I used to stay in a hostel where every student fought for. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Due to the limited rooms, especially for guys, we had to fight for our places and participate actively in the hostel's activities&lt;/span&gt;. The hostel offers more facilities than other hostels as there are the only hostel with free internet port, pool and snooker table and air conditioned study rooms in ground floor. So it is understandable why we had to fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uShPmd8PI/AAAAAAAABbA/wcb1Z4GqdDY/s1600-h/greener-grass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uShPmd8PI/AAAAAAAABbA/wcb1Z4GqdDY/s400/greener-grass.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I represented the hostel's basketball team, help out in several events and me and my course mates even build several rostrums for them and they didn't even return us our money when they promised us to do so. Yet, among all the guys, only about 4 could stay there. The same goes to my juniors who helped to design and build the backdrop and stage for one of their events and even ran a Haunted House which is the most profitable stall in a hostel's festival ever since me and my friends brainchild it. They involved in many activities but how many exactly of them able to get a place out of 15 guys? 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And being a foreign student here, you get to choose ANY hostel you wanted to stay at and ALL you need to do is request for it and fill in several papers even though you did nothing for the hostel.&lt;/span&gt;You may call this as a grudge and I couldn't agree more but tell me if you were in my place, wouldn't you feel the same? Being a Malaysian student that have less privileges in a local university compare to foreign student, can anyone clarify this is not a bullshit to me? When we went to appeal and reapply back for rooms, we are denied of such opportunity. But from what we saw, there are 3 empty rooms that could fit 6 people in the floor my friend is staying when we are only 4 students applying for it. If you are a foreign student, you immediately get a place without much questions asked. How can I know? Because I have a junior from China and I guess you guys can guess what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uScpUgVsI/AAAAAAAABa4/pBR4GJrsqEo/s1600-h/education.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uScpUgVsI/AAAAAAAABa4/pBR4GJrsqEo/s320/education.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another student from China had told me that they are extremely pleased with how the staff will do whatever they can to help you out. You could stay anywhere you want and all your complaints are being attended to as soon as possible. Me? When I get my new room, I realized my bed had collapsed and the wardrobe's door came off and there are no curtains. I made 3 complaints n a month time and they just ask me to wait and see what they can do. That was 7 months ago. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Till now, nothing has changed and I still sleeps on the floor with a mattress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biased Management?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From all the cases I presented above, it is very clear that Malaysian students are biased against. The grass is always greener on the other side for the management and this lead them to favor the foreign students. They thought that the foreign students should deserve better and they are much more delicate homosapiens. Can't they just set their priorities and mind right for once? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When these students graduated, how many of them actually stays in Malaysia for long term and work?&lt;/span&gt; You might boast having the best education system in Malaysia but unfortunately the majority of the students are foreign and won't work there. take a look at this following statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uTf-35vXI/AAAAAAAABbI/QbAGJOZbn_Y/s1600-h/limkokwing_international_students_experience_malaysian_style_rayabig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uSfaN_LLI/AAAAAAAABa8/jM8appm42kY/s1600-h/e_pg17nasser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uSfaN_LLI/AAAAAAAABa8/jM8appm42kY/s320/e_pg17nasser.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysia aims  to double to 100,000 the number of foreign students at local  institutions of higher learning by 2010, Higher Education Minister Datuk  Mustapa Mohamed said.&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;If you guys are still not mad then I don't know why. We have millions of complaints from good students who can't secure a place in the course they needed and the government is planning to give out these places to foreign students? How do you expect to build a successful nation when you own people do not get their supposed education? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;In other countries such as Singapore, Australia, America and so on, each students have to compete against each other and there are no special privileges for foreign students&lt;/span&gt;. It is true that they have foreign students as well, but they do not allocate more privileges for them and neglect the plight of their own local students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;One might say this is a good way to promote tourism to the country, improve economy and relationship with other countries and so on. True. But how long does that last? In the future, how many high quality of graduates can you produce to run the country? In Japan, they focus on the education of their people and hence, they can have talents to run the country in the future. How about here? Students that study oversea? Kinda like hooping for grass on the other side. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It is no wonder that in 10 years time, Malaysia is predicted to be one of the highest exporter of maids&lt;/span&gt;. Because since the education system focused too much on increasing the foreign students rather than giving good students their preferred course to nurture talents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Now foreign students can get a local scholarship to study here. To tell the truth, I've seen more foreign students in my university compare to Indian students or Bumiputera students. Despite the efforts of getting more Malaysians to be educated, but the effort seems to only stop till secondary level. So, a student with only the highest education level is secondary school can be an engineer or politician than runs the country well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uTf-35vXI/AAAAAAAABbI/QbAGJOZbn_Y/s1600-h/limkokwing_international_students_experience_malaysian_style_rayabig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uTf-35vXI/AAAAAAAABbI/QbAGJOZbn_Y/s400/limkokwing_international_students_experience_malaysian_style_rayabig.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;When the people in Patrick's blog comment how he often looks at other countries and defend Malaysia, they are actually overlooking the fact that some of the universities here are doing the same thing. Government encourages foreign students in hope of promoting Malaysia's name but what good is it when there are not much future talents to continue to uphold the name? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;They kept thinking that since students from good countries also come over here to study, we should be proud but that's the wrong way.&lt;/span&gt; Instead of hoping for that, developing the youth is so much more effective in creating a good name. Why do we look over to foreign students when we have many talents over here? Why people keep migrating? They are not traitors but they just felt unappreciated over here. Who to trust us if our own universities don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When we say we are a developing country, but until when?&lt;/span&gt; China are sending their students to all over the world in hope of developing them and when they go back, they can help the country. Japan is a country where they show support to their people more than anything else and citizens there are given much more privileges. Even their entertainment awards are usually allocated only for local artist and very rare a foreign artist can break into their charts. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We used to say Malaysia is a better country than China but can anyone confirm that now?