<?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-2224066507176187569</id><updated>2011-09-19T20:54:29.123+08:00</updated><category term='Tested'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Nation'/><category term='Bahasa Tercinta'/><category term='TV and Movies'/><category term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Caffeine Infested Brain</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories, Anecdotes and Bickerings of a Coffee Drinker</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-1104984548266116371</id><published>2011-05-15T01:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T01:28:04.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sweet Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Temptation&lt;/span&gt;. A sneaky word. It exudes endless amount of excitement with a hint of guilt and misery at the end. It is akin to the sweetness of chocolate with a bitter after taste. You want to have it. Taste it. Lick it to its core. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YET,&lt;/span&gt; you also do know that you might or will (depending on the gravity of the situation) feel guilty afterwards when you’re done (let’s pretend you have diabetes). The thought lingers in your mind like a fly that refuses to die. What will you do? Smack the sneaky bug? Or let it live and terrorize you? 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-priority:99;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin-top:0in;  mso-para-margin-right:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt;  mso-para-margin-left:0in;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This post was inspired by the movie ‘Too Young to Marry’ that was shown on 8tv last Thursday. Jessica was a young wife who got acquainted with a guy at her university. Long story short, she grabbed the ‘chocolate’ but only managed to kiss it. She did not strip the chocolate naked. She got back to her senses. She smacked the fly thanks to Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whether you’re married or not, there will always be temptation. The trick is to recognize it for what it is and avoid it’&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Best check the expiry date before anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-1104984548266116371?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1104984548266116371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=1104984548266116371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1104984548266116371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1104984548266116371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2011/05/sweet-temptation.html' title='Sweet Temptation'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-3015996716686426769</id><published>2011-04-29T21:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:11:26.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Squashed Cuppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-FUN FACT-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8dQ4MVoziQg/TbrBmUVrHtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Jh1aHMl9TPE/s1600/DSCN2161-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8dQ4MVoziQg/TbrBmUVrHtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Jh1aHMl9TPE/s320/DSCN2161-.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601001950627438290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The term 'cupcake' was first mentioned  in E. Leslie's 'Receipts' of 1828,&lt;br /&gt;a time when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the tradition of  measuring ingredients by weight was giving  way in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; US to measuring  them in cups&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theworldwidegourmet.com/products/articles/cupcakes/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the world wide gourmet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.cupcakechic.com.my/new/"&gt;Cupcake Chic&lt;/a&gt; cupcakes. They were unfortunately squashed on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9GFBgr8qZfU/TbrBmMbOLcI/AAAAAAAAAgA/B_6XNwH9MkY/s1600/DSCN2150-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9GFBgr8qZfU/TbrBmMbOLcI/AAAAAAAAAgA/B_6XNwH9MkY/s320/DSCN2150-.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601001948503223746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdAxf883-fI/TbrBlhR1qpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/a1suw1uHduA/s1600/DSCN2153-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdAxf883-fI/TbrBlhR1qpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/a1suw1uHduA/s320/DSCN2153-.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601001936921143954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KDJ2XqW1OA/TbrBm2li0CI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7N_1s2MH0Es/s1600/DSCN2146-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KDJ2XqW1OA/TbrBm2li0CI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7N_1s2MH0Es/s320/DSCN2146-.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601001959820808226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, they remained irresistible.&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/2224066507176187569-3015996716686426769?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3015996716686426769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=3015996716686426769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3015996716686426769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3015996716686426769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2011/04/squashed-cuppies.html' title='Squashed Cuppies'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8dQ4MVoziQg/TbrBmUVrHtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Jh1aHMl9TPE/s72-c/DSCN2161-.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-1095926315205333143</id><published>2011-04-22T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:55:32.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Assisting the assistant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mother is currently an assistant teacher at a private kindy in Ampang. While she was supposed to be the one who is doing the assisting, it is her daughters who are now assisting her as she calls herself 'uncreative'. And so we cut, drew, and pasted our way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiazhXA1g3A/TbGfCQe52qI/AAAAAAAAAfw/miuVuXwBUtk/s1600/DSCN2143-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiazhXA1g3A/TbGfCQe52qI/AAAAAAAAAfw/miuVuXwBUtk/s320/DSCN2143-.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598430672931379874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Each child has their own folder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-to74O_Vn7rw/TbGfB7azbGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/J74KwJSYkZE/s1600/DSCN2138-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-to74O_Vn7rw/TbGfB7azbGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/J74KwJSYkZE/s320/DSCN2138-.