<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:38:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>JerryKiat - Standing between Light and Darkness</title><description>A scorpion who can be gullible and deadly at the same time.</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-7050444881685586316</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T06:15:43.552+08:00</atom:updated><title>Settings my Priorities Crooked</title><description>Months ago when I started this blog, once in a while I'll complain about myself this and that... Then my fellow blogger friends will share with me their opinions, one of them pin-point the exact flaw in me, which is something like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry, you just don't know how to put priorities straight.. (The opposite of straight is Crooked, that explains my title for this entry).. For everything else, you're doing fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he had a point there... I can't remember who said that but this thing just came into my mind.... Well, dam right he is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwsB8PjR8zI/AAAAAAAABrc/UAK_qbWaemc/s1600/bl5%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwsB8PjR8zI/AAAAAAAABrc/UAK_qbWaemc/s320/bl5%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407417912066700082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about the flaw... My main Priority is Computer... Follow by the rest Family ; Brothers ; Friends ; Study... They are not in order, just that I'm pretty sure computer is the main one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priority being at position # 1 means that the time spent on it will definitely be way much longer compare to others,  hence I won't be able  distribute my time evenly with other priorities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to be able to defeat the Computer Priority except for Money...  Fact that I'm freaking broke now leaves me no choice but to devote myself into work, my main Priority has been replaced with Money (work), follow by Computer and the rest... I'm not complaining anything, just that I really need that money for further use....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time now is 5.45 am, I just got back from work ..  &lt;s&gt;Yes I sell ass for money o.o  &lt;/s&gt; Pretty much exhausted though but here I am writing this entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwsB70kO1jI/AAAAAAAABrU/LBf5vHQTBO4/s1600/asian10kloland%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwsB70kO1jI/AAAAAAAABrU/LBf5vHQTBO4/s320/asian10kloland%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407417904822933042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the thing is I haven been replying comments and dropping comments in any blogs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do read your blogs, just that I didn't drop comment.... My deepest apologies to you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be like the rest of the students, enjoying their holiday with lots of sleep, vacation, hang outs, clubbing and fun... I don't want this Money minded thingy to come in between all these fun I'm suppose to have, so whenever I'm "free", I'll try to fill in my time with some company as long as they don't give me headaches and problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gdnite readers.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-7050444881685586316?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/settings-my-priorities-crooked.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwsB8PjR8zI/AAAAAAAABrc/UAK_qbWaemc/s72-c/bl5%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-5565117066362940828</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-22T00:11:29.142+08:00</atom:updated><title>Foolish Encounter</title><description>Yesterday when I went to work, my boss gave me a delivery task to do... I need to deliver a parcel to somewhere in Shah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alam&lt;/span&gt;... Sadly I'm using bike and at that time, no other company's vehicle was available so I'm forced to use my bike to ride all the way there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My working location is near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tasik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Selatan&lt;/span&gt;, from here all the way to Shah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alam&lt;/span&gt; takes around 1 hours... Come and go meaning 2 hours straight riding a bike.. Seriously I tell you I have the tightest butt yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get off from the bike, my butt is as stiff as a rock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwgN4wgJfnI/AAAAAAAABrM/kFXZyezAMhg/s1600/leilei004Aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwgN4wgJfnI/AAAAAAAABrM/kFXZyezAMhg/s320/leilei004Aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406586621401857650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't all that serious compare to this one... When I was on my way back, I looked at my fuel meter, it is red and I thought it is just enough to drive another 4 km to the nearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; oil station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I drove about 2 km, the bike started choking, then slows down... I looked around and I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; not now!!! There's like another 2 km to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; just let me make it there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I didn't manage to reach the oil station and I'm stuck in the middle of the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwgN4onMT5I/AAAAAAAABrE/t9fg44IYkZE/s1600/20081027472100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwgN4onMT5I/AAAAAAAABrE/t9fg44IYkZE/s320/20081027472100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406586619283918738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did, I pushed my bike all the way to that petrol station.. Along the highway, I can feel all those cars speeding pass me, and I was just by the roadside, pushing and soaking under the heat like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gila&lt;/span&gt;...  Plus the bike is heavy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;somemore&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried calling for help but everyone was too busy with work... What a bad experience, and I should have just go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Petronas&lt;/span&gt; on the way back, wonder why I must insist on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-5565117066362940828?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/foolish-encounter.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwgN4wgJfnI/AAAAAAAABrM/kFXZyezAMhg/s72-c/leilei004Aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-3259366296567698927</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T09:44:36.327+08:00</atom:updated><title>Kick start your day...</title><description>I always feel dam annoyed whenever the first thing I hear and see in the morning is the CB alarm clock...  Especially when they have a bee buzzing tone, Gosh feel like throwing that alarm away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;How nice if when you open your eyes, first thing is you can have a look at your love one...  &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I have a habit of sleeping late, whether an artificial alarm or human alarm is a must for me...So I personally find a way to handle this problem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwXw7Nn9KHI/AAAAAAAABq8/ZOBZRP4h9Fg/s1600/snooze2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwXw7Nn9KHI/AAAAAAAABq8/ZOBZRP4h9Fg/s320/snooze2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405991827788343410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is so set the alarm 1 hour earlier.. Say my working time is 10 am and I'm suppose to start preparing by 9am.. Instead of setting the alarm at 9 am, I'll set it at may be 7.50am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time (7.50), I'll wake up from time to time and snooze all the way up to 9 am... Then only start preparing... During that 1 hour time interval, I will be half asleep, laze around on bed, doing some stretches to refresh my mind before I hop on the the computer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I'll end here........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwXw61EWJXI/AAAAAAAABq0/0OFGGNddXmo/s1600/azz%2B%2826%29%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwXw61EWJXI/AAAAAAAABq0/0OFGGNddXmo/s320/azz%2B%2826%29%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405991821196535154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received a morning call from boss, got to go early today.. See ya guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-3259366296567698927?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/kick-start-your-day.