&lt;/span&gt; Designs are seldom appreciated here due to the conservative mindset and people should actually look at themselves before comparing with others. yes the country had done a lot for us but they are beginning to do more for foreign students. Someone need to get the priorities straight first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I didn't expect this to be so long. When I rant, I just couldn't stop typing. For those who made it this far, congratulations as you had develop high tolerance for boring stuff. That's all for now. Hope you guys had not died from boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-20976008890410245?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/20976008890410245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/20976008890410245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-grass-is-always-greener-other-side.html' title='When Grass Is Always Greener The Other Side'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6uSL44jcvI/AAAAAAAABa0/b-nxuVCEFTA/s72-c/Wrecks-PatrickTeoh.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-6760726122460206211</id><published>2010-03-21T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:51:13.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Manglish? Singlish?</title><content type='html'>Malaysia English(Manglish) and Singapore English(Singlish) are some sort of the unofficial "national language" for both Malaysia and Singapore. But what is the difference? Citizens of both countries often fought and claim as which are rightfully theirs but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can anyone make a difference&lt;/span&gt;? I can't but there are several differences that I had observed from watching Singaporean shows, radios, Youtubes and bla bla bla. I compared my observations with the Manglish spoken here in Malaysia and I think I made quite a few interesting comparisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZMnI3HC7I/AAAAAAAABaI/nApZkKIEe88/s1600-h/pasarmalam001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZMnI3HC7I/AAAAAAAABaI/nApZkKIEe88/s400/pasarmalam001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451128634255805362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manglish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This is some &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sort of a Manglish lesson for those who didn't know. Some might claim they speak perfect English but little do they know, at times they are speaking Manglish instead of English. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Due to the multiracial environment we lived in, our supposedly British English had interracial group sex with other languages, that result in unwanted birth of several terms only used in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt; These are the following words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Outstation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to refer "working out of town". Seriously, many had watched Western shows or movies but had you guys heard them using this word? Or do they use out of town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noodles. Trust me. There are a lot of people who think mee is a standard English word due to the contribution from Maggie Mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always refer taking a sick leave as MC but not much people know exactly what is it. It is a short form for Medical Certificate and now many had regard it as a word itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I admit. I do not know that this is a Malaysian English word either. Apparently, Westerners refer them as flip-flops. I thought one is British English and another is American English. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of the newest term around compare to the rest but definitely one of the most misunderstood and frequently used word. Westerners often refer them as cell phone as a short form for cellular phone or mobile phone. We? Easy la. Can use hand carry everywhere then just call it as handphone lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZM9vttIOI/AAAAAAAABag/IBpIPcbcJ6k/s1600-h/403_Picture_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZM9vttIOI/AAAAAAAABag/IBpIPcbcJ6k/s400/403_Picture_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451129022642462946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how many exactly of you are not aware that those words above are only used in Malaysia and Singapore and not America or England? There are a lot more but those are the few common ones. Even "OK" is just a short form for OKAY but many thought that that's the actual spelling. These words are not only exclusive for Manglish as Singlish also contains them. The origin of those words are still unknown to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;How does Manglish and Singlish came about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the Singapore government branded those broken English used by Singaporean as Singlish in order to make them learn proper English. Then, the Malaysian Government follow suit and branded our rojak English as Manglish in order for us to realize that and start to proper English. However, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;their efforts apparently FAIL big time&lt;/span&gt; because now citizens of both countries proudly declare that as their culture. Talk about backfired attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZMmWqXdxI/AAAAAAAABZ4/aY2AqF8KQMs/s1600-h/_433745_singlish_fact_1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The "Lah" Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZMnt-xn8I/AAAAAAAABaQ/uit6ZqhsTiY/s1600-h/manglish.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZMnt-xn8I/AAAAAAAABaQ/uit6ZqhsTiY/s400/manglish.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451128644220067778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Lah" word is apparently the Holy Grail of Manglish and Singlish. It is so frequently used that the Oxford Dictionary featured it. Malaysian and Singaporean are so proud of it, they always claimed it as theirs. Trust me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've heard Malaysians telling to a Caucasian that "You will know that a person is a Malaysian and speaks Manglish when he or she uses the word Lah at the end of their sentences."&lt;/span&gt; I bet the same thing is happening in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sources said that this word is derived from the Chinese language. One of the main reason is the Chinese is using this more frequently than other races. However, I support the other source which claimed that this is of the Malay word origin rather than Chinese. We learned that the word "lah" is used in Malay language to exaggerate a message. This is the example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jangan bising&lt;/span&gt; - Please be quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jangan bising lah&lt;/span&gt; - The frustration in this statement is much more apparent than the previous one. If you do not know Bahasa Malaysia then you just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;What are the differences I notice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZMmrmZ8sI/AAAAAAAABaA/fcJWImlhs10/s1600-h/ManglishBoardroom-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZMmrmZ8sI/AAAAAAAABaA/fcJWImlhs10/s400/ManglishBoardroom-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451128626401112770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For both Manglish and Singlish, the sentence's structure is almost the same. The most obvious difference I notice is the slang. Manglish is pronounced with a mixture of Malay language slang in it while Singlish is pronounced with a mixture of Hokkien or Mandarin slang in it. Probably because we learned the Malay language in our primary school. S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;inglish had many mixture of the Hokkien language&lt;/span&gt; such as "liao", "nia", "sueh" and bla bla bla. Manglish uses much more Malay words such as "kena", "mati", and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen carefully, you will notice that most Singaporeans can pronounce their English words much more accurate than Malaysians. Not true for all. In Kuala Lumpur, the youth there could speak with a hint of American accent mixture in it. Which is the pronunciation of "R" is much more apparent. Singlish tend to be much more laid back and with a much obvious Chinese accent in it. I'm not referring to those dumb accents often made by Westerners to label us Chinese.