<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539</id><updated>2011-08-26T00:04:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Sweat The Small Stuff . . .</title><subtitle type='html'>A little taste of insanely random stuff... Hey man, don't sweat the small stuff...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-506937428252855188</id><published>2010-11-23T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:59:12.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone lift these weights off my shoulders!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to the gym today, and I have to say it feels good to be back =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, it also gave me a chance to see just how out of shape I am. Bulging stomach and all. Sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Curse you Uncle Sloccum, having concocted the recipe for Gardenia and thus fooling me into believing it was would sustain me during exam times without me gaining much weight. Then someone told me bread makes you fat. Oh, thank you so much for telling me that now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anywho, gonna hit the gym hard this holiday. Hopefully, there'll be some noticeable changes by next year. Fingers crossed ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-506937428252855188?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/506937428252855188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=506937428252855188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/506937428252855188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/506937428252855188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2010/11/someone-lift-these-weights-off-my.html' title='Someone lift these weights off my shoulders!!!'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-4610420975075915638</id><published>2010-11-22T17:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:51:51.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot has happened in the past year. When I look back now at all the decisions I made, everything seems to make sense. Of course, at the time I was just gong with the flow and never really thought about "My Future".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be honest. I didn't grow up dreaming of becoming a dentist. It was never the natural thing to do, never an ultimate goal I wanted to attain, not even a second choice. What I wanted to be was an engineer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was always interested in environmental problems. I saw it as the worst social issue to ever plague humanity. The challenges and radical changes we desperately needed to make always fascinated me. We're talking about a completely new way of living, of eating, of thinking. It is a problem of biblical proportions, affecting every man, woman and child on Earth. That was the thing that interested me the most. Being able to serve society by extending the lifespan of an entire race, species even. That was my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was more than 1 year ago. What bridged the transition from Engineering to Dentistry, was just a matter of timing and circumstance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After my A-Levels, it was high time I chose a career path. Most of my family have engineering backgrounds and my uncle has a factory back in Kampar. So, the logical choice at the time was to study Engineering and so a stint in Kampar before venturing out on my own. However, I wasn't interested in the 'old school' engineering courses like Civil or Mechanical. Environmental Engineering was an up and coming course that suited my interests at the time. I applied to 5 of the G8 Universities in Australia and got accepted to all of them. I was thrilled and was looking forward to a new chapter in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then my dad put his foot down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He wanted me to join my brother in London. He didn't accept the idea of me studying in Australia. He couldn't (he's kinda old fashioned, and has dictatorship tendencies). With my average results, I found it very demoralizing and humiliating when I did research on the requirements for London universities:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Grades AAB. Grades AAA. At least grade A in Chemistry (which I had) and Maths (which I didn't).'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dark days man, dark days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To meet the requirements, I decided to take AS-Biology. Having been idle for 6 months, I found quite refreshing to be studying for an exam again. My tutor said that if I wanted an 'A', I'd have to work very hard. I think that was the time I realized the true meaning of being prepared. It changed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, Dentistry came into the mix. My dad always thought I was good with children and suggested I become a doctor. Well, when I say suggest I mean he pushed me into considering it. I knew the road to becoming a doctor was long and arduous and I was adamant that I didn't have the constitution to persevere. However, as time wore on, I must say the idea of being called 'Doctor' really appealed to my ego. So, I made a compromise. I went for Dentistry, and that was that. I sold out my dreams of helping humanity for a cushy title and a seemingly easy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the time, after I had made a rash change of career paths, IMU was the only option I had. I remember having to explain to my friends that no, i was no longer pursuing Engineering but had grown to like Dentistry more. Sometimes I thought that maybe I was just kidding myself and it was just a matter of time before they kicked me out of Dental School. I really didn't think I had the makings of a med student. Still, I applied to IMU and went for the interview. I told myself if they didn't accept me, then it was a sign that I wasn't meant to be a dentist. But if I somehow got into Dentistry, I promised myself I wouldn't leave without a fight. Gone would be the days of wild abandon. This would determine my future, and I wanted to enjoy that future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the call finally came when I was vacationing with my family in London, just 1 week before the course was scheduled to begin, just when I was about to give up and resuscitate my dreams of being Environmental Engineer Extraordinaire. I was accepted into Dentistry. All that waiting, the anxiety, the disappointment. It was overwhelming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The search was finally over =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, when I look back to that frosty London morning, I can say it was the best thing to happen to me. It gave me a sense of purpose, a goal in life. It didn't matter whether it worked out in the end, as long as I gave it my all and my very best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've learnt a lot from my first year at IMU. Most importantly, I learned that I'm far more capable than I imagined, it was just a matter of tapping into the resources given to me. In short, I've never been happier in my life and I've found a purpose in living: To be the best dentist I can ever be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-4610420975075915638?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/4610420975075915638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=4610420975075915638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/4610420975075915638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/4610420975075915638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-life-so-far.html' title='My life, so far'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-7847073847742742337</id><published>2010-11-22T17:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:33:48.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;30/10/2009. Jeez, that's like more than a year. My poor blog, relegated to rot in the vast sea of defunct blogs buried around the Internets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I'm losing my touch at coming up with random shit to write about. Oh wells, think its time to make a few changes to my future posts. From now on, it will be mostly about my life as a Dental student in IMU. There'll still be the occasional rant about stupid shit that happens to me on a daily basis (I dunno, seems like assholes are always lurking around and coming up with new ways to piss me off) but maybe a little less. Okay, maybe it might just return to its current state after 2 posts 'cause I'm really itching to write about my life for the past year but never really got the time to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To anyone reading this, you have just witnessed the re-birth of arthurthur.blogspot.com. Words, don't fail me now =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-7847073847742742337?