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598430667277036642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My sister drawing a snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XceyzpzevjM/TbGfAqpp2ZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kY4EXBpjwBc/s1600/DSCN2139-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XceyzpzevjM/TbGfAqpp2ZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kY4EXBpjwBc/s320/DSCN2139-.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598430645596051858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HO5aizJ3Rrc/TbGfABoI-UI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1tGim6xO-2s/s1600/DSCN2145-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HO5aizJ3Rrc/TbGfABoI-UI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1tGim6xO-2s/s320/DSCN2145-.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598430634583849282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Labeling of activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother would be leaving soon however, as the kindergarden actually&lt;br /&gt;does not have license to operate. Yikes!&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/2224066507176187569-1095926315205333143?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1095926315205333143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=1095926315205333143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1095926315205333143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1095926315205333143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2011/04/assisted-assistant.html' title='Assisting the assistant'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiazhXA1g3A/TbGfCQe52qI/AAAAAAAAAfw/miuVuXwBUtk/s72-c/DSCN2143-.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-6891722516350057024</id><published>2010-12-16T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:44:39.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dumbfounded</title><content type='html'>Insensitive&lt;br /&gt;is what I have achieved&lt;br /&gt;after 21 years of nice and&lt;br /&gt;attentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I wonder constantly&lt;br /&gt;For words of my love&lt;br /&gt;affects me deeply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-6891722516350057024?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6891722516350057024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=6891722516350057024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6891722516350057024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6891722516350057024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2010/12/dumbfounded.html' title='Dumbfounded'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-9101053192094842880</id><published>2010-12-04T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:11:54.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved by 'How to' Videos</title><content type='html'>I was having a little bit of situation with my handphone today. Apparently the charging duct (Is that the term?) has malfunction somewhat. I could repair it for RM 40 OR buy a universal charger for just RM 10. Of course I went with the latter. So, I bought it. Tried it out and - nothing happened. The light was not blinking which means it wasn't charging. I tried putting the battery in different ways that I could think of. There were no instructions included in the box so I tried being creative. Hm. Yup, apparently I'm not that creative. So after 2 hours, a thought finally hit me. Google! and yup sure thing there was a video for 'How to Use a Universal Battery Charger'. Ah... the Internet is indeed wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="FiveminPlayer" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="560" height="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.5min.com/11129/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="FiveminPlayer" src="http://embed.5min.com/11129/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window" width="560" height="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.5min.com/" target="_blank"&gt;DIY videos&lt;/a&gt; at 5min.com&lt;/span&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/2224066507176187569-9101053192094842880?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/9101053192094842880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=9101053192094842880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/9101053192094842880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/9101053192094842880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2010/12/saved-by-how-to-videos.html' title='Saved by &apos;How to&apos; Videos'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-1988283264036725250</id><published>2010-07-15T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:05:31.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current</title><content type='html'>I'm just hating PTPTN's website at the moment. Love Paul the Octopus although he predicted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oranje's&lt;/span&gt; downfall. Damn his tentacles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-1988283264036725250?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1988283264036725250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=1988283264036725250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1988283264036725250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1988283264036725250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2010/07/current.html' title='Current'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4056130834803702828</id><published>2009-12-15T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:37:42.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrape if you will!</title><content type='html'>Hoho!I've been totally cut off from the blogging world for quite some time huh... Nah, I wasn't cut off actually. It's sheer laziness. I have a couple of stuff in my head but as I said, I'm damn lazy. And I haven't been reading blogs too...My,my, my how lazy can I get? So if you folks feel like scrapping my link from your blogs feel free to do so. You don't even have to inform me beforehand. I don't mind. I'm still thinking whether or not to keep this blog. I once see it as a platform to hone my writing skills but since I've found that my skills are non-existance, perhaps I should just terminate it. So feel free to scrape me while I ponder this situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-4056130834803702828?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4056130834803702828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4056130834803702828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4056130834803702828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4056130834803702828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/12/scrape-if-you-will.html' title='Scrape if you will!'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-3760007076298034687</id><published>2009-10-17T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:11:58.