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; It's difficult to observe but the difference is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another difference is the words used in their speech. Not much people are aware of this but Singlish uses more Hokkien or Mandarin words while Manglish uses more Malay words or their own words. These are the few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZMmWqXdxI/AAAAAAAABZ4/aY2AqF8KQMs/s1600-h/_433745_singlish_fact_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZMmWqXdxI/AAAAAAAABZ4/aY2AqF8KQMs/s400/_433745_singlish_fact_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451128620780582674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Referring to a hot girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Manglish&lt;/span&gt;: Wah...That girl damn cun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Singlish&lt;/span&gt;: Wah...That girl damn sui la.&lt;br /&gt;Cun is another word only used around here which I think is derived from the Malay language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Referring to something awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Manglish&lt;/span&gt;: Wah lau...You are very terrer la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Singlish&lt;/span&gt;: Wah lau..You are sibeh kao lat la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am making examples based on the majority Manglish and Singlish I've heard.&lt;/span&gt; You can argue that you too will use all those words regardless of being Malaysian or Singaporean which is true. But based on popularity I've heard, I made these assumptions. So forgive me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZM98biwvI/AAAAAAAABao/l9xYML-kOlI/s1600-h/jack81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZM98biwvI/AAAAAAAABao/l9xYML-kOlI/s400/jack81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451129026055946994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack Neo had used a lot of Singlish in his movies to promote laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for now. I hope I had entertain you guys with this piece of work. That's all for now. Leave a comment so I can know what are your thoughts of this. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-6760726122460206211?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6760726122460206211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6760726122460206211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/manglish-singlish.html' title='Manglish? Singlish?'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6ZMnI3HC7I/AAAAAAAABaI/nApZkKIEe88/s72-c/pasarmalam001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-4554252286238260759</id><published>2010-03-17T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:30:54.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranormal'/><title type='text'>Hauntings In My University</title><content type='html'>Every universities and colleges had their own share of ghost stories. So there isn't any different with my university as well. What I'm gonna reveal here is a set of tales revolving my university told by my friends and sister. How true are these tales, i have no idea. Take note that this is just merely a form of entertainment and do not take this too seriously as I do not have any facts or evidence to support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6EDUH3y-cI/AAAAAAAABZo/CVMBcPh3Nvk/s1600-h/funeral_ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6EDUH3y-cI/AAAAAAAABZo/CVMBcPh3Nvk/s400/funeral_ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449640668340353474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sending Away Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly the year before my sister enter this university, she told me&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that the uni staff had organized a ceremony to "send" these spirits away. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apparently. too many haunting incidents were reported and then the uni staff had enough.&lt;/span&gt; They decided to invite a bomoh(medium) over to perform a ritual and send these spirits away from the university. Apparently, the ceremony was quite a success except for a few spots. There are several spirits which are too strong to be sent away and nothing could be done to stop them. According to my sister, hostel rooms with these hauntings  are sealed away and now forbidden for entry. Ironically, there's one semester when my sister had gotten a room next to these "rooms" which scared her out of her wits. Although she did not experience anything before, but she dare not sleeps in her room even in day 1. She sleeps in her friend's room in another block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Suicide Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet many have heard of this one before but none could pin point exactly which hostel this spirit lingers. This is a spirit of a female student who had committed suicide by hanging herself to death in her wardrobe. Seriously, when I heard of this I got shocked. This is because wardrobe over here in my uni are quite low and it stills puzzle me how it actually happened. One of the stories I heard is a student, unaware of this haunting, eventually got into this haunted room. One day, she went over the wardrobe and opened it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To her surprise, there is a ghost hanging in the wardrobe with the tongue extend until the waist. &lt;/span&gt;She got the shocked of her life and immediately request for a change of room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Possession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6EDUs7dWnI/AAAAAAAABZw/xaO8MGEyfMs/s1600-h/myrtle_ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6EDUs7dWnI/AAAAAAAABZw/xaO8MGEyfMs/s400/myrtle_ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449640678287825522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened actually last year around August. When I was on the way to my old college to get something from my friend, I'm really surprised to see many of the hostel's staff, students' body and even the headmaster were standing there. I remembered this clearly because I was worried of them giving me a summon for inappropriate attire. Don't think too much, it is just a sleeveless jersey and shorts which are actually forbidden in the compound. However, they were too occupied with a female student being possessed than to care about me. They had called a "uztaz" over to perform the exorcism. Although I wanted to stay around longer to find out what happens but I was too busy that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Colorful Ghost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened to my seniors. There's a block where students can actually stay in an apartment sort of place. It is only reserved for girls but now it is reserved only for international students. Freaking unfair if you ask me. So what's the deal with the haunting? Apparently this is some sort of a poltergeist. When there's no one in the apartment, every electronic products will just automatically turned on. Even when my senior make sure that all of them are turned off, these electronics will remain on when they reach back to their place. No one had ever touch these things before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then there are several times when my senior woke up during midnight, she would see ghostly figure in green or pink around the apartment. &lt;/span&gt;These figures had never harm them before. Sometimes the figure is seen standing by the window and sometimes sitting on the chair. Needless to say, my seniors applied to stay at other hostel after just 3 months in that apartment and they had applied to stay elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. How do you like these stories? There are not creepy or whatsoever but definitely raise your curiosity. So do you have any ghost stories to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-4554252286238260759?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4554252286238260759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4554252286238260759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/hauntings-in-my-university.html' title='Hauntings In My University'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S6EDUH3y-cI/AAAAAAAABZo/CVMBcPh3Nvk/s72-c/funeral_ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-5492106195856650525</id><published>2010-03-14T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:48:33.