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwXw7Nn9KHI/AAAAAAAABq8/ZOBZRP4h9Fg/s72-c/snooze2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-4000161964275396732</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T04:51:51.919+08:00</atom:updated><title>Stuck at Dead End</title><description>Things are going pretty much as planned, though I have started working, but some things seem to be missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried picking up what I've left behind for the 1 and a half month, but I can't....Everything feels like water, because whenever I tried to pick it up, it just flow out of my hands ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is that how I mentioned in my previous post about keeping a positive mind by keeping myself busy... Turn around this post is be the exact opposite of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwRYMD7ah0I/AAAAAAAABqs/lz_iSt-2whU/s1600/2008072817382421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwRYMD7ah0I/AAAAAAAABqs/lz_iSt-2whU/s320/2008072817382421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405542416987621186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like the mind is playing tricks on me, when my instinct tells me that I should STOP thinking about it, but my actions and emotion has taken control over me instead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you continue to care for someone when he/she is reluctant acknowledge it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obviously stop wasting time and move on... There are many other people out there who are worth to care for&lt;/span&gt;... Easier said than done when you have to face him almost everyday... I tried to come out with so many different types of personality to bury myself, only to know that those mini acts are futile, all the ending is just the same, one way or another I'll backfire myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwRYLluBryI/AAAAAAAABqk/MsSbBdphXGA/s1600/200941173414710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwRYLluBryI/AAAAAAAABqk/MsSbBdphXGA/s320/200941173414710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405542408878403362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking about this statement, "If you love someone, if that person is happy, you'll be happy too" .. This is what I called, unconditional love... I can never achieve this level, not at least till I really realize the term "Give &amp;amp; Take"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make life looks so easy from the outside.. Yet I make life looks so complicated from the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, feels ***** (Duno what word to use) to be emo sometimes, it changes my Heart-Of-Stone  into Heart-Of-Flesh   ...  Because whenever there's touching scene in drama, tears flow out of my eyes automatically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight readers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-4000161964275396732?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/stuck-at-dead-end.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwRYMD7ah0I/AAAAAAAABqs/lz_iSt-2whU/s72-c/2008072817382421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-1243679402542539607</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T21:44:12.766+08:00</atom:updated><title>Having a Positive Mind...</title><description>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Allright&lt;/span&gt;, Exams are over.. What's next??   Holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short period of break before I start my year 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; 2... I'm so gonna enjoy this one and a half months of break.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wish I were rich, then I can just screw around these 40++ days playing and flirting around... Messing up my sleeping time, sitting in front of PC whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwKliE85-sI/AAAAAAAABqc/F4c80lJUtKQ/s1600/2008815173910577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwKliE85-sI/AAAAAAAABqc/F4c80lJUtKQ/s320/2008815173910577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405064507661351618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think that's ever gonna happen...  One year's time I only have this one time long break, hence this is the best time for me to get a quick 1 month job... To reload my money supply!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because all this while there's only withdrawal, no deposit at all... Plus I'm a big spender, my bank is really going dry if it keeps on going like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, sitting at home everyday, if a person is too free or always have nothing to do, all those negative thoughts will come in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwKlhrEoUvI/AAAAAAAABqU/L2g-MZ0OA_U/s1600/2008102143052261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwKlhrEoUvI/AAAAAAAABqU/L2g-MZ0OA_U/s320/2008102143052261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405064500714427122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to overcome all those is to keep myself busy.... This time I'm planning keep myself busy by masturbating  working, and some hang outs may be when there's free time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I'll be blogging less for these coming days, well nothing special seems to be happening in my life though ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wonder why readers are more fond of reading "dirty" materials like sex, gay encounter or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-1243679402542539607?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/having-positive-mind.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwKliE85-sI/AAAAAAAABqc/F4c80lJUtKQ/s72-c/2008815173910577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-6077141861645562089</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 07:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T15:14:28.968+08:00</atom:updated><title>Cold Like Fire</title><description>Great, everything has come to an end.... Whatever the result is, just let it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beee&lt;/span&gt;~~~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said before, one thing that I must do after my exam is to dye my hair.. At first the colour that come into my mind was Purple... Then again, I figure that it wouldn't look nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I changed my mind, May be blue would suit me and it brings the theme "Hot As Ice".. Not much of a Britney Spear fans, just listens to her songs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwD5euQeRSI/AAAAAAAABqM/gSfEU5ivC2k/s1600/2654128398_77dc8940ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwD5euQeRSI/AAAAAAAABqM/gSfEU5ivC2k/s320/2654128398_77dc8940ee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404593859053110562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at my Fortune Pentagram... It says that Blue is not a suitable colour for me... Again, need to come up with another colour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the report it says Red suits me, since Red is the direct opposite of "Hot As Ice", best suit the theme "Cold Like Fire"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decision is final, so I went into the saloon and come out with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwD5en-TFuI/AAAAAAAABqE/EmKvld1unU8/s1600/DSC05743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwD5en-TFuI/AAAAAAAABqE/EmKvld1unU8/s320/DSC05743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404593857366267618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back KL now, see ya....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-6077141861645562089?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/cold-like-fire.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SwD5euQeRSI/AAAAAAAABqM/gSfEU5ivC2k/s72-c/2654128398_77dc8940ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-8518607554031328902</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T12:19:42.325+08:00</atom:updated><title>Runs Tomorrow...</title><description>Finally, tomorrow this is the word I've been waiting to hear for a long time now.... I can't believe it, because the feeling has already overwhelmed me and I find it so hard to focus... And the time seems to go so slow, so I had to find myself something to kill time again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; drama again that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sv97MZL2syI/AAAAAAAABp0/j2LaUNCJTXg/s1600-h/e88887e695b5e5908ce8a18c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sv97MZL2syI/AAAAAAAABp0/j2LaUNCJTXg/s320/e88887e695b5e5908ce8a18c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404173530717139746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank god my exam ends at tomorrow because if you read the news lately, I think there's raining season in some parts of the country... Places like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Musang&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mersing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kluang&lt;/span&gt;) have been warned that there might be a high risk of flooding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was having my dinner last night, after watching the news, I called my mom immediately to ask if my Grandmother in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Musang&lt;/span&gt; is safe there?? Surprising she calm me down by saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Granny is already in KL and the place has been flooded few days ago, wait until you call die lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;zzzz&lt;/span&gt;...."  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WTFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sv99YD5q-WI/AAAAAAAABp8/Zdwd0F4YhOo/s1600-h/MacFlood%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sv99YD5q-WI/AAAAAAAABp8/Zdwd0F4YhOo/s320/MacFlood%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404175930185415010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tomoro&lt;/span&gt; right after exam I'll be heading down to &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/dye-hair.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, then back to hostel to pack up, and get out of this Shit Hole!