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Back and Forth</title><content type='html'>They say memories of your past would flash through your eyes as those very same eyes slowly close signaling the end of your time on this lovely earth. Ironic isn't it? Now, I have no intention of waiting for 'that' day to come just so that I could have a glimpse of what I have done all of my life, which is why I think of the past (and the future of course) whenever I can. And besides, I don't think I would even have a chance to reflect on my past if, let say, I die by way of getting hit by a bus. Don't think there would be time for any 'reflection session'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, my thoughts on the past and future is mostly balanced I think. Inspiration can be gained from traveling back and forth these two places. Sometimes you more than that. You get a good laugh at yourself thinking of the things that you've done or the things that you might do. You do a little bit of fortune telling for yourself. Ha ha. Nothing wrong with a little bit of imagination ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past would always be there to remind you and to teach you. The future? Well, it excites you as you have no idea what on earth you'll be getting yourself into. At least that's what I think. My mother asked me today how long will it be before I finished uni. ' A year and a half... And I feel like I don't know anything,' I said. She laughed her heart-out, a trademark of hers. 'That's a very good answer,' Ha ha. Well, yes, I do feel clueless sometimes. I feel like I haven't learned anything. But as I look back through my 20 years of living, I think I have learned and gained something. It's probably not much but at least there's something. Wonder what the future has in store for me. Time to get the crystal ball out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-3760007076298034687?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3760007076298034687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=3760007076298034687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3760007076298034687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3760007076298034687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-and-forth.html' title='Back and Forth'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-3574678190040525798</id><published>2009-09-20T21:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:01:59.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Hibernation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYvlK31JNI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_B3yErY_8BA/s1600-h/picture+3743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYvlK31JNI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_B3yErY_8BA/s320/picture+3743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383542720188196050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A day before Raya.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ketupat Daun Palas&lt;/span&gt; is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most people are out and about eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih raya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lemang&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;my family like every other year decided to hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;Mama bear had to work so anak bear sent her before&lt;br /&gt;sending Sister bear to her friend's house in Setiawangsa.&lt;br /&gt;Nice area.&lt;br /&gt;Will come back to stalk the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;Got lost for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Found Aeon Keramat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYvkk_HveI/AAAAAAAAAcw/TWyPlOqiQ4c/s1600-h/picture+3732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYvkk_HveI/AAAAAAAAAcw/TWyPlOqiQ4c/s320/picture+3732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383542710018227682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Neighbourhood Stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYvkD3zEiI/AAAAAAAAAco/PwTDvgS7bOg/s1600-h/picture+3735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYvkD3zEiI/AAAAAAAAAco/PwTDvgS7bOg/s320/picture+3735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383542701129142818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYvj4W38SI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Av6PbcCzQCU/s1600-h/picture+3736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYvj4W38SI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Av6PbcCzQCU/s320/picture+3736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383542698038260002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYvjdo2cbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/i4i16rqBxh4/s1600-h/picture+3737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYvjdo2cbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/i4i16rqBxh4/s320/picture+3737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383542690865902002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYwRePl7HI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PbDZNoz-qzY/s1600-h/picture+3742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYwRePl7HI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PbDZNoz-qzY/s320/picture+3742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383543481302379634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Zahir Batin&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/2224066507176187569-3574678190040525798?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3574678190040525798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=3574678190040525798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3574678190040525798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3574678190040525798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/09/hibernation.html' title='Hibernation'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SrYvlK31JNI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_B3yErY_8BA/s72-c/picture+3743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-557042876419080251</id><published>2009-09-11T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:11:24.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Chanting in the NIght</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqklsVRG0KI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HLTHC8_xdU4/s1600-h/picture+3500e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqklsVRG0KI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HLTHC8_xdU4/s320/picture+3500e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379872673424134306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIBERSUKSES&lt;/span&gt; - 3 young adults were seen squatting by the roadside near the small polluted river of the naked land last Wednesday night. They were dressed in casual clothing although one of them looked like she was in her pajamas and my what a vibrant pajamas it was. Attires aside, they quickly got down to business. One of them (possibly the leader of the 3) fished out something from her Hawaiian shorts.  