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Scandals Reveal The Ugly Side of Humanity</title><content type='html'>With the latest Jack Neo's affair in the air, I had seen many blogs  posting remarks on comments on his infidelity and wrong doings. Many had  blasted Jack Neo for his behavior and even labeled him as Singapore's  Tiger Woods. Majority of the blog posts and websites will include their  own judgment on Jack's sins and saying how wrong he is to the extend  that you can predict what other sites wrote about him after reading a  few of them. And the national newspaper had no short of daily scandal  material such as Tiger Woods, John Terry, Ashley Cole and now Jack Neo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5z1xVuPlSI/AAAAAAAABZY/vR7u5UVeNQ0/s1600-h/craig_goodolddays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5z1xVuPlSI/AAAAAAAABZY/vR7u5UVeNQ0/s400/craig_goodolddays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448499877204956450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  I wrote the title "Scandals Reveal The Ugly Side of Humanity", I'm not&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  referring to any of those celebrities. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not saying that they are not  wrong but what sickens me more is the attitude the public had shown  towards these people.&lt;/span&gt; Each had started to criticize them without ever  noticing what they are doing is not good either. I only have one simple  question for these people. If you are not related or happen to be part  of the scandal, what does it got to do with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Gossips Are  Juicy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossips are really juicy and it quench the thirst of curiosity.  It's ok to actually to listen to the gossips and discuss it a little,  but being completely obsessed over that matter is just plain busybody.  When a scandal broke, many people will eventually try to know as much as  possible what happen and somehow it becomes more like a competition to  compete who is much more trendy. Don't believe it? Just think about it.  When someone declare they are not aware that Jack Neo is having a  mistress, many people will just say "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wah, you dunno meh? On the news  long time already lo. Why you so slow wan?&lt;/span&gt;" It's the same with people  saying "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wah, why use such old handphones. Now no more people use black  and white phone dee. Go change phone la.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5z1vx1-iXI/AAAAAAAABZA/055vqq_tpIw/s1600-h/art.neo.cnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5z1vx1-iXI/AAAAAAAABZA/055vqq_tpIw/s400/art.neo.cnn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448499850393848178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The juiciness of the  gossip eventually becomes a trendy "tool" to actually go around and  talk. Humanity's ugly side no. 1 revealed. Knowing the latest scandals  is like having the latest handphone to boast about. If not, why would  people even bother to find out in detail of what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;A Role Model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5z1wKla2NI/AAAAAAAABZI/EXuKn75TCpM/s1600-h/tiger-woods3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5z1wKla2NI/AAAAAAAABZI/EXuKn75TCpM/s400/tiger-woods3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448499857035286738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When people kept saying that celebrities like Tiger Woods and Jack Neo should set an example for their young, I seriously got confused. Do the parents need to depend on others to be a good role model for their kids? Why? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You are not a good role model?&lt;/span&gt; If that's the case, then why do you people have the tendency to label others for setting a bad role model? I always look for my parents as a role model but never other public figures. I admire work of great people but I never said that I will wanna be just like them in life. Who I wanna be like in my life? My father, an excellent cook, great visionary and also great compassion and care shown towards the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money And Attention Whores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, when a scandal broke out, millions of attention whores will emerge and claim they all had slept with that guy or whatsoever. The media and society will keep on piling up the guilt of the particular person without judging the overall matter themselves first. When all these women come out to sell their story and claim that they do expect fame and money out of it, do you seriously believe it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why would you wanna get yourself into such a mess without any profits from it.&lt;/span&gt; Take for example, Tiger Woods, a lot of his mistress are getting TV appearances, model shooting and so on so on just by revealing all their intimate details. I know most of them are porn stars and wouldn't mind revealing such details but starring in pornos would not make you as famous as becoming the mistress of a celebrity. Why? Because gossips are juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5z1x0bbTtI/AAAAAAAABZg/f6XBBtvgBSU/s1600-h/tiger-woods-mistresses-pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5z1x0bbTtI/AAAAAAAABZg/f6XBBtvgBSU/s400/tiger-woods-mistresses-pictures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448499885447532242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the recent Jack Neo's case, things weren't any different. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A transsexual reveal that she provides "special" massage to Jack Neo regularly at her massage parlor.&lt;/span&gt; I bet most of you guys are now thinking Jack Neo is a psycho but I don't think much of you will think that the transsexual is a bloody attention whore who wanted to take a free ride of fame. The greediness of humanity were revealed and unmasked but not much people pay attention to it. Not much people could even set their priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Matter of Perception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something bad happens, many will tend to take notice and ignoring every other good deeds that particular person had done. Jack Neo had voiced out many socio-political problems that not much people have the balls of discussing them but only talk loud loud behind the back of other people. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And when this scandal broke, many had said they would not even want to watch anymore of his movies.&lt;/span&gt; I beg to differ. Jack Neo's movies are definitely comparable to Yasmin Ahmad's works. The message, the humor and the bravery, should be admired and praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5z1witNoBI/AAAAAAAABZQ/YvMJJfdk7fk/s1600-h/jack81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5z1witNoBI/AAAAAAAABZQ/YvMJJfdk7fk/s400/jack81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448499863510425618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When there's a rotten apple in a basket, many will assume that the apples in it are rotten as well without further checking them. When it comes to ourselves, we tend to showcase only our good points and hide our own bad points. Take for example, when choosing a facebook profile picture, everyone would choose their best or OK looking pictures as themselves to post them in. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will anyone choose a retarded shit face looking picture of themselves as the main profile picture?&lt;/span&gt; No, I don't think so. So as we look into Jack Neo, why not we just ignore his mistakes and continue to admire his works just like how we did to ourselves? His personal problems had nothing to do with us. Even if he had 30 mistress or gone gay, it wouldn't affect any of us unless he is going to make a movie to promote his sexcapades to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Sorry for the lack of updates. Been very very busy with my assignments and stuff like that. No matter what happen, I still look forward to his moves and definitely looking forward to watch his newest movie "Being Human Being".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-5492106195856650525?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/5492106195856650525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/5492106195856650525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/scandals-reveal-ugly-side-of-humanity.html' title='Scandals Reveal The Ugly Side of Humanity'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5z1xVuPlSI/AAAAAAAABZY/vR7u5UVeNQ0/s72-c/craig_goodolddays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-8194980099726946522</id><published>2010-03-06T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:59:32.