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Someone buy me McDonald's Apple Pie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pleaseeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-8518607554031328902?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/runs-tomorrow.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sv97MZL2syI/AAAAAAAABp0/j2LaUNCJTXg/s72-c/e88887e695b5e5908ce8a18c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-3255538183626076760</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 02:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T10:38:39.014+08:00</atom:updated><title>Do you eat Wax??</title><description>Instant noodles... One of the most economic food in the world, especially for us students when our pocket money is going    Low... Or even workers when they wanna save money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cheap, filling and delicious, over the years instant noodles have become part of our lives.. That's why now it comes with all kinds of flavour like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Teh&lt;/span&gt;, Tom Yam, Chicken and you name it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sv4SoTyh7pI/AAAAAAAABps/lctRPpGEpVE/s1600-h/instant_noodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sv4SoTyh7pI/AAAAAAAABps/lctRPpGEpVE/s320/instant_noodles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403777086607453842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone would have known by now, that in each pack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;noodle&lt;/span&gt; you eat, the noodle which is in a solid form like the image above is made out of Wax... The purpose of wax is to harden up the noodles and made them last longer so they wouldn't expire quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that info in mind, many emails and words were being spread throughout the world to guide people the "best way to have a 'healthy' instant noodle". Trick is to filter the noodles with hot water the first time, and pour it away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do filter the water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I have it, but when I'm having noodle meal together with my friends, they just eat it along with the wax.... I found it weird and ended up asking them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry : "Don't you know there's wax inside? Why don you wash away the wax first??"&lt;br /&gt;Friends : " I know, very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mafan&lt;/span&gt; la.. Besides, I've grown up with wax in my stomach, if they were to do any harm, I would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; it by now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sv4SoE4z1lI/AAAAAAAABpk/B3VjynQmZIE/s1600-h/DSC05735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sv4SoE4z1lI/AAAAAAAABpk/B3VjynQmZIE/s320/DSC05735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403777082607261266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This image was taken by me, the bubbles on the surface are wax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my friend's respond, I kept my silence because I know there's no point anymore... Not only they eat it with wax, but they finish the entire cup of "soup" as well... Bottoms up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be some of the taste is being added into the wax, somehow it taste is richer when you mix the wax together.. I don't always eat it, may be once in a week or two... But it taste flavourless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, do you filter the hot water, or you eat the wax along??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-3255538183626076760?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-eat-wax.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sv4SoTyh7pI/AAAAAAAABps/lctRPpGEpVE/s72-c/instant_noodles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-900258744083105285</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 00:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T08:14:42.285+08:00</atom:updated><title>Taxi Prank</title><description>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, let's see... Already 22 hours since I made my last post and I'm still awake now, writing my next entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering, why the hell am I doing staying awake and don't go to bed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain in detail, but first let's backtrack to 22 hours ago where I mentioned I was gonna watch 2012... (My previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything did go as planned, my friends came out from the exam hall, after reunite we headed down town to watch it... Pretty cool and dramatic movie with lots and lots of effects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show the time was around 5.30 evening, so our next destination is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt; Cafe... I've made  appointment with the Taxi Driver to pick us up at 12 am in the morning, around 8 hours ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Svyif3eCs8I/AAAAAAAABpc/DEm4OC8I_mY/s1600-h/4_1225383456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Svyif3eCs8I/AAAAAAAABpc/DEm4OC8I_mY/s320/4_1225383456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403372321287353282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 12am, I gave him a call again.. He never picked up, after a couple of tries, his wife finally picked up the phone and says he sleeping... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTFBBQ&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned and the reason why I only choose this taxi is because them uncle gave us special rates where each person only charges about Rm 4, whereby other taxi at 12am they would have slaughter us for (Rm 30) per ride...m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we decide to save up the money and stayed up all night in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; cafe instead... Just called him a while ago and finally... He woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head feels kinda dizzy and heavy now, gotta go for breakfast with my friends, head back to hostel...  Grab a shower, and go to bed!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ughh&lt;/span&gt;, what a long and tiring day...  Feels like I'm already too old for all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CyberCafe&lt;/span&gt; all night thingy..... Good Day guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-900258744083105285?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/taxi-prank.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Svyif3eCs8I/AAAAAAAABpc/DEm4OC8I_mY/s72-c/4_1225383456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-4174221892305784888</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T11:13:35.925+08:00</atom:updated><title>Disastrous Day...</title><description>It's the Final Countdown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;teng&lt;/span&gt;... I always love to hum the music along when I feel high....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 down 1 more to go, 4 more days to go bright and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shiney&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips given by lecturer are so reliable, funny thing is that many of the students are still in exam hall and I'm already blogging here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Svt7cADMNlI/AAAAAAAABpU/kj0RJ8jpsUQ/s1600-h/url.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Svt7cADMNlI/AAAAAAAABpU/kj0RJ8jpsUQ/s320/url.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403047898940978770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot, about the title today, it's not meant for me. My day is just awesome and what I meant was for the premier of 2012 (Disaster Movie)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finish this entry and wait the rest to come out from the exam hall, I'll be heading down town with my friends to watch the premier... Time to relax ourselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Svt7b8Vh5PI/AAAAAAAABpM/xGxgnJHtYQg/s1600-h/2012_movie_poster2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Svt7b8Vh5PI/AAAAAAAABpM/xGxgnJHtYQg/s320/2012_movie_poster2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403047897944155378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; what to expect from this movie though, everything seems too fake to me, the graphics and the mass effect.. It's beyond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bomblastic&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys expect from this show??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-4174221892305784888?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/disastrous-day.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Svt7cADMNlI/AAAAAAAABpU/kj0RJ8jpsUQ/s72-c/url.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-8682466266828425802</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 19:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T03:55:15.299+08:00</atom:updated><title>Underwear For Men...</title><description>I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; a big fan of underwear though, if any of you wanna seek advise about underwear, I strongly recommend &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://simonlover83.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simon&lt;/a&gt; to do it because he's an underwear expert.