It was a little object that spitted out an equally little fire. Then she took out a bunch of thin looking sticks. The origin of the sticks is unclear but sources say that they were purchased from a small bazaar near the cheapest hypermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqkltDNN9BI/AAAAAAAAAcA/qdw1Cmg2wBU/s1600-h/picture+3510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqkltDNN9BI/AAAAAAAAAcA/qdw1Cmg2wBU/s320/picture+3510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379872685755855890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next was horrible. The head honcho burned the ends of the sticks and after 3 seconds or more, sparks started to form, lighting their evil faces. The head honcho was assisted by the other young adult who had an unidentified tag daggling around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqkltqtjbYI/AAAAAAAAAcI/6s3JTthOKrI/s1600-h/picture+3502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqkltqtjbYI/AAAAAAAAAcI/6s3JTthOKrI/s320/picture+3502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379872696360463746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sqklt20jIKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/oGBg8v6hpUs/s1600-h/picture+3505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sqklt20jIKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/oGBg8v6hpUs/s320/picture+3505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379872699611029666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sqklsvqde8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/kg8nq9X6OaE/s1600-h/picture+3507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sqklsvqde8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/kg8nq9X6OaE/s320/picture+3507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379872680509799362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They began to shriek in delight and started making strange signs in the air. This was followed by a series of chanting in what could possibly be the Malay language, a language that can be both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jiwang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucah&lt;/span&gt; at the same time . The one with the tag got so overwhelmed that her voice was the loudest among the three. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sumbang&lt;/span&gt;ness of her high notes pierced through the peaceful night alerting the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamat-mamat&lt;/span&gt; Burger who were on the far end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is believed that their doings were recorded but results of initial investigations proofed to be negative thus far. The search continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-557042876419080251?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/557042876419080251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=557042876419080251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/557042876419080251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/557042876419080251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/09/chanting-in-night.html' title='Chanting in the NIght'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqklsVRG0KI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HLTHC8_xdU4/s72-c/picture+3500e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-5251319330976754971</id><published>2009-09-05T07:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:28:00.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>Ah, Ramadan. New experiences. New discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGqcV-eWwI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nYTvL0SW1XE/s1600-h/picture+3357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGqcV-eWwI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nYTvL0SW1XE/s320/picture+3357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377766833969322754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baru sekali sahaja bertarawih di masjid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGuz6dbubI/AAAAAAAAAbo/wxtQm3VqMZM/s1600-h/picture+3261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGuz6dbubI/AAAAAAAAAbo/wxtQm3VqMZM/s320/picture+3261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377771636946352562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alamanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGqb976T-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/U-RUO5tEaGQ/s1600-h/picture+3300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGqb976T-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/U-RUO5tEaGQ/s320/picture+3300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377766827516121058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The proud Nigerian &amp;amp; the bubbly Pakistani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGqbRkO5gI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PxhvRJ4VljU/s1600-h/picture+3447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGqbRkO5gI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PxhvRJ4VljU/s320/picture+3447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377766815605646850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopeless at it. But good stress reliever.&lt;br /&gt;Will get hooked on soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGuMKbEfmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mSy8359uVSg/s1600-h/picture+3234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGuMKbEfmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mSy8359uVSg/s320/picture+3234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377770954036641378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jelajah berbuka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGqaqgobaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZvrRZ6HGClY/s1600-h/picture+3460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGqaqgobaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZvrRZ6HGClY/s320/picture+3460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377766805121559970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sahur&lt;/span&gt;. Never have I stayed up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGqc13uj2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/iTIBPSsit5I/s1600-h/picture+3296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGqc13uj2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/iTIBPSsit5I/s320/picture+3296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377766842530959202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presentations and deadlines approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the holy month bring you peace and tranquility. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat berpuasa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-5251319330976754971?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5251319330976754971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=5251319330976754971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/5251319330976754971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/5251319330976754971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SqGqcV-eWwI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nYTvL0SW1XE/s72-c/picture+3357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4146008132319788851</id><published>2009-08-20T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:04:04.