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supernaturel'/><title type='text'>Supernatural Encounter</title><content type='html'>Any fans of ghost stories and supernatural stuff out here? I've been a long admirer of such mysteries of the universe. I had books on UFO's, ghost stories, cryptology, conspiracies, coincidence, and many more. I often wondered what will happen if I encountered such event. Will I be scared? Excited? Calm? I eventually get to find out about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5JtOJPP3nI/AAAAAAAABY4/LP66LHtPGDE/s1600-h/funeral_ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5JtOJPP3nI/AAAAAAAABY4/LP66LHtPGDE/s400/funeral_ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445534989209820786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I talk about my encounter,&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would like to share this ghost story I've heard since secondary school. This happen to a friend of my friend during one of his camping trip. Supposedly there were 3 beds in the room. With a wardrobe in front of the 3 beds. Then one of the nights, this guy suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. Then as he felt something, he glance over the wardrobe and saw a black shadow sitting above it. Feeling scared and uncertain of what is it, he quickly look away and use the classic trick of pretending to be asleep. then he overheard this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yang kiri sudah tidur, yang kanan sudah tidur dan yang tengah.....pura-pura tidur&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not understand Bahasa Malaysia, this is the translation..."T&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he left had fallen asleep, the right had fallen asleep and the middle...pretending to be asleep&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say,, he got scared out of his wits and end up did not slept the whole night. He did not even dare to look at the wardrobe again and pretend to be asleep. It might be one of the most hilarious ghost stories I've heard but it is also definitely one of the scariest. Try to imagine you are in his position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5JtNxaSO4I/AAAAAAAABYw/FrTb5A8QeSM/s1600-h/wda0269l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5JtNxaSO4I/AAAAAAAABYw/FrTb5A8QeSM/s400/wda0269l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445534982813662082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've many ghost stories from first hand experience, but I will only share them in my future posts. So let's get straight to the point. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What's my supernatural encounter?&lt;/span&gt; It happens late last year when I'm in my hostel room. The time is about 6 in the evening but the sky is dark as it is gonna rain very heavily soon. I bet some of you guys remember the heavy rainy season we had during that time? I was just minding my own business and watching another episode of Guess Guess Guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I felt &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;a red pinkish glow at a corner of my room&lt;/span&gt;. The glow is very bright and I look over. There is a bright glow at a particular spot but there is nothing in my room that could emit such ambiance. Well to make sure, I look over the window. I only saw dark clouds and nothing could be seen nearby that would reflect such glow. Besides, without sunlight, how will there be such reflection in my room. The ambiance lasted about 1 minute from the time I spotted it. I stress that there are no such incident before in my room even till now. It only happens once and no more. I've been in the room for half a year during that time and I've never encountered such a thing before. Needless to say, that was the last I saw of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some will be asking if I took a picture of it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yes, I did&lt;/span&gt;. I took it before it is able to fade completely. I took it kinda when it is going to fade away because I was busy looking for the source which I could not locate. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5Jrfa8PQUI/AAAAAAAABYg/YXirzPzk4tE/s1600-h/RIMG0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5Jrfa8PQUI/AAAAAAAABYg/YXirzPzk4tE/s400/RIMG0886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445533086996447554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The red pinkish glow at the corner? I had nothing that could reflect such color in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5Jrf3jrRnI/AAAAAAAABYo/9HiUHuLQvDA/s1600-h/RIMG0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5Jrf3jrRnI/AAAAAAAABYo/9HiUHuLQvDA/s400/RIMG0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445533094678054514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sky outside during that time which didn't shows much hint of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird huh? some might wondered how I felt that time. To tell the truth, I wasn't scared at all. Rather curious and excited. I wouldn't say it is a ghostly incident as it only happened once. To tell the truth, I wouldn't believe it is a ghost either as it just glows. I would like to see if anyone could explain this to me. Innocent Girl says it looks like an ambiance of blood. I guess I let it up to you guys in this case. It is not spooky at all, besides, it is only 6 in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. So what's your supernatural encounter? Have any? Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-8194980099726946522?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8194980099726946522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/8194980099726946522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/supernatural-encounter.html' title='Supernatural Encounter'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S5JtOJPP3nI/AAAAAAAABY4/LP66LHtPGDE/s72-c/funeral_ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-4074791324380146942</id><published>2010-03-03T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:57:32.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>When Laughter Is Not The Best Medicine</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been reading a lot of blogs written filled with sadness and pain. Don't know why, probably is just fate that brings those blogs to me. Some talks about break ups, trouble with assignments, friends or parents. It is not really rare to see posts like these but lately I've been bombarded by these stuffs via Facebook and blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45pyAVOFXI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ogHyiBlHKgU/s1600-h/laughter-is-the-best-medicine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45pyAVOFXI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ogHyiBlHKgU/s400/laughter-is-the-best-medicine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444405307340887410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they said laughter is always the best medicine to cure sadness, I tend to disagree. Sometimes, it is just purely running away from those problems by diverging your attention to a joke. So is it the best medicine or an escape route? Medicines are meant to cure problems and sadness and not running away from it. I only believe laughter is the best medicine for curing boredom but never sadness.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When A Friend Is In Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I had a troubled friend, I would never say something to him or her to laugh. I rarely consoles them too because I am suck at it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously, when it comes to consoling a sad person, I am equivalent to Tiger Woods keeping his "stick" to one hole.&lt;/span&gt; Which might explains why most people don't seek advice from me anymore. I usually listen to the troubles he or she might encountered, and hence I gave them the best possible advice from my own experience. Usually those advice might not be pleasing to the ears as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45pvkDVYnI/AAAAAAAABXw/Jd9TfoBUqTo/s1600-h/b94.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45pvkDVYnI/AAAAAAAABXw/Jd9TfoBUqTo/s400/b94.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444405265389937266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a realist but as oppose to most realist, I'm actually quite optimistic towards life. Which resulted in my typical style of advice. To tell the truth and not by any bragging means, some of them actually preferred it my way. It is true that they would not be happy that instant but they definitely be more relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Why Laughter Is Not The Best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are down, you listen to a joke or watch a comedy movie, how long would you feel better? An hour or so? I even had a friend who cried while watching a comedy movie after breaking up with her ex. All those diversion through laughter are purely escaping from the problem temporarily and then it would come and haunt you sooner or later. No matter how hard you tried to hide it, it would just never work. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It is just like work, you can take a day off but you will have to deal with it sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45pwHTJpUI/AAAAAAAABX4/FmndlbzView/s1600-h/laughter-the-best-medicine.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45pwHTJpUI/AAAAAAAABX4/FmndlbzView/s400/laughter-the-best-medicine.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444405274851517762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Letting Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are faced with a problem, trust me, it is always better to face it directly. If you feel like crying, call a friend over to cry your heart out. If you feel like kicking the days light out of someone, grab something and utterly destroy it. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;make sure it is legal first&lt;/span&gt;) People always say to let go and dun keep in heart and don't do anything stupid and dun need to cry over such fools, I beg to differ at some point. Let everything out rather than bottling up in your heart. I absolutely hate it when sometimes I rant, someone just cut me off and ask me to forget about it and saying no use ranting about all these stuff. To cut it short, trying to make me shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45pxDyLfgI/AAAAAAAABYI/5PiceOsLBk4/s1600-h/laughter_best_medicine500pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45pxDyLfgI/AAAAAAAABYI/5PiceOsLBk4/s400/laughter_best_medicine500pix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444405291087789570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you keep quiet over something and not rant about it, you are not guilty towards anyone but yourself. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you are at the losing end, why do you need to further torture yourself by keeping everything to yourself?&lt;/span&gt; If there are no good friends that willing to listen, blogs do exists. When I wrote about certain things, I started to think that actual friendship could develop through online and it might be even better at some point. When I rant in my blog, some people actually read it and then comment on it. I had a lot of my friends who are not actually interested in what I have to say. People tends to think that online friendship are fake but they are wrong. It just depends on how you found them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I got diverted from my original point so I should take a step back. When you have a problem do not hesitate to let it off. If your friends not willing to listen to it, blog or write it down. Don't post on Facebook as since it mostly made up from your friends. You do not need to seek attention, you just need to let it off. When I post in my Facebook before that there are a lot of attention seekers who kept ranting on status to gain pity, I seriously do mean it and against it. Most people tend to forget the true meaning of blog. It meant to be an online journal and don't you rant stuff on your diary or journal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laugh To Cry Another Day, Cry To Live Another Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45pwtcUL1I/AAAAAAAABYA/16DnlVjUHKw/s1600-h/20080206_problem_solving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45pwtcUL1I/AAAAAAAABYA/16DnlVjUHKw/s400/20080206_problem_solving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444405285090504530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I don't get this proverb from anyway but from myself. When some people says, no point crying over the past, it only true to certain degree. For example, a relationship ended a few days or weeks ago isn't the past. Past are not actually a length of time. To me, past is the previous stage before the evolution of your maturity which sometimes takes days, weeks or months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cry all your heart out or let it off, do it with all your will. Then, go experience some fruitful activities. You will come to realize things you never did before and then tend to feel better. This is because, humans are designed to be able to accept things during their most vulnerable stage. Then, only you will be stronger by learning from the past. Listening to a friend's advice for example, could be much more fruitful than you thought. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Laughter is the best medicine? To hell with it because it isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy The Simplest Things In Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45qBStXy2I/AAAAAAAABYY/oGPGBuY98zE/s1600-h/problems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45qBStXy2I/AAAAAAAABYY/oGPGBuY98zE/s400/problems.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444405569972063074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get over the bitching stage of your emotion, you just got to enjoy the simplest things in life. Your family, friends, gaming, sports or shitting in the toilet. Some people just could not broaden their perspective in life. Take for example, when someone insulted you, would you sulk and keep it to yourself? Or it is better to slap that retard, rant in your blog and let the whole world discuss about it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You be the judge.&lt;/span&gt; That's one thing I take pleasure in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from now. Finally my laziness got over me to motivate me to blog. Although not much people really cares if I update or not. By the way, if you just come over here to say "hi, dropping by" or "visiting" in my cbox, frankly I don't give a shit. I only read and comment in blogs that read and comment mine. And my blog isn't that popular to have so much readers bother dropping. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-4074791324380146942?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4074791324380146942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/4074791324380146942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-laughter-is-not-best-medicine.html' title='When Laughter Is Not The Best Medicine'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S45pyAVOFXI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ogHyiBlHKgU/s72-c/laughter-is-the-best-medicine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-6661666760797649341</id><published>2010-02-24T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:20:16.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Funny Moments During My CNY</title><content type='html'>I had always look forward to Chinese New Year my whole life. For what? For the Ang Pows, for the gambling and for the food. It was a fun celebration for me but it had never been filled with humors worth sharing to the public. However, in this year's Chinese New Year, things got a little bit different and a whole lot better. Most probably that me and my sister are apart from the family for such a long time and everyone tends to loosen up and have fun. And I would like to say the highlights of my Chinese New Year this year is all the funny moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBVjlcTGI/AAAAAAAABXY/KLVtaajmigU/s1600-h/ipoh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBVjlcTGI/AAAAAAAABXY/KLVtaajmigU/s400/ipoh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441827563332455522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went over to pay respect to my late grandfather which is something I did not do in a while. When I went over there, my siblings spotted this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBUmGqZ-I/AAAAAAAABXI/6OrgsBVwj9g/s1600-h/RIMG0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBUmGqZ-I/AAAAAAAABXI/6OrgsBVwj9g/s400/RIMG0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441827546828793826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAMN TERRER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(the word some people use to describe awesomeness) WAN LE.......DON'T PLAY PLAY...Probably the fortune teller can even predict the exact time you shit and pee. Terrer or not? Scared already right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I'm not Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes to a point