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about underwear, I've been wearing it for about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt; 16 years already.. I'm not particular about the brands and types, no matter what type they are they still serves me the purpose, which is keeping my boy still and steady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvnAY4jd6QI/AAAAAAAABpE/pai-uwrJdxY/s1600-h/Men-s-Sexy-Underwear-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvnAY4jd6QI/AAAAAAAABpE/pai-uwrJdxY/s320/Men-s-Sexy-Underwear-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402560761738160386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've notice is that whenever I wear a medium tight ones, it gets a little uncomfortable sometimes and I always make the wrong parking.. Also a lot of clipping cases whereby my hands need to move down constantly to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt;-clip them, even worst when it erects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution would be trimming my hair short and make sure I parked nicely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; before I zip it.... All these are cases still tolerable, but then after 10 years of wearing it, I still can't get a proper solution for some of the bigger side-effects like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sometimes I do sweat, when that happens the heat traps inside, it will itch and I'm forced to scratch it, ended up with a couple of red patches down there... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;, okay we don't have air-conditional everywhere here and most of the time the weather is hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; whether I'm the only one or what, my boy should be facing straight looking downwards instead of left or right... But most of the time, it is skewed to the right and no matter how I bend it **Ouch**, it's as though my original position is the Right Side!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvnAYRYJGuI/AAAAAAAABo8/FG8_erfGoF8/s1600-h/983e_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvnAYRYJGuI/AAAAAAAABo8/FG8_erfGoF8/s320/983e_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402560751221676770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking, since nowadays more and more people are wearing boxers (not the one that look like short pants), I wanted to try it out too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the best replacement for underwear instead of not wearing any, I know there are some daring people who doesn't wear anything inside 24/7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, what do you think?? Do you wear boxers or underwear?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is boxer good??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-8682466266828425802?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/underwear-for-men.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvnAY4jd6QI/AAAAAAAABpE/pai-uwrJdxY/s72-c/Men-s-Sexy-Underwear-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-7158940611332475300</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T11:39:22.416+08:00</atom:updated><title>College Life = Fun??</title><description>3 down, 2 to go.. Counting down 7 days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you guys need to know is that I'm so sick of exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe most people define college life as something Fun, a phase in their life where they get to play &amp;amp; enjoy the most... That's for majority, well so do I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I can't help myself to think that, why my University's syllabus is so weird...  I'll tell you why.. Back then in Secondary and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-U, I study 2 years for one final paper, that 2 years syllabus is 10 thick books (10 subjects),  they all hit you one shot in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;.... 2 years and 10 books, fair enough ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SveG8Pj4GQI/AAAAAAAABo0/yhfjZEEmGC4/s1600-h/Aura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SveG8Pj4GQI/AAAAAAAABo0/yhfjZEEmGC4/s320/Aura1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401934647581481218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, my course is separated into semesters, each semester I have 7 subjects, and each subject I have one Fucking thick book to read... That's not all, after one semester, another 7 new subjects will be offered to me and that's ANOTHER 7 books to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do the math, I have 8 semester, 8 * 7 = 56, a total of 56 books throughout 3 and a half years, isn't that insane??  You wanna know where lecturer's note came from?? They came from the thick book also, so normally they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cincai&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cincai&lt;/span&gt; do the notes for you, in the end you still have to crawl back to the book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the knowledge will be returned back to lecturer during holidays because I don't even need them in my following &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sems&lt;/span&gt;, it's like a complete new thing to study with a whole new syllabus.... One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; only last around 4 months, 4 months and 7 books, so this is the so-called "Fun"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SveG73PUWnI/AAAAAAAABos/5_rqJEA0J6Y/s1600-h/DSC05726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SveG73PUWnI/AAAAAAAABos/5_rqJEA0J6Y/s320/DSC05726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401934641052801650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every book is that thick la, even half of it is enough to kill me... I'm not a book worm, I can never sit still and study for an hour, even if I do sit there I can tell you that my mind will fly somewhere else for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main difference of college life and school life is just the monthly allowance and the freedom only what... I rather choose to stay in school life if I have the chance, at least I don't have to suite myself for changes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blardy&lt;/span&gt; whole load of assignments... I hate changes, they are jus too dam troublesome... For the sake of what? Sand Paper. Sand Paper for what? Job. Job for what? Money.. It's all about money... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is what life's all about, don't you think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-7158940611332475300?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/college-life-fun.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SveG8Pj4GQI/AAAAAAAABo0/yhfjZEEmGC4/s72-c/Aura1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-826898259544906199</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 12:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T20:46:23.141+08:00</atom:updated><title>Inspiration-less</title><description>When I was about write something this afternoon, hostel's wifi let me down.. Turn out I need to walk to the nearest Cyber Cafe available here... And I've totally forgotten what to write now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm saying things I write will attract your interest, but staying in this ShitHole for so long, I feel that my inspiration is getting lesser and lesser....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, may be that's why they say "Eat it while its hot", the exact same meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvVj7SGgMdI/AAAAAAAABoc/q20wCxyCPGc/s1600-h/poster_hired.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvVj7SGgMdI/AAAAAAAABoc/q20wCxyCPGc/s320/poster_hired.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401333198223323602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, it doesn't matter, these days I'm watching this Chinese Drama called "You're Hired". The storyline talks about a guy who works as a business advisor, it's nice and meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda learn a few things from this drama after watching it.. Some of the things I know it all along, just that after watching this show it reminded me somehow... In life, there's no absolute Mr Nice guy. Where he is gonna help you despite what you did to him, throwing all the blame on him, thrashing him and he will still stand by your side and offer his help... People like this already extinct ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes these drama try to reflect human's behavior, but still these are all Acting, where they will exxagerate those so-called "behaviors"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvVj7zjlhmI/AAAAAAAABok/9T0JLScKCtU/s1600-h/f_DarkAngelSam_4637f17.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvVj7zjlhmI/AAAAAAAABok/9T0JLScKCtU/s320/f_DarkAngelSam_4637f17.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401333207203677794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's first, second thing is that, we can't please everyone in this world.. No matter what you do, how good you try to be.. Yeah, you can never live up to the expectations of everyone's eye... May be I can please this group because of my style and my attitude, but I can never please that group ALSO because of my style and attitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just tiring trying to be what others want me to be. I've been thinking, so what for I need to be the Prince, I really can't see the difference even if I play my role as a Dark Prince...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff-Said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-826898259544906199?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiration-less.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvVj7SGgMdI/AAAAAAAABoc/q20wCxyCPGc/s72-c/poster_hired.