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/7847073847742742337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=7847073847742742337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/7847073847742742337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/7847073847742742337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2010/11/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-938922372785355843</id><published>2009-11-02T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:46:36.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever seen something so ridiculous, so stupid, so absurd that all you can say is 'WTF?'. Oh man, these things happen all the time to me, too often. I don't know why I always seem to catch people in their WTF Moments. Todays WTF Moment : Toto (incl. 88, STC etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I'm not going to be talking about WHY people buy Toto 'cause we all know that'll remain the greatest mystery of the civilized world. It's the people who buy Toto that are my main concern. I mean, its okay if you're an uncle and like to spend/waste/burn RM5 once a week. But when you see mothers and fathers bringing their children along to buy Toto, there's something wrong with that scene. Something very wrong. I heard this little girl, about 6 or 7 years old, yelling out numbers for her dad to bet on. "Daddy, daddy. Buy 11, 27, 14 and 4, ok?" (in Hakka, and no, I am not making this up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WTF??!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it just me or are parents getting dumber and dumber-er? I have nothing against people having a little faith (a little too much, if you ask me)  and trying their luck. I mean seriously, how does it reflect on your parenting skills when you've resorted to seeking advice from your child. Honestly, the standard of parenting has really gone down. You see these parents, barely out of high school, TRYING to bring up 3 children. Three!!! It comes to the point where its just selfish for them to have children. You KNOW they have no future, not that I'm being an asshole or anything, but you can definitely tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, that's my WTF Moment for today. Probably post something on teenage parents some other time. I know we're all thinking the same thing: There should be a law against these people from having children or even intercourse for that matter. Please don't ask your children to come up with numbers for you, its just plain embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-938922372785355843?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/938922372785355843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=938922372785355843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/938922372785355843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/938922372785355843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2009/11/wtf-moments.html' title='WTF Moments'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-893906862750865764</id><published>2009-10-30T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:52:21.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vege-meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know my earlier post was kinda WTF for a new post after such a long hiatus. After reading it again this morning I realized how pointless that post was and I don't know why on Earth I posted it. Anyways, screw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to my usual rants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vegetarian food prepared in a manner so that they resemble or imitate meat in taste and appearance has managed to annoy me lately. Yes, you see them on menus at vegan restaurants, in the freezers of supermarkets and on cooking shows. Fried tofu made to look and taste like fried fish, mushrooms &lt;i&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;鮑魚菇 especially!!)&lt;/i&gt; fried and seasoned to taste like meat and the ultimate vege-meat impostor : Dried tofu 'roast duck'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What the eff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, I get why people would go vegan and I have nothing against vegetarians. I just don't get why some people can't just eat vegetables the way they are, instead of this meat-like vegetarian meat substitute. That's fucked up right there. Don't agree? Try saying this phrase again, slowly : meat-like vegetarian meat substitute. I don't even understand what that means...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But they exist! They taste like meat (well, not really), feel like meat (not exactly either) and look like meat (way off, they usually look too burnt or too pathetic and don't resemble meat at all). I guess what I'm trying to say is, they market them as vegetarian meat, but it doesn't look, taste or feel like meat in any way. So what exactly is the point of going through so much trouble? Surely it would be much healthier to eat vegetables that look, taste and feel like vegetables? You can be much more honest with yourself as well, no more trying to trick your brain into thinking that piece of dried bean curd was a steak. Honestly, sometimes people just get stupid ideas. Like the Laser disc, or Nazism. Now, vege-meat. Fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please!! Don't torture our vegetables!! Stop exploiting the poor bean curds and tofu's of the world!! Eat them the way they're supposed to taste: bland, soft and most importantly- with that weird, legume-y taste!! If you can't even accept that, then you're better off being a meat-eater you cowardly animal killer, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-893906862750865764?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/893906862750865764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=893906862750865764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/893906862750865764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/893906862750865764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2009/10/vege-meat.html' title='Vege-meat'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-8091055036742281202</id><published>2009-10-29T20:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:18:16.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Really Want to Know What I Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, made it a point to create a new post. I'm surprised they haven't cancelled my account yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, what I'm about to discuss is a topic some might think sensitive and possibly racist. I want to stress the fact that these are opinions based on my &lt;i&gt;observations, knowledge &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;personal&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;values ONLY.&lt;/i&gt; I would also recommend that the comments (if any, don't want to be perasan =P) be kept kosher and sterile, like operating theatre sterile. I would also like to say, due to the subject matter, there will be no profanity, sarcasm or fun-making. Sorry to disappoint, I know this is not my usual fare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I got an SMS from my service provider, Maxis. I deleted the message shortly after but it has been bugging me for a while now. In essence, Maxis was doing a survey in conjunction with the recently announced national unity slogan of our esteemed Prime Minister, Datuk Seri Najib &lt;i&gt;(I'm not familiar with his last name, so I guess this would have to do) &lt;/i&gt;: Satu Malaysia or One Malaysia. I was given the opportunity to express my opinion on how this slogan could be realistically implemented in Malaysian society, me of all people! I was seriously considering replying the text message. However, boys and girls, once something is in writing, you cannot escape responsibility NO MATTER how you try to spin it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, does that mean we should keep quiet just to avoid the repercussions, if any, of our actions? The truth is not always pleasant, and telling it is not always the easiest thing to do. I think the first step to national, social and even racial unity is the abolishment of the &lt;i&gt;hak istimewa &lt;/i&gt;awarded to bumiputra's. I mean, its called survival of the fittest for a reason. Evolution made sure every species fought for its right to live and survive. It didn't make any exceptions for anyone. Giving special privileges to a certain group of people is going to cause problems. First off, humans are jealous in nature, even the goody-est of the goody two shoes. I know the current situation isn't like Apartheid or anything like that, but it still causes rifts between the bumiputra's and non-bumiputra's. That, from a developing country's point of view, is never worth sacrificing unity for. Malaysians should be working together to accomplish a single and shared goal and not be divided by this issue. A compromise resulting in equal rights for ALL MALAYSIANS would be a great leap forward in realizing &lt;i&gt;Satu Malaysia&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next thing that has to go is the Internal Security Act (ISA). It was implemented by the British, our colonial rulers to counter the Communist insurgency post-WWII. Essentially, it dictates that the government has the right to detain anyone without the need for trial in certain defined circumstances. Malaysia is one of the few countries in the world whose &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Constitution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; allows&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;preventive detention DURING PEACETIME&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;without safeguards that elsewhere are understood to be basic requirements for protecting  &lt;i&gt;fundamental human rights&lt;/i&gt;. Since there isn't a war going on and the Iron Curtain collapsed decades ago, how's about abolishing this redundant policy eh? Ever since the Communists gave up, the ISA has been used by the country's upper echelons to silence and control citizens who voice out their opinions a bit too loudly. I'm sure we've all heard stories about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, by securing equal rights for every Malaysian, there will be no debate about the abilities and performance of the bumiputras. By letting them compete fairly with everyone else, their accomplishments won't be dismissed as a lesser form by the other non-bumiputra minorities and the country will be able to move forward the way it should : Deserving individuals getting the best their country has to offer. It certainly provides an incentive to all Malaysians to perform better and achieve more in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I get ISA-ed, I would like to commend the Federal Government for finally recognizing the 16th of September as Malaysia Day starting from 2010. It means a lot to us Sabahan's and Sarawakian's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every country has its problems. Shouldn't they be dealt head on? Peace and unity people, that's all that really matters. If we can't even get along with each other, forget building a functioning society or prosperous nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 72px; text-indent: -72px; line-height: 19px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 72px; text-indent: -72px; line-height: 19px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-8091055036742281202?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/8091055036742281202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=8091055036742281202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/8091055036742281202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/8091055036742281202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-dont-really-want-to-know-what-i.html' title='You Don&apos;t Really Want to Know What I Think'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-234772662396852523</id><published>2009-04-21T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:31:16.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Hell</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered what driving hell would be like? Well wonder no more and come on down to Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia. Warning, driving around here may cause: high blood pressure, sudden cursing, severe cursing, continuos cursing (a string of 4 or more), cursing in foreign languages, cursing in mixed languages, rage, sexism, racism, boredom and my personal favorite, excessive and continuos cursing in 2 or more languages. Here is my Top 10 list on KK drivers/driving:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cars that have uselessly loud exhausts pulling away at the lights.  BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *whine* OOOOOOMMMMMMMMM. Nice going jackass, you've managed to roll it like 3 feet. A-m-a-z-i-n-g.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ever present tudung lady/girl who somehow knows just how to piss you off. She's great at braking when the lights are green, signaling for ages but can't seem to summon the courage to change lanes, starting to brake 2 miles from the traffic lights/roundabout/junction, takes &gt;2s to realize the lights have turned green and the ultimate stereotypical tudung-er: driving in the fast lane at 40km/h. Great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tailgaters. I'm driving a Land Cruiser, and this dipshit with his souped up Kancil goes all Michael Schumacher on my ass. Imagine a tiny little mosquito chasing after an elephant's behind. Must be one retarded mosquito.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Motorcycles. I know, some people can't afford cars. But do motorcyclists have to be so damned annoying? I mean, you're basically holding on to a metal coffin, with the 'you' part on the outside. You'd think they'd be extra careful right? Wrong. Apparently, less weight + shit for brains = There's no other way to put it - Fucked up driving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Potholes and layer upon layer of lame attempts to fill out the holes. Who needs chiropractors when you can have your spine adjusted F.O.C. Please note that results may vary depending on speed, make of car and length of road. Side effects include distorted spines, crushed testicles and numb buttocks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Sports cars'. You can always spot one right off the bat. They'd stick ridiculous vinyls like kancilracing.com.my or myvicarclub.com. Large spoilers, outrageous bodykits and ghastly paintjobs. Driver is usually a wanker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assholes who suddenly cut you off before the lights and you end up not making it. Need I say more.. Utter Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A phenomenon I like to call 'WTF?!'. E.g., a road with 2 lanes leading in the same direction. One is piled with cars, the next lane is empty. 'WTF?!'. Drivers who immediately cut into the fast lane from a junction. Mega 'WTF?!' + prolonged honking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pedestrians, encompassing but not limited to: Pedestrians who cross the road 10 feet from a overpass bridge, think they own the road, think they're made of metal/indestructible, walk like they're shopping around for segments of road, cross just when you think they won't, compose text messages while crossing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drivers who talk on the phone/text message on the road. I saved this for last because unfortunately I sometimes fall into this category. Please don't do it kids, its really very dangerous if you're a retard or just suck in every way at driving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving should be pleasurable, a convenience. Why does it need to be Hell on Earth? WTF indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-234772662396852523?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/234772662396852523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=234772662396852523' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/234772662396852523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/234772662396852523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2009/04/driving-hell.html' title='Driving Hell'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-5863845179489837884</id><published>2009-04-18T18:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:40:40.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so the Earth has been here for like 4.5 billion years. Life started to appear about a billion years later. The dinosaurs came and went. Tectonic shifts and massive earthquakes shaped the continents and formed oceans. Throughout all the turmoil and natural disasters, life on Earth was put to the test. Survival of the fittest. Evolve, or die. Scientist's hypothesize that of all the species of animals present on Earth today, they are collectively only 0.05% of the species that existed 3.5 billion years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's my gripe, why the hell did the stupid, puny and annoying mosquito survive? God is a funny guy. Ha-ha, very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're sleeping. You finally get yourself into a comfortable position. Just when you're about to fall asleep, the sneaky bastards unleash all sorts of hell. The irritating buzz, false landings on your skin (forcing yourself to take the bait and smack yourself) and 'love bites' they leave after the free buffet. When you finally can't take it anymore and whip out the Ridsect Goodnight, you're wide awake and out for revenge. Filling the room with aerosol spray, you shout "Die f*ckers!! Dieeeeeee!!!". In the end, you realize that it was only one measly mosquito that provoked WW3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what exactly IS the purpose of the mosquito in nature? Bees pollinate flowers so we can have food all year round, what has the mosquito ever done