of annoyance when my mother keep thinking I'm Google. Actually not only her, my friends do as well. These are the several examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to a new area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: Eh, Eric. What's nice to eat here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: How the fuck I'll know? This is my first time being here and you drive out more often then I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: Do you think this shop sells nice food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a new basketball shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: The new shoe damn nice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Is it? Never seen it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: How much they sell here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: How the fuck I know? I didn't even seen that shoe before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: Oh ok. Do you think the shop have it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:@#$^$%&amp;amp;@$@*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBWZ64gNI/AAAAAAAABXg/cHFYvZwWIoY/s1600-h/RIMG0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBWZ64gNI/AAAAAAAABXg/cHFYvZwWIoY/s400/RIMG0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441827577917898962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Searching For A Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: Eh, Do you know how to go there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: No, I don't. I thought you suppose to know? You are the one bring me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, I know. I forgot where is it. Do you think the place should turn right or go straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:What the fuck man....... =_____=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what my mom did during the last holiday? This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: Eh, come here quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Huh? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: How do u make calls with this phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Huh? Whose phone is it? Never see before also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: Your dad's. He got it last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Look, mom. I just came back from johor and this is the first time I see this phone. How should I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: I ask you how to call la. You talk so much for what. Press what to call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: ........&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I had to explore the phone before telling her how to call. I think she overestimated her son's knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBVMBrWjI/AAAAAAAABXQ/EkLSM1bDJbk/s1600-h/RIMG0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBVMBrWjI/AAAAAAAABXQ/EkLSM1bDJbk/s400/RIMG0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441827557008431666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. The Joke of The Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered I post a blog post regarding on the crazy things my parents said? Well here it is again. I love my parents and after hearing these conversation from them. I simply love them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I think he look a bit sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: What sissy? Didn't you see him place his hand in his trousers to scratch his penis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: What? Sissy don't feel itchy wan meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;: You sure that's a penis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Siblings&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few others that my parents said simply priceless but I don't think I should share them around here. With my father's cool personality around us, you definitely wouldn't expect that from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBXEOoXTI/AAAAAAAABXo/2p342P9IH5A/s1600-h/leafhdr3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBXEOoXTI/AAAAAAAABXo/2p342P9IH5A/s400/leafhdr3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441827589275016498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all for now. This is just a short post but I hope it entertains you guys. How's your CNY turns out? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-6661666760797649341?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6661666760797649341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/6661666760797649341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-moments-during-my-cny.html' title='Funny Moments During My CNY'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4VBVjlcTGI/AAAAAAAABXY/KLVtaajmigU/s72-c/ipoh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-3216878069748863557</id><published>2010-02-23T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:10:22.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Polygamy and Polyamory</title><content type='html'>Polygamy marriage is definitely not something new. Muslims in this country can marry up to 4 wives and China Emperor used to have thousands of concubine with him. So, is polygamy actually morally correct and should be practiced? I stumble upon these articles posted by my friend on Facebook and I would like to share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgKppYdgI/AAAAAAAABWw/F-A2VdkmoPk/s1600-h/abc_polygamy1_070423_ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgKppYdgI/AAAAAAAABWw/F-A2VdkmoPk/s400/abc_polygamy1_070423_ms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441439248376428034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2010/2/7/lifefocus/5626963&amp;amp;sec=lifefocus"&gt;Loving many=Loving more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2010/2/7/lifefocus/5625382&amp;amp;sec=lifefocus"&gt;A practical solution?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2010/2/7/lifefocus/5625397&amp;amp;sec=lifefocus"&gt;A wholesome affair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to these articles,&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; polyamory relationships do not only revolves around sex which many though they were. It is something more and they emphasize on how they desire love and care from others as well. Basically, they are just saying polyamory is not a form a lust but something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Excuse or The Truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infidelity happens in a lot of monogamy relationship which is true and this proves that humans can love more than a person. There is always a fine line between lust and love. Wanting love from more than one person? Wanting more than one person to care for you? No matter how nicely you put it, it still sounds like lust to me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoever said that lust is only sexual?&lt;/span&gt; These people just lust for love and care and I definitely refused to believe if there is no sexual relationship involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgJnQMRdI/AAAAAAAABWY/QtkLksCg7nY/s1600-h/add_toon_info-4.php_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgJnQMRdI/AAAAAAAABWY/QtkLksCg7nY/s400/add_toon_info-4.php_.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441439230554031570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Open Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally believed in open relationship. An open relationship is where the dating couple have the freedom to date other people and both of them are aware of it. But in the end, they come back to each other. This gives them the freedom to choose other partners before finally settling down. I believed that this is actually a good choice for certain people as they will be able to know what they want. Sounds too good to be true for certain people out there? But these sort of relationship take place more often than you think. Where you think "fuddy" comes from? If you do not know what it means then google it. Lazy to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people knows that they are prone to infidelity and hence choose to be totally open about it. There are certain rules and guidelines in maintaining such relationship which can be determined by themselves. I admired these kind of straight-forwardness but unfortunately, I don't think it is practical at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polygamy Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgK_cRo7I/AAAAAAAABW4/jvIGcf1dxpM/s1600-h/polygamy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgK_cRo7I/AAAAAAAABW4/jvIGcf1dxpM/s400/polygamy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441439254227035058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a lot of the examples here in Malaysia. I do not need to elaborate on this, do I? To me, polygamy is a very sexist matter. Men are allowed to have more than 1 wife but women are not allowed to have more than 1 husband. This indirectly implies that men have higher tendency to stray and hence had to cook up some bullshit excuse of getting another wife. Why do we actually need to have another wife? Another one to care for you? Another one to love you? Another one to take care of your family? Or another one to simply have sex with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2010/2/7/lifefocus/5625382&amp;amp;sec=lifefocus"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;, a child who grows in a polygamy family will have more love, care, more role model to choose from and also education. Do you guys sense anything funny? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who the hell will marry another wife for this bloody reason? &lt;/span&gt;When you realized your son is a complete retard, then will you marry a world class lecturer just for it? Or do you propose to the lecturer by saying "I wanna marry you so you can help my son to be not so retard". If anyone accept such proposal, the son will be finished as she is a retard as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My Views&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgJ1a3psI/AAAAAAAABWg/l7r0iVjwvRk/s1600-h/2010-01-07_04-zuma-polygamy-cartoon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgJ1a3psI/AAAAAAAABWg/l7r0iVjwvRk/s400/2010-01-07_04-zuma-polygamy-cartoon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441439234356913858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believed in open relationship but I don't believe in polygamy marriage. It is not a matter to be morally or politically correct or not. It is just a simple gesture of honoring the one you love by preserving certain privileges for them. If you can't settle down, then why get marry? Marriage is not a game but a commitment to me. If you can't commit then don't get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I believed in open relationship but I don't practiced them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It is not because I'm trying to be morally correct but it is a simple matter of ego.&lt;/span&gt; I would definitely not share with anyone the love of my life and if that happens, I rather remain single. Who could imagine having someone to share your happiness? We should spread happiness around but not by that mean. Polygamory might mean giving chances to each and everyone to choose carefully before settling down. I for one would only get into a relationship with someone I think I could settle down with not as an option. We came to the age where love is not the most important criteria in getting in a relationship. The financial background, the future stability and qualities of a person plays an important role too. Why? Because love is blind and it is very difficult to choose based on that as it would not guarantee the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgKWS3zuI/AAAAAAAABWo/ZIc8rWrOWPo/s1600-h/2009-01-19_07-Zuma-polygamy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgKWS3zuI/AAAAAAAABWo/ZIc8rWrOWPo/s400/2009-01-19_07-Zuma-polygamy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441439243181739746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I do not understand is why certain people would go to the extend of getting more than 1 wives if they know they can't settle down? Religious purpose? Self consciousness? Pressure from parents? What's the point of getting married if we could not reserve certain privileges to ourselves? Although the articles said the child could grow up with much more advantages but it didn't said those child would grow up to be more successful than the rest? They could have more role models to choose from? Choose what? Which retarded "moms" that willing to share their husbands to follow? The dad who couldn't keep his pants up? Wow, I can see a good selection of role models here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgW8RkMiI/AAAAAAAABXA/7XY0yip4QmY/s1600-h/polygamy_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgW8RkMiI/AAAAAAAABXA/7XY0yip4QmY/s400/polygamy_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441439459535237666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if you do not plan to settle down yet, it is good to have an open relationship and I would not discriminate you for that. I think it is good to have fun when you are still able to "get it up". In fact, that's why we have all those kinky threesome, foursome or gang bang right? But would it be sensible to get in a committed relationship and still strays around? If you can't commit then why commit at all? What's your view? Sorry for being away from the blogging scene awhile. Was busy and moodless to do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6271878646099100048-3216878069748863557?l=leehuangshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/3216878069748863557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271878646099100048/posts/default/3216878069748863557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/2010/02/polygamy-and-polyamory.html' title='Polygamy and Polyamory'/><author><name>Eric Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01882716212320514839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/Sdh9HLupDPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8SxYvQhJP3U/S220/DSC_0180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S4PgKppYdgI/AAAAAAAABWw/F-A2VdkmoPk/s72-c/abc_polygamy1_070423_ms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271878646099100048.post-2305595351054503024</id><published>2010-02-15T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:48:36.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>CNY Versus Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>A very happy Chinese New Year and Happy Valentine to everyone. Since today is a double combo of joy for most people and some people triple(wedding or birthday), it makes me wonder that which particular occasion is much more important? As I saw in my facebook, one of my friend wrote that there are more Chinese New Year songs than Love songs which means Valentine's Day got OWNED. Yeah, that is very very true. People "tuk tuk chiang" here and there but also got lot of people "Ah~Ah~Ah" here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S3i0vet0hBI/AAAAAAAABWI/0VK0QX7iw90/s1600-h/tigerchinese.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S3i0vet0hBI/AAAAAAAABWI/0VK0QX7iw90/s400/tigerchinese.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438295277841974290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've heard stories about how several bloggers dislike Chinese New Year for very valid reasons too. Yes, I do hate certain blood sucking relatives who took my parent's money for granted. And I also hate how several relatives will bug me about my studies and some time, my love life. Seriously, I don't really wanna talk about it and it's damn annoying. But does that make me prefer Valentine over Chinese New Year? Not really. In fact, I LOVE Chinese New Year and I think there are many reasons why Valentine Day got owned by this occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S3i0vjOTm1I/AAAAAAAABWQ/5Xr5RVy2WMw/s1600-h/HappyValentinesDay.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHdxepawsq4/S3i0vjOTm1I/AAAAAAAABWQ/5Xr5RVy2WMw/s400/HappyValentinesDay.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438295279051971410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Valentine Day Is Overrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say exactly I don't like to celebrate it, but I seriously think Valentine's Day is overrated. When you are together with some one you love, won't every day be a Valentine's Day? Do you need an extra special reason to buy a gift, take her out for dinner, massage or have hot kinky sex? No you don't. The only reason needed is only love and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. Money In And Money Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a bachelor, CNY rocks to the max. I don't need to give ang pow yet which means I'm the one on the receiving end all the time. And during Valentine's Day, you got to fork out money for the present, movie tickets, meals and bla bla bla bla. Guess I do not need to further elaborate on this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Gambling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="