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-285927427111330017</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 03:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T11:22:02.007+08:00</atom:updated><title>The MisMatch Wedding</title><description>I've receive this from an email a couple of days ago, it's funny when I look that the way they shoot those wedding pictures.. It's like a trend these days, where girl dress as guy and guy dress as girl. For what?? to make their wedding more "Memorable" or more "Colourful" ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they are getting kinky!!! Enjoy the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvOU9lhzyQI/AAAAAAAABoU/sOKQCQQaPt4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvOU9lhzyQI/AAAAAAAABoU/sOKQCQQaPt4/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400824163914205442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvOU9WXeZqI/AAAAAAAABoM/f2yMoYrKJuc/s1600-h/GetAttachment1.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvOU9WXeZqI/AAAAAAAABoM/f2yMoYrKJuc/s320/GetAttachment1.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400824159844329122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvOU9OOAMRI/AAAAAAAABoE/dF_85dlPLSE/s1600-h/GetAttachment2.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvOU9OOAMRI/AAAAAAAABoE/dF_85dlPLSE/s320/GetAttachment2.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400824157657116946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvOU84zVFfI/AAAAAAAABn8/px0pqpJU5y4/s1600-h/GetAttachment4.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvOU84zVFfI/AAAAAAAABn8/px0pqpJU5y4/s320/GetAttachment4.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400824151908095474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvOU8gEjIPI/AAAAAAAABn0/KijeSNOuzf0/s1600-h/GetAttachment5.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvOU8gEjIPI/AAAAAAAABn0/KijeSNOuzf0/s320/GetAttachment5.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400824145269432562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's ever a wedding for me, of course both of us has to be in Tuxedo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I mean if....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a pleasant Friday everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; more days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-285927427111330017?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/mismatch-wedding.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvOU9lhzyQI/AAAAAAAABoU/sOKQCQQaPt4/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-2053612716399248655</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T01:33:44.187+08:00</atom:updated><title>Craving for A Heater</title><description>It was a fine morning, I wake up as early as 7 am.. Did a little stretches and get off from the bed. Grabbed my towel, walked downstairs and get myself ready for a shower.... Inside the toilet, before opening the tap, I'll look at the shower-head and mumble "Here We Go Again!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in an instant, water rushing down from the pipe and there will be lots of sound effect coming out from the toilet *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oohooooo&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvG0kKI1rSI/AAAAAAAABns/PqffW0MMGMM/s1600-h/shower_heater.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvG0kKI1rSI/AAAAAAAABns/PqffW0MMGMM/s320/shower_heater.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400295961483652386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hot the weather or how cold it is, University students' hostel doesn't supply Water Heater.. They don't come in a package.. So every morning or every midnight, no matter how cold the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; is, like it or not I still have to shower with cold water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like going back in time where those people shower with cold water from the bath tub, I can hardly see all these in City Center's houses now, cept for those kampung-kampung places lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm so dependent on this heater, when I'm in KL, despite the scorching heat, I still shower with heater on (Just tune the heater level slightly lower)... Do you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvG0jyFG8AI/AAAAAAAABnk/erORtFx_IFs/s1600-h/1496570801_1cb7dcc51e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvG0jyFG8AI/AAAAAAAABnk/erORtFx_IFs/s320/1496570801_1cb7dcc51e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400295955025555458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine when you wake up feeling cozy and comfortable, and need to get splashed by that nasty cold water, where you just feel like do it fast and comes out in an instant?? I'm always forced do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike in KL, wakes up 7am, I can grab a nice warm hot shower, take my time showering. Can even doze off during shower because it's just too dam comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why most of the time if I have morning classes THAT early, I usually just brush my teeth and wash my face... Shower?? Nah I'll skip it... So instead of having that wake up hair look, I also have that wake up smell too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...Really hope that the Government can treat us (Uni Students) better, install one Water Heater in every house la, since we pay for the hostel fee anyway.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-2053612716399248655?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/craving-for-heater.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvG0kKI1rSI/AAAAAAAABns/PqffW0MMGMM/s72-c/shower_heater.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-5971422827617261008</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T02:26:42.095+08:00</atom:updated><title>Late Night Supper</title><description>Just when you're feeling hungry, and you are looking for something to eat in the middle of the night... No, so sick of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fastfood&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt; thanks to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mcvalue&lt;/span&gt; lunch, so sick of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mamak&lt;/span&gt; Stalls with either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Canai&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Goreng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Goreng&lt;/span&gt; stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lut&lt;/span&gt; is the best solution for all... Easy, fast and nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvByLCZ6nXI/AAAAAAAABnc/FyuD0n0hgsg/s1600-h/DSC06555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvByLCZ6nXI/AAAAAAAABnc/FyuD0n0hgsg/s320/DSC06555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399941487166922098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lut&lt;/span&gt; used to cook with only boiling water, now they come with deep fry style also.. Where you can have fried sausages, fried chicken, fried bacon and many others and they only cost around Rm 2 a stick...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if your mouth is feeling a little itchy and feel like finding something to warm your stomach in the middle of the night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lut&lt;/span&gt; is always a good option..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you are feeling hungry now if you're reading this in the middle of the night :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-5971422827617261008?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/late-night-supper.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SvByLCZ6nXI/AAAAAAAABnc/FyuD0n0hgsg/s72-c/DSC06555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-5154081366539614652</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 07:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T16:34:28.922+08:00</atom:updated><title>Dirty Dream</title><description>Counting Down 15 Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0LjaGzmhqDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0LjaGzmhqDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the month of November, the time has come for my finals.. 15 days and 5 subjects to go.... Spent my entire study week in ShitHole... I really miss everyone in Kl, I really do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, come back to today's entry... Yesterday after I posted my "I Hate Frog" entry, I felt a little tired, while lying down on my bed studying, I fell asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd enough I had a dream during my nap, I've never had a dream for so long and yesterday's dream was a weird and dirty/naughty one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Su6QGlZRFhI/AAAAAAAABnU/Ul0qTC0GZiE/s1600-h/1817391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Su6QGlZRFhI/AAAAAAAABnU/Ul0qTC0GZiE/s320/1817391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399411446055507474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with me as a swimming coach (Yeah a swimming coach like &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://pluboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Takashi&lt;/a&gt; LoL) , it was a public swimming pool so all my students is wearing only Undy (triangle or square typed)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway during the class, one of the students came up to me and say "Coach, I wanna pee, can I??".. I told him No, you have to go to the bathroom.. So after that incident, I kind of imagined something out from there, whereby the next day I built a public pee-ing place for guys just beside the pool and it's very convenient for guys to just release it there and continue swimming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the next day, again everyone only in Undy, I made an announcement before they jump into the pool... I said "Guys, the next time whenever you feel like peeing, just head directly to that corner over there and do it... I've made things easy for you all, you can choose to leak with ur undy or take it out also can.