besides being useless? (You can't even eat them!) Here's the description for the mosquito on Wikipedia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"The females of most mosquito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Species" title="Species" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;species&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; suck blood (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hematophagy" title="Hematophagy" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;hematophagy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) from other animals, which has made them the deadliest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vector_(biology)" title="Vector (biology)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;disease vector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; known, killing millions of people over thousands of years and continuing to kill millions per year by the spread of infectious diseases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;There you have it. It's a remorseless, purpose built killer to keep the human population in check. Oh thank you, thank you so much. Like we don't have enough diseases going around, you have to just go on and accelerate the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SenF6eY10nI/AAAAAAAAACc/RbvsB_fIX6c/s1600-h/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SenF6eY10nI/AAAAAAAAACc/RbvsB_fIX6c/s320/DSC01334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326005642722660978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Smack*- Result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even if mosquitos died out eons ago, would it really make a difference today? I say screw 'em. Good riddance. Hooray for sound and undisturbed sleep the world over. Then again, when you really think about it, 3 billion years of random but controlled evolution produced the mosquito, enabling it to disturb and annoy your slumber millions of years later. Instantly, you realize you're part of history. Yet you know your life is not significant enough to write a book about, so you blog. Sad isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-5863845179489837884?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/5863845179489837884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=5863845179489837884' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/5863845179489837884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/5863845179489837884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2009/04/chaos-theory.html' title='Chaos Theory'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SenF6eY10nI/AAAAAAAAACc/RbvsB_fIX6c/s72-c/DSC01334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-7751332822308087544</id><published>2008-11-27T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:59:14.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From The Dead</title><content type='html'>Yay, I finally finished my A-levels!!! Ok, to be honest, they actually ended a week ago. So, having so much free time right now, I decided to revive my dormant blog. Yes, that's right. Be prepared to be barraged with useless and utterly pointless crap.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to get the ball rolling, here's something really interesting, something you'll never know until you experience it yourself. My MacBook died. Yeap, it just refused to load the login screen. It was much happier to display a grey screen and process God knows what (you haven't even started up you bastard!) then restart itself. This coming from a supposedly unbreakable computer. Plus, it was barely 2 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I got it fixed and its back to being awesome. Apparently it was a software problem and it had to be archived and reformatted. Quick fix. The really scary it was when you have not much experience with Mac OS and it goes ballistic. Where do I even start? Thank God for geeks, they're a life-saver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's all for now and remember to treat your geeks right. They just might save your ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-7751332822308087544?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/7751332822308087544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=7751332822308087544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/7751332822308087544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/7751332822308087544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-dead.html' title='Back From The Dead'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-8562617761524535307</id><published>2008-09-23T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:40:52.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sure all you have had ulcers before, you know, the kind that forms in your mouth and hurts like hell every time you touch it. Problem is, it's impossible not to touch it 'cause it comes in constant contact with your teeth. It even hurts when you 'detach' it from your teeth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got an ulcer, on my throat..... God help me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the thing you do when you've got an ulcer? The thing where you try to chew using one side to avoid the various acids and salts in food from agitating the ulcer? Doesn't work when its on your THROAT!! Even when its thoroughly liquified and gooey, the food still manages to brush past the ulcer like sandpaper on wood. If you're wondering, then YES! IT HURTS!!! LIKE A *beep*beep* in a *beeeeeeeeeeeeeep*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haizzz... Any suggestions on how to get ulcers to heal faster? I tried applying Bonjela to it but its so far in my mouth I always gag when I poke my finger in there. Nearly vomited the last time. Right now, I'm trying out the 'gargle salt water' method. Please! For the love of God! End my sufferings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-8562617761524535307?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/8562617761524535307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=8562617761524535307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/8562617761524535307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/8562617761524535307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sure-all-you-have-had-ulcers-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-8493972965089546872</id><published>2008-09-21T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:16:19.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments, where art Thou??</title><content type='html'>Haizz.... Another boring week... Nth but studying and doing past year papers. Stupid Trials.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I did manage to watch the latest DVD Rip of Iron Man, The Incredible Hulk and Speed Racer. Heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who have yet to watch Iron Man, watch it NOW!!! NOW I TELLS 'YA!! I can barely express how cool this movie is. I always end up in a puddle of my own drool from just thinking about how great it would be if I were Tony Stark. Proves you don't have to fall into a vat of toxic waste to be a superhero, just tons of cash.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hulk on the other hand, not so cool. Here's a guy who turns into a gigantic oaf with a 2 word vocabulary. All he says in the movie besides roaring and growling is "Hulk!" and "Smash!", which is kinda lame when all he CAN do is smash things up. Couldn't he have said 'destroy' instead? It sounds more..... educated. Anyways, it was still entertaining and the plot had more substance than Iron Man to be honest. Most of all, it created a new backstory without having to actually tell you how B. Banner became The Hulk, which as we all know was a freak accident blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speed Racer. I only watched it because I was a big fan of the animated series back when I was little. It felt like watching a 2 hr long cartoon. They worked really hard to retain the 60's feel of the cartoon which was evident from the cars and colorful special effects. The plot was classic Hollywood success story. Boy has amazing talent. Boy manages to show the world how good he is. Boy meets with challenges and roadblocks. Boy triumphs over evil corporation and gets the girl. I could already guess the ending 15 min into the movie, the part when the Racer family was touring the factory. They did manage to put in a few relevant themes like auto racing has become a big advertisement board for corporate sponsors to promote their names.  Then again, this movie is for children and children nowadays only enjoy watching stuff explode.... Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think super hero movies can still capture our interest, what with the advancements in science and technology. I mean we know that with those levels of Gamma radiation, Bruce Banner would have been thoroughly dead before he'd even manage to switch the machine off. And the Iron Man armor, powered by a miniature Arc Reactor? Everyone knows that to produce energy, fuel must be spent and waste products are formed. I din know that "Arc's" could be "Reacted".