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Su6QGfb5gpI/AAAAAAAABnM/0Vakq13r6tw/s1600-h/BAMBISEPT11-08_%2830%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Su6QGfb5gpI/AAAAAAAABnM/0Vakq13r6tw/s320/BAMBISEPT11-08_%2830%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399411444455932562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked "How sir, how do we do it??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me demonstrate it for you!!", I said.. Being horny all the time, I was erecting and they can see that sharp point through my underwear but I still demonstrate it to them ... I didn't take it off though, instead I just release it directly&lt;s&gt; like I would do in any swimming pool&lt;/s&gt;, then wash it with the shower tap before jumping into the pool again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I've made it clear enough for them, but all of them take it off when they release, Oh mama definitely heck of a view there... Again, few of them come up to me and asked "Sir, how do you release it with Undy on, I just don't know how, can you help me??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!!", with a very chinky tone and a cheeky smile on my face... I walk towards them, rubbing my hands together to make sure it is warm...  My hands were just 2 inches away from their undy before I heard someone singing, so loud until I turn my head around, and I opened my eyes... Looked at the surroundings, noticed that I'm on bed but my hands were in nipping position, getting ready to   you-know-what......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNAPPP!!! Who the FUCK SINGING SO LOUD MAN!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-5154081366539614652?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirty-dream.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Su6QGlZRFhI/AAAAAAAABnU/Ul0qTC0GZiE/s72-c/1817391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-7746979234685977319</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 07:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T15:24:23.647+08:00</atom:updated><title>I Hate Frogs!!!!</title><description>Before I go on, this is not the blogger &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://fablefrog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fawg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.... It is the original real frog I'm talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen any frogs in real life before?? If you are from the city, probably the chances of seeing them are low because there aren't many jungles or forest habitat around for them... Well but for me its different case, here we have frogs and all kinds of insects everywhere, train worm,  giant spiders, giant centipede, snake, giant lizard, owl, you name it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really give a dam about them until recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Su0zUk8ri9I/AAAAAAAABnE/P2_XrEas9KQ/s1600-h/trotrfrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Su0zUk8ri9I/AAAAAAAABnE/P2_XrEas9KQ/s320/trotrfrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399027956895681490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the weather rains at night, and the chilling wind blows... I'll be standing outside for a while to catch the comfortable weather with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cigg&lt;/span&gt; on my hand before I head to bed, usually that would be around midnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when disaster comes... All these frogs would appear out of nowhere, from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;longkang&lt;/span&gt; or the field and croak together!!! Oh my god they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; so LOUD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EUNNNNN&lt;/span&gt;*** ***&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OUUUNNNN&lt;/span&gt;***  Hundreds of frog croaking together at the same time creating an opera in the middle of the night... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; when I go to bed, I have to shut my ears, and every 2 hours interval they'll wake me up again... No peace at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Su0zUYXOI4I/AAAAAAAABm8/w0rH9mFrooM/s1600-h/a07ho2vu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Su0zUYXOI4I/AAAAAAAABm8/w0rH9mFrooM/s320/a07ho2vu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399027953517339522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went and search why the hell does a frog croaks, it says here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In most frog species only the males croak. They croak to attract female frogs for breeding, and to warn away other male frogs from their territory. Female frogs think croaking is very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many kinds of frogs puff themselves up enormously with air when they croak. This amplifies the sounds made by the frog's vocal chords, kind of like how the stretched membrane of a drum works. This is why a little critter like a frog can make such loud noises!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croaking is very sexy huh?? Sounds like a nightmare to me, it only happens during night and when the ground is wet... I already have a few sleepless night thanks to them... My friend even gave these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;croakings&lt;/span&gt; a nickname, he call it "Frog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Remp&lt;/span&gt;-It"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, somebody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;helpp&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-7746979234685977319?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-frogs.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Su0zUk8ri9I/AAAAAAAABnE/P2_XrEas9KQ/s72-c/trotrfrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-5428637216192250834</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 06:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T15:02:50.540+08:00</atom:updated><title>Seeking Attention Again??</title><description>Our beloved Malaysia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NameWee&lt;/span&gt; is definitely an attention seeker, that's the best way to describe him... After his very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NegaraKuKu&lt;/span&gt;, then he became ambassador for a couple of Chinese games, follow by the 1 Malaysia 15 videos Project (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Potong&lt;/span&gt; Saga)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now his latest video post, which has stirred up quite a bit of commotion ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hAHQGvFqcSE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hAHQGvFqcSE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of a Electric Breakdown, he went all the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TNB&lt;/span&gt; and make a big fuss about it...  Not only thrashing those workers but there's Racism in it as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this video, I'm not saying it's all his fault, but doing all those act will make him a very dangerous person in days to come.... Who knows one day his acts are gonna break the patience limit of them get beaten up by those people out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try watching the video, it's English subbed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;somemore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... I got a little amazed in the last 40 seconds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : He has a blog too...  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.namewee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NameWee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend readers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-5428637216192250834?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/seeking-attention-again.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-7588812800334239786</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T14:11:29.169+08:00</atom:updated><title>HongKong's Best Action Movie..</title><description>Actions Movies are one of my favourites whether it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KungFu&lt;/span&gt; (Flash Point) or Graphically made (Transformers)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like title mentioned, I've watch numerous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HongKong's&lt;/span&gt; action movie and all these while non can compare with this show... The Storm Riders, acted by Aaron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kwok&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt; bu ah ), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Eken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This version was released on screen in cinemas 9 years back... There is another version of Storm Riders too but that is drama version..