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, I don't really care. You can't watch these kind of movies thinking all the time, "How does he do that?" or "That's not right!". You watch these movies because they bring out the child in you and spur your imagination. I mean, where would technology be if we had scientists with no imaginations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-8493972965089546872?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/8493972965089546872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=8493972965089546872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/8493972965089546872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/8493972965089546872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/09/comments-where-art-thou.html' title='Comments, where art Thou??'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-2160827280010849009</id><published>2008-09-14T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:21:03.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Apple but hate Steve Jobs</title><content type='html'>So I'm checking my mail and I see a notification from Apple saying that they've come out with the new generations of the iPod Touch and Nano.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? I just got my Touch like, 6 months ago and they've introduced a new one?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I just updated the software to version 2.0 last month for USD 9.99. Now they say you can buy the version 2.1 for, you guessed it, another 9.99 'only'. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that pisses me off is, they release a 'completely new' version, yet they've only added a few new (and honestly, useless) features and changed some buttons, that's all. Why couldn't they have just added it right in the beginning? They keep adding little things to their products and calling them new. So when you've bought the "All New, Right Off The Shelf" iPod, it's already outdated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve Jobs should be crucified. Maybe then we'd be satisfied with the iPod's and Mac's we've already got. Then again, who can resist the allure of a sleek and easy-to-use MP3 player. I certainly can't. He's a smart man Steve. He's targeted our main weakness and used it to market his products : Laziness. Everything Apple is so convenient and stress-free. Everything is just one button away. Like the iPod, all u have to do is tap, tap and tap then you're listening to your favorite song. The scroll (Nano) and touch-screen interface is so easy to use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you seen some of the players out there?? You have to press a a whole bunch of buttons and you still can't find the song you want. No wonder the market is saturated with iPod's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a MacBook recently. Let's see how long it takes for a "new" version to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate Steve Jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-2160827280010849009?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/2160827280010849009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=2160827280010849009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/2160827280010849009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/2160827280010849009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-apple-but-hate-steve-jobs.html' title='I love Apple but hate Steve Jobs'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-9018351901132791220</id><published>2008-09-03T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:04:52.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Back...</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally decided to update my blog. It's been quite while now, loads of stuff have happened during the past months. Right now, I'm gearing up for the dreaded A-Levels. Yup, they're just round the corner and have been haunting my dreams with horrible nightmares about preparing for the wrong exam or forgetting to show up for a exam.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, why update my blog today? Simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone pissed me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drive to school everyday and park my car at the house next to STTSS. I rented a spot, no shade for RM50 a month. Now boys and girls, when you pay for something, you expect everything to be for your convenience, right? I mean, you are paying money so that your car won't kena saman or get scratched. Most important of all, you're paying for peace of mind that your car is safe and will still be there when you get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the retard who pissed me off.  So there I was, looking at my parking spot. Instead of MY car occupying MY space, some inconsiderate piece of shite decided to save himself the trouble of finding his own parking spot and decided to park in MY spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell??!! And, AND!!! This wasn't the first time. In the past 3 months, 3 different people have parked in my parking spot. There are 7 spots there but the witless assholes always seem to like mine best. Why, I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this RAV-4 is in my space. What now? I did whatever an annoyed 19 year old teen driver would do. I blocked the aging Japanese "Round About Vehicle". I thought I'd teach the driver a lesson. Of all the available spaces, you just had to choose mine, didn't you? Well, I'm probably the only driver in the parking lot capable of such 'soi-ness', so too bad princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, I was kinda looking forward to seeing some guy waiting alongside his RAV-4 that was blocked, pacing up and down, calling his parents frantically, explaining why wasn't he home to do whatever it is that idiots do. Upon arriving at the parking lot, I saw no one. I thought he (a) got tired of waiting and stormed off or (b) was too scared to face me, knowing the 'reward' he'd get. So, I decided to let it slide. It was the first time the RAV-4 had parked in my spot anyways. We'll see what happens tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait! Just as I was about to leave the place, 2 girls started walking in AND towards the RAV-4! 'Okay,' I thought to myself, 'if that RAV-4 belongs to one of them, she's gonna get it'.  I was observing them from my car, sunglasses on and the windows down, waiting for the lights on the RAV-4 to blink. I think they thought I was waiting for them to cross the lot before going off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Excuse me, is this your car?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what that ************* retard replied?? "Yeaaaaaaa", with the elongated 'a's', like she's wondering why would someone ask her that question when she'd so conveniently parked where she wasn't supposed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That did it. I told her that that space was mine. This is how the following conversation went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumb Bitch: Oh, someone parked in my spot today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Then where should I park??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pause. Rendered speechless. Needs to come up with ridiculous answer/excuse*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DB: It was only for today. (The way she said it, it was like she had every right to park there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sensing this was one conversation I'd rather not have with someone of such poor social and cognitive skills, I decided to swallow all the abuses swelled up inside me. So, I said 'Only for today' and drove off, not before I pointed out the lack of an apology from her. (Hope you're proud Dear!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the first words out of her were an apology instead of what she said, I'd be glad to forgive her but tell her not to park in my spot next time. Now, if I ever see her again, I'm definitely 'chot'-ing the shit out of her. You brought it upon yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SA 901 Y. Jaga kau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-9018351901132791220?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/9018351901132791220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=9018351901132791220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/9018351901132791220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/9018351901132791220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-back.html' title='Finally Back...'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-5562536374020047588</id><published>2008-05-30T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:32:38.