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuktpmU-nEI/AAAAAAAABm0/FZXutp-C1xM/s1600-h/thestormriders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuktpmU-nEI/AAAAAAAABm0/FZXutp-C1xM/s320/thestormriders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397895821066673218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching when it first released, then I watched it over and over again because it is just so dam good... Knowing that 9 years ago those graphic effects weren't that good, but they made it really well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've heard about the making of Storm Riders 2, which was scheduled to release ten years later, meaning it's about time... But when I last saw there was an &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;animated&lt;/span&gt;  version of Storm Rider 2 voiced by Lam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fung&lt;/span&gt; (The Drama Actor)... I'm so dam disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuktpYjbUnI/AAAAAAAABms/PrMNRXixkS8/s1600-h/storm-riders-2-movie3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuktpYjbUnI/AAAAAAAABms/PrMNRXixkS8/s320/storm-riders-2-movie3b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397895817369178738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my friend told me again, that Storm Riders 2 which is going to release 10 years later actually changed name, called The Storm Warriors....   I didn't believe until I actually googled it, starring Aaron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kwok&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Eken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; too, and some new characters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie will be release on December...   Have a look at the trailer below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Storm Riders fan out there.. Enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sukto7EfGlI/AAAAAAAABmk/zT2I-9eMJ0U/s1600-h/6_storm_warriors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/Sukto7EfGlI/AAAAAAAABmk/zT2I-9eMJ0U/s320/6_storm_warriors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397895809454774866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CiCCJozHB5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CiCCJozHB5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-7588812800334239786?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/hongkongs-best-action-movie.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuktpmU-nEI/AAAAAAAABm0/FZXutp-C1xM/s72-c/thestormriders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-4371064037207621609</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 23:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T10:38:01.023+08:00</atom:updated><title>IC renewal.....</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SueBBO_pBsI/AAAAAAAABmc/_Vj5x6ePqhI/s1600-h/8459190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SueBBO_pBsI/AAAAAAAABmc/_Vj5x6ePqhI/s320/8459190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397424536631707330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very old Identity certificate of Malaysia before they come out with the new card call MyCard... I have this once when I was 12 years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 13, I've lost my wallet along with my Ic... When I replaced a new one, they already implemented the new card and doesn't make old ones anymore...  And since that one time experience, I've been very careful with my wallet to make sure I don't drop my wallet or kena pick-pocket anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been carrying this card for almost 8 years now, the card is pretty much old and damaged until most of the card readers were unable to detect my card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SueBAwp8LUI/AAAAAAAABmU/z2mSstfgIG0/s1600-h/DSC05715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SueBAwp8LUI/AAAAAAAABmU/z2mSstfgIG0/s320/DSC05715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397424528487624002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look like the boy in this pic anymore.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a Malaysian citizen must renew their IC again when they reach 18 or 21 years old, if not you will get saman when a police checks it (Ini IC siapa ni, adik you ke??)... Isit true??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just so troublesome..... Can't imagine the procedure and time I'm gonna spend there...at the Jabatan there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  : Now I finally know the advantage of putting 2-3 replies in one comment instead of putting all replies into one.. Cause I don remove everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-4371064037207621609?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/ic-renewal.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SueBBO_pBsI/AAAAAAAABmc/_Vj5x6ePqhI/s72-c/8459190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-6232781671283068076</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 09:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T18:09:35.639+08:00</atom:updated><title>Make A Wish</title><description>Close your eyes, put your hands together and make a wish.. At least that's what I'm told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; when I blow my candles. Deep down I know this is just some kind of fairy tale, but it gives me a complete feeling whenever I make one.. It's like a kick  start of the year for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually there are 3 ways a person restarts his yearly dairy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) New Year&lt;br /&gt;ii) Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;iii) Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one is your annual check point?? For me it's the third pick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuVqjCgkgWI/AAAAAAAABmM/st1ilx-7Ikk/s1600-h/2005-10-24-make-a-wish-dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuVqjCgkgWI/AAAAAAAABmM/st1ilx-7Ikk/s320/2005-10-24-make-a-wish-dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396836878674854242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many celebrations I get in a year marks how successful I am in my socializing skills, I can only put it this way... I don't mind not getting any celebration, if I do I'm happy cause I get the trust and respect from my friends.. Still, by the end of the day I'll definitely be at home, with my mom and sis.. A small cake and my favourite food (Pizza)is enough to make me the happiest person on earth, and that's how I mark the end and the beginning of my year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally by now I would be sitting at home, anticipating dinner time to arrive.. Instead now I'm sitting here writing this entry, anticipating my senseless test to arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuVqi2ICJCI/AAAAAAAABmE/MUwTjnHv5YU/s1600-h/boy-praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuVqi2ICJCI/AAAAAAAABmE/MUwTjnHv5YU/s320/boy-praying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396836875350713378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their first time.. And I guess this will be the first time for me not blowing a cake with my mom... In whatever way you look at me, I'm still a mama's boy too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; I wrote this few days ago "Crowded Surroundings, Emptiness Within", this is what I'm trying to say... I may have many wishes, but at the end of the day, I still got nothing, no precious memory to craft on my brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm given a chance to make a wish, I only wished to see those I cared, spend a moment with them and craft a smile on their faces....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-6232781671283068076?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-wish.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuVqjCgkgWI/AAAAAAAABmM/st1ilx-7Ikk/s72-c/2005-10-24-make-a-wish-dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-5664097023868623296</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 07:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-25T15:58:31.131+08:00</atom:updated><title>No more Twinks...</title><description>In the past, I always mentioned about my liking for young boys (around 18 years old), in other word, they are called Twinks or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Underaged&lt;/span&gt; boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months ago I did 2 post with title "&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/03/ideal-bf-part-1.html"&gt;Ideal BF&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/03/ideal-bf-part-2.html"&gt;Ideal BF 2&lt;/a&gt;" , at that time I was very new in this gay circle and all I knew were those mixed crush feelings...  Most of my time spent were with younger boys, since then after I did that 2 post, I decide to come out and explore more on the older guys' side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 6 months now, not to say I've completely cut down my desire on young boys..  But I get to know more on both sides, what they think and how they act..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuP50cRtshI/AAAAAAAABl8/8XHBr-zcuiE/s1600-h/20081224183046148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuP50cRtshI/AAAAAAAABl8/8XHBr-zcuiE/s320/20081224183046148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396431457858990610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PLUs&lt;/span&gt; who are older than me, I always ask them this question... "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you prefer guys older or younger than you&lt;/span&gt;??"  Well, most of them say younger... Then I'll ask another one  "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow, that's great, so what do you think of me?? If there's a chance will you date me??