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Mail</title><content type='html'>You open your e-mail inbox. Your Streamyx is acting up, as usual and so it takes painstakingly long to load the god-damned page. You try to distract yourself from the unresponsive webpage. As the saying goes : "A watched web page never loads".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the screen shows some signs of life. Yes!! The ads have finished loading. You click on a friends name to read the e-mail he sent you. "Fw:Fw: Must Read!!!!". Wow, must be some really important stuff to have 1,2,3,4 - 4 exclamation marks. After yet another agonizing pause, the contents finally finish loading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of some sage advice like "Don't stand under a tree when there is a lightning storm" or "Don't take a phone call when you're charging your mobile phone", the e-mail contained stories of how complete strangers who read this message and deleted it ended up very dead. Apparently, if you didn't forward this e-mail, you'd be killed by a photocopy machine or you'd end up stabbing yourself 17 times before being run over by a car. Then, there's the story of how some lucky bastard actually believed the stories and forwarded the e-mail got rich or got a promotion or married the love of his life. Finally, came the threats and instructions that you must adhere to in order to escape a horrific end. *Yawn* Lame-O....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop sending me chain mail. Your attempts to save your soul from eternal damnation are ultimately futile. Mankind has existed for millions of years, the Internet only caught on in the 90's, go figure. If our fates could be decided by sending an e-mail, we'd all be living the high life, don't you think. Shit, the only poor people in the world would be those who don't know how to use a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think before you send that chain letter on to me, it just might be the last thing you do. Cuz even if it said you were going to live a happy life, it can't stop me from WHOOPING YOUR SORRY ASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate chain mail. May the end of my shoe swiftly meet the squishy behind of those who forward them to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-5562536374020047588?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/5562536374020047588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=5562536374020047588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/5562536374020047588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/5562536374020047588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/05/chain-mail.html' title='Chain Mail'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-3938439615375596078</id><published>2008-05-30T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:14:08.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>I had an epiphany. The worst thing about it was that it happened when I was just about to fall asleep. Ever since, its been bugging me so much I have to type it out and share it with friends and strangers alike. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is on a 1 month trip to KL to get his Visa sorted out and visit some of my relatives. My first thought was, FREEDOM. Finally, I could do what I wanted, drive myself to school and basically think for myself. Gone were the days where I had to wait for my bro to pick me up from school. Admittedly, he wasn't always late, but it really annoyed me when he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As any normal siblings, we'd often have petty squabbles. Sometime they could last for days. I'm not the aggressive type and I'd constantly be at a loss for witty comebacks. Sometimes I would get so pissed off I would vow never to speak to him again. That obviously never worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my realization of Great Truth. I always thought that life after Abiel (my brother) would be really really sweet. No one to criticize me or rat me out. Life, as it were. would be quite enjoyable. However, I found that it was rather lonely without someone bursting into your room or hitting you for no apparent reason. That is when I realized, life from then on would never be the same again. Gone were the days when we could just fool around. We were making the transition into adulthood, and thus the stage was set for the brutal game called Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would ever be the same again. Once we leave our home to pursue our studies overseas, we won't know when we'll be able to meet again. It would be the last time we'd ever feel at home - at home. It's a really complicated feeling you get. You're familiar with your house and you know that this is your house yet you feel kinda detached from it, like you're just some guest in a hotel room you always stay in on business trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's keeping in touch. I know there's Skype and what not but there definitely would be gaps in communications. I wouldn't say we're really close but me and my bro have this kindred understanding to 'chot' the shit out of random people, thus the mutual hatred we share for numerous things. Who knows whether we'd still share that interest 5 years down the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm finally growing up. After all those years as a kid, wishing I could grow up faster, I really wish that I could relive my high school years, especially Senior 1. Somehow, I found that particular year to be a really really good year. I wished I could have known everyone in school better, I wished I could have known my bro better, I wished I could have gotten to know my parents better. All I can pray for is that I can  make-up for all those years taken for granted and get to spend more time with my family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to those who are still in KK, cherish the time you have with your family. Friends are still important, but family comes first. After all, blood is always thicker than water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-3938439615375596078?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/3938439615375596078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=3938439615375596078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/3938439615375596078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/3938439615375596078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/05/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-4722606243390892056</id><published>2008-05-18T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:27:24.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result</title><content type='html'>Wow, its been that long since I posted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got my IELTS results on Friday, as scheduled. Drove down to the British Council myself. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening : 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading : 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing : 7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking : 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Band Score : 8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-4722606243390892056?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/4722606243390892056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=4722606243390892056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/4722606243390892056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/4722606243390892056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/05/result.html' title='Result'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-1681142954302430936</id><published>2008-05-10T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:14:37.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Saturday Night and..</title><content type='html'>..and There's Nothing Good on Astro. Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been flipping through the channels, not a single program caught my eye. What the hell? I'm paying to be entertained, not train the muscles in my index finger. Please! Please, put something good on the weekends. Everything interesting is on during the weekdays, its like the entire network is conspiring against me, forcing me to forsake my weekday revision timetable to make way for hours of TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? WHY??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start my own cable company. I'll call it "Ass-tro", where customers pay for hours of programs that they would actually be interested in. Therefore you won't be able to 'get your ass of the couch' and hence, Ass-tro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ass-tro, subscribe now and watch your cushions become flatter by the hour. Warning, known side effects include Numb-Bum. Please consult your physician before applying, we will not be held responsible for deformed buttocks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're trembling in your shoes Astro. Once Ass-tro goes mainstream, you're toast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-1681142954302430936?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/1681142954302430936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=1681142954302430936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/1681142954302430936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/1681142954302430936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-saturday-night-and.html' title='It&apos;s Saturday Night and..'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-4662479006936534947</id><published>2008-05-08T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:47:16.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion + Commitment = Results</title><content type='html'>Today is the worst day of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms, are sore. S-O-R-E to the max. I can't even lift my finger to touch my nose without feeling my arm go stiff. Typing this post now, is a nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started 2 days ago. My brother decided it was time to impart his knowledge in weight training to me, the slightly overweight 18 year old. My argument has always been that 'muscles make me heavier' Obviously, that's getting quite old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to take weight loss seriously. The day before my arms gave out, I went swimming. Came home lightly toasted, my back emitting invisible heat waves. Not comfortable at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my bro coaxed me into going to the gym with him, with promises of a better physique. I started to get ideas and imagined myself looking slightly thinner and more buff. I liked it. A lot. So, I started out with a 15 minute stint on the treadmill. My main objective now is to lose the extra baggage before bulking up. No point building up muscles that can't be seen under years of fatty deposits, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came the weight training. Started off with a few sets of bench presses, with the bar only. Just the bar only weighs 20kgs. Man, my arms didn't like this training at all. After doing 2 sets, they started to tremble. 'Breath in when you flex!' said my brother. Then we did some inclined presses. Twice the fun, four times the pain and agony. Imagine having to  lift the 20kg bar while lying down at a 45 degree angle to the bar. I was really about to give up. That was when my bro said you have three more exercises to do. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session went by with me focusing on the biceps and upper body. By the end, my arms were stiff and in pain. They kept trembling and I was sure they'd just fall off. Thank God its all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, this is just the first session! Shit...  If I knew losing weight was this hard, I'd have kept the weight off in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, when my arms were still feeling sore, in all my wisdom, I decided to go play badminton. Wrong choice. After playing for 2 hours, I definitely over-stressed my arms. Waking up today, I couldn't really lift or move them. It's so agonizing to just brush my teeth. I kept letting out groans and moans. Never again, shall I so vigorously wear you out. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to make small movements whenever I have to move my hands so as not to stir the pain in my arms. No pain no gain I guess. Arghhh! I had to move the mouse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-4662479006936534947?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/4662479006936534947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=4662479006936534947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/4662479006936534947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/4662479006936534947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/05/passion-commitment-results.html' title='Passion + Commitment = Results'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-6210283017391503128</id><published>2008-05-03T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:47:04.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IELTS</title><content type='html'>I took my IELTS test today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why can't I  not have taken the test? Why does everyone give me the same answer when I tell them &lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the test.&lt;br /&gt;Is it that unbelievable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did Listening, Reading and Writing all in one 2 and a half hour session. Did my Speaking test the previous day. One thing that surprised me, was the number of adults taking this test. I'm not saying that I'm still young or anything, but it was kinda weird seeing 30 yr old 'Ahn-tees' with their incrdibly flashy hand-bags, waiting around to take the test. Wonder what's the band score needed to be a qualified housewife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all going well up till the end. This Australian lecturer was talking about the Rainbow Serpent in Aboriginal art. Apparently the Aboriginal art period can be divided into 3 main periods. Dynamic, Yam and Modern. Hmmmm, Yam. Explains alot why most people are naked in the paintings (Yam can be read as 'Yum': Cantonese for, gahhh, forget it...) Anyways, the woman on the radio was banging on about how the Rainbow Serpent was thought to be a culmination of a kangaroo, snake and crocodile. A picture  suddenlyappeared in my mind: Barney with a forked tongue hopping around going "G'day mate!". Then I realised Barney was actually a dinosaur. And that he was purple. And that he was too cheery for his own good, the optimistic bastard. At the same time that my mind was thinking up ways to 'extinct' Barney for good, I missed the answer for question 35. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily I managed to 'fluke' my way through that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 1    Barney: Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Reading. Surprisingly challenging I must say. Had to read and re-read the passages to filter out the answers. Correct answers that is, nearly got fooled by the sly way the questions were asked. All in all, I managed to &lt;br /&gt;sneak in 10 min of sleep after I finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Writing. They gave us an hour to complete 2 essays. 20 in was allocated for the first essay, an 'examine graphic, write essay' question. Done. Next was an argumentative essay. "Should rich countries refuse employment to skilled workers like doctors, &lt;br /&gt;engineers and scientists from poor countries, as the poor countries &lt;br /&gt;need them more"&lt;br /&gt;This was a real brain-teaser. How do you keep a man's desire  to live the American Dream without causing the economic and social downfall of his native country? Obviously, this wasn't a question that could be solved by writing a 250 word essay in an English profficiency test. So I did what I always do: present some half-true fact, elaborate on it the best I can, make a relevant suggestion and draw a conclusion similair to my opening statement. Great Success!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda happy that the test was over. Now I can tell everyone that I've taken the test and &lt;br /&gt;it won't be like discovering that the Earth is actually flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results come out on the 16th. Dont jinx it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-6210283017391503128?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/6210283017391503128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=6210283017391503128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/6210283017391503128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/6210283017391503128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/05/ielts.html' title='IELTS'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-1066519960577573436</id><published>2008-05-01T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:09:08.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning From Others</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been helping my friends out with their various asignments. We have the straight-forward and honestly, dull reading reports and the more challenging literature analaysis. It's really hard work  with me stuck in front of the computer, racking my brains and dividing my train of thoughts in two because I'm helping 2 different people doing 2 different assignments simultaneously. At the same time, my mom keeps popping over, asking what exactly am I doing and suggests that if it isn't school stuff, I should be upstairs studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I tell her I'm actually helping someone else with their assignments? I chose the most rational approach....