&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer I get is, "Of course"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the scenario above, I always wonder in my mind. Let's say the guy in the conversation above is 27 years old and I'm 21... OK he likes younger guys, and if I revert 6 years back, he will be 21 and I'll be 15... At that time I'm underage and very problematic, so what is his preference during the age of 21?? Twink or Older guys??    (Get what I mean??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These cases only apply to those who discovered themselves during early age..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuP50H6GbAI/AAAAAAAABl0/s85RuQudYcQ/s1600-h/2009122141516127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuP50H6GbAI/AAAAAAAABl0/s85RuQudYcQ/s320/2009122141516127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396431452391238658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a twink is dangerous, because that's where they experience puppy love and you can never expect much from them... If I really decide to go for Twink, it has to be 6 years from now,  I'm 27 and he's 21... Just like the scenario I mentioned above....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's the answer for my older friend, cause I didn't asked him detail on this matter... But for now , finding an older guy will be the current "option"  I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it comes down to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bottomline&lt;/span&gt; and I should ask myself this question... "Am I ready Yet??"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-5664097023868623296?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-more-twinks.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuP50cRtshI/AAAAAAAABl8/8XHBr-zcuiE/s72-c/20081224183046148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-1638320888279240939</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T13:04:06.049+08:00</atom:updated><title>Classic Game Hunt!!</title><description>Yesterday was one of the busiest day I had in this entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;, everything is almost on the deadline but so many parts were incomplete yet. Had to rush the whole day with my girl-friends until we don't even have time for meals...  Well, all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rushings&lt;/span&gt;, it's over now at least... **Relieved**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously wonder what will happen if I didn't insist to courier my bike down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ShitHole&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rushings&lt;/span&gt;, decide to give myself a small break... While having dinner with my friends last night, we suddenly talked about some of the very very classic games that we used to play before the era of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PlayStations&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this looks familiar to you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuKBfMfzdlI/AAAAAAAABlk/Ny6rQVlPCTI/s1600-h/CONTRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuKBfMfzdlI/AAAAAAAABlk/Ny6rQVlPCTI/s320/CONTRA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396017676473824850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a crazy gamer, know it since the age of 8... At that time, I'm already playing games like Mario, Ninja Turtle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bomberman&lt;/span&gt; and you name it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;....  And because I'm so obsessed into all these until I need to be constantly reminded to go eat, shower and sleep.... Else my eyes would be on the TV whole day... Funny moment is when I ignore my mom or my grandma, they got so tired of calling and ended up feeding me while I'm playing LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we decide to google it and good news is, It is available in PC!!!!  All I need is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NES&lt;/span&gt; emulator (4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mb&lt;/span&gt;) and the game file which is less than 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mb&lt;/span&gt; each, I can enjoy all those old games again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuKBe9r4VFI/AAAAAAAABlc/2CEk3-R9YQg/s1600-h/play-super-mario-bros-on-firefox-using-firenes-extension.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuKBe9r4VFI/AAAAAAAABlc/2CEk3-R9YQg/s320/play-super-mario-bros-on-firefox-using-firenes-extension.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396017672497943634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the old games are irreplaceable, they are simple, easy and fun to play, especially when you are playing 2 players mode....  We share &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of laughter together, of course it won't be an addiction, it's just some entertainment to release stress, you guys can try it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To download the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;NES&lt;/span&gt; file, visit &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://romhustler.net/roms/nes"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ROMHustler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; site, and for more fun and interesting classic games. You can search them in &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.brothersoft.com/games/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BrotherSoft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be that's all for today, signing out. JerryKiat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuKCp44Yd6I/AAAAAAAABls/jeey9fYERbE/s1600-h/Battle+City.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuKCp44Yd6I/AAAAAAAABls/jeey9fYERbE/s320/Battle+City.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396018959698392994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-1638320888279240939?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/classic-game-hunt.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/SuKBfMfzdlI/AAAAAAAABlk/Ny6rQVlPCTI/s72-c/CONTRA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501011525698790479.post-877676910709348790</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T12:59:24.783+08:00</atom:updated><title>Wack = Love  , Anger = Care ??</title><description>Back then when I was primary school, we still have public caning in class, the bigger the cane is the more famous the teacher gets... I hate it especially when those teacher used to say "We teachers cane you because we love you" (Because its a double edged thingy), OH I SEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;, that age is over now, and I never agreed to it NEVER... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whacking&lt;/span&gt;/Caning is not the solution!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/St_fwy__I2I/AAAAAAAABlM/FDsNxCda_YA/s1600-h/caning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395276908030010210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/St_fwy__I2I/AAAAAAAABlM/FDsNxCda_YA/s320/caning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/St_fwv2hfJI/AAAAAAAABlE/tM5680PneXU/s1600-h/ist2_5012363_angry_boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow if you say showing Anger or expressing your nasty little emotions towards others, that means you actually care for them... I have no choice but to agree on this because when a person doesn't care, they won't even bother to waste their saliva on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life people might have told you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stuffs, but all those won't get into your ears, until you experience it at some point in life, then it will ring-a-bell in your head... I've watched this series last month "KO &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sanguo&lt;/span&gt;", and in one of the episodes (Episode 20++) the girl said, "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At some point of a relationship, when a person doesn't know how to express his own emotion to tell you how he/she feels, showing anger is one of the best way to show it, that shows how much he/she care about you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it only apply to some situations I guess, not all... Like if suddenly a stranger suddenly come to you and scold you, that's not care.. That's an insult.... You have to decide it yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/St_gDnzu9JI/AAAAAAAABlU/rMX7MLs4l9Y/s1600-h/U2599P28T3D2358676F326DT20090201102332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395277231443342482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/St_gDnzu9JI/AAAAAAAABlU/rMX7MLs4l9Y/s320/U2599P28T3D2358676F326DT20090201102332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy for me to listen to other's anger without triggering mine as well cause I'm a short tempered guy... I choose to respect, but I can choose not to respect too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from time to time, I'm learning on how to control them...Dare not say I'm improving, but at least I'm learning...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Question for today is, do you show to a person on how much you cared by expressing your Anger towards him/her??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8501011525698790479-877676910709348790?l=jerrykiat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jerrykiat.blogspot.com/2009/10/wack-love-anger-care.html</link><author>jerry19881987@hotmail.com (Jerry)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnUoMIYUQ9I/St_fwy__I2I/AAAAAAAABlM/FDsNxCda_YA/s72-c/caning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item></channel></rss>