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied. I convinced her that the documents lying before me are of the utmost importance and that by completing them, I can excel in my class. Whew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did some heavy literature stuff, you know, poems and stuff. Learned alot from helping friends thats for sure. Terms like 'alliteration' and 'enjambment' were foreign to me until I embarked on my quest to help others. Do you know what they mean? Weren't so helpful towards your friends now were ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relish the fact that my services are needed and valued by others. There is a rewarding sensation that you get when you manage to actually help someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity rulez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi! Back to work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-1066519960577573436?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/1066519960577573436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=1066519960577573436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/1066519960577573436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/1066519960577573436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/04/learning-from-others.html' title='Learning From Others'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-5232391589099172610</id><published>2008-04-29T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:41:46.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm tired. It's 8:53 pm (+8GMT) and my eyes are beginning to water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read the article placed in front of me about a million times and I have tirelessly gone through it searching for elusive "isi-isi tersirat's". My mind wanders momentarily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I wished I took my IELT's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, on God's good Earth is the point of this stupid reading project? Apparently I'm too pissed about it that I'm writing a blog entry rather than completing my assignment. Why? Why? It's all just so that you can see us suffer isn't it? Who the hell cares what we think about the article? The entire point of an article is to inform people, not publish it and wait for people to start mailing their opinions in. If that were the case, our magazines would never be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be that bad if we actually had someone competent to guide us through this nightmare. Unfortunately, we have Alice. Alice really seems to be trapped in her litlle own perfect Wonderland where everyone must be subjected to her endless nagging. Imagine you have an itch on your hand. Obviously you'd want to scratch it. But! You realise someone has bound your hands, preventing you from relieveing your itching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine that endless agony times 10.&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Get the idea? That's what it's like to listen to Alice's lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice Wong from I.S.-land : She will nag the crap out of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Annoying is an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just stubborn. Maybe I'd really learn something from this project. Calm down Arthur, take a deep breath and look at the article again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beeeeeep*  *Beeep* *Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this, I actually have a life thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-5232391589099172610?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/5232391589099172610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=5232391589099172610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/5232391589099172610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/5232391589099172610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/04/english.html' title='English. . .'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-2359508453807263051</id><published>2008-04-29T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:37:28.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want an M3!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have let myself stray into the endless hours of videos provided by YouTube. Watched a test drive of the all new 2008 BMW M3. I was instantly hooked,I just couldn't take my eyes off of those flowing lines, aggresive front grille and that sexy side&lt;br /&gt;profile. The experience was almost sensual..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a boy, whaddya expect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M3, tell me when will you be mine? &lt;br /&gt;Tell me quando quando quuuaaaaandooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know what I'm on about, here are some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be mesmerised. Please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SBcQkRQcApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F95q0qG0gd4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194638910488838802" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SBcRABQcArI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6r-pZlKGPzk/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194639387230208690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SBcRoBQcAsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v0TjS8WxAvo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194640074424976066" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SBcSRxQcAuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/heF5Jxk-pt4/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194640791684514530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so I don't get sued and have to live in a cardboard box 5 years from now, all pictures were taken from &lt;i&gt;www.supercars.net &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-2359508453807263051?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/2359508453807263051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=2359508453807263051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/2359508453807263051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/2359508453807263051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-m3.html' title='I want an M3!!!'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SBcQkRQcApI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F95q0qG0gd4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143899142000605539.post-2365785738519112564</id><published>2008-04-28T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:46:55.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in I.S.</title><content type='html'>Life in I.S. sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make you wear uniforms made from discarded tablecloth material with designs smilair  to those worn by Burger King attendants. As everyone knows, tablecloths are good for protecting your table from spilled drinks, hot soup and wet plates. Basically, it doesn't absorb moisture so that your table stays clean and dry. Now imagine wearing a tablecloth in KK where the average daytime temperature is 31-33 degrees. Great, I can keep my surroundings clean and dry. Yip-pee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell designed this so-called I.S. uniform? And what the hell were they thinking? Don't even get me started on the pants. I.S uniform: Excellent for walking in the rain, not so great for wearing to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that being in a pre-University institute you'd be learning more University-ish stuff right? Wrong! Moral studies is still included in the syllabus with the dreaded Angie Chau at the helm of the People-Can-Actually-Learn-Morality-From-A-Book liberation front, here to free us all from our immorality by preaching from a 67 page book that summarises human morals into different values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Right. I'm here to do my A-lvl's. To hell with everything else. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.S. = Cheap place to do A-lvls ≠ Great place to do A-lvl's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6143899142000605539-2365785738519112564?l=arthurthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/feeds/2365785738519112564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6143899142000605539&amp;postID=2365785738519112564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/2365785738519112564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143899142000605539/posts/default/2365785738519112564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthurthur.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-in-is.html' title='Life in I.S.'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00152130660263643660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WKD2QOzgnM/SzR9aaTSWqI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y81hysTIrXI/S220/DSC06450.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