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Poor Lin Dan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We were discussing about why certain products do well in some countries and why others don't in Copywriting class the other day. The subject was 'Why Milo did well in Malaysia but not in China?' The Chinese preffers Ovaltine compared to our all time favourite drink. Why is that? Apparently, it's because Milo is associated with sports and sports in China is not something that they look higly upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Mothers in China want their kids to go to the best schools and succeed in life. Sports is an alternative to those who are not doing so well (to put it nicely)'&lt;/em&gt; my lecturer said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ovaltine in China is marketed as 'brain food' which is why Chinese mothers buy Ovaltine. They want their kids to be smart. I see. So sports are for dummies? The first thing that came to my mind is this fella down here. Poor Lin Dan. Maybe he didn't get enough Ovaltine. Probably drinks Milo instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bbs.chinadaily.com.cn/attachments/month_0808/lindan_yLo9ewqgqSM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bbs.chinadaily.com.cn/attachments/month_0808/lindan_yLo9ewqgqSM2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-4146008132319788851?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4146008132319788851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4146008132319788851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4146008132319788851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4146008132319788851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/08/poor-lin-dan.html' title='Poor Lin Dan'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-2620166742197215933</id><published>2009-08-15T07:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:07:42.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bahasa Tercinta'/><title type='text'>Yakin</title><content type='html'>Susah untuk menyakinkan diri&lt;br /&gt;akan sesuatu yang tidak pasti&lt;br /&gt;namun harus juga dilakukan&lt;br /&gt;agar tidak kesakitan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-2620166742197215933?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2620166742197215933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=2620166742197215933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2620166742197215933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2620166742197215933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/08/yakin.html' title='Yakin'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-8110903318348606622</id><published>2009-08-04T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:45:12.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>040809</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SnhUTwG03GI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/uJD6T3T6DoM/s1600-h/picture+2670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SnhUTwG03GI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/uJD6T3T6DoM/s320/picture+2670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131654319725666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A great day it was. Familiar faces were everywhere. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yang tinggi, yang keding, yang bertopeng, tak bertopeng&lt;/span&gt; (There was even a family of 3 who wore masks), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang termenung kebosanan&lt;/span&gt; but won't admit that she has something else on her mind, and a face that I thought was long gone but actually is still around.  Oh, and  not to forget the imperfect system that we are all too familiar with.Familiarity is nice. But it's the unknown that is exciting although terrifying at the same time. Feels good to be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-8110903318348606622?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8110903318348606622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=8110903318348606622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8110903318348606622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8110903318348606622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/08/040809.html' title='040809'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SnhUTwG03GI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/uJD6T3T6DoM/s72-c/picture+2670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-7423745232660035418</id><published>2009-07-20T08:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:02:15.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Limelight Seeking</title><content type='html'>Now, I have absolutely no problems with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; limelight seekers&lt;/span&gt; (they amuse me somehow) so long as  they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk the walk and talk the talk&lt;/span&gt;. Besides, a little bit of 'showing off' or to put it in a more milder language, 'flashing of remarkable qualities or skills to the whole world' is much, much needed if you want to survive in this troubling and competitive era. Otherwise, you'll be irrelevant and would be relegated to the background along with those who are deemed erm... normal and you would soon be forgotten because well, there's nothing special about you. In other words, you don't stand out. (Ah, I remind me of myself). Which is why I don't see anything wrong with limelight seeking (I love how it sounds. Don't you? :P). In fact, I respect them as they have the gutts to say 'You know what?I can do this' and they actually proove it.  It's those who boast about something utterly minuscule or something that they actually know nothing about that I laugh at. But isn't it possible that these boasters' real intention is actually a harmless one? Perhaps they just want to share information. Let's study the case below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I were told to meet our lecturer to discuss about an extra subject that we were suppose to take. He briefly eplained to us the nature of the subject as well as the necessary assignments that we were suppose to do. Before we ended our short 'meeting' he told us that his class is a small one and that it mainly consists of VIP's offsprings. An interesting point no doubt but highly irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much enjoyed his first class and was quite impressed with his teaching style until a point came when he said that he does not practise favouritism. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Anak Datuk ke anak menteri ke.. Semua saya layan sama saja'&lt;/span&gt;. Again, he mentioned about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anak-anak VI&lt;/span&gt;P but I just brush it off thinking that he meant well. After all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pilih kasih&lt;/span&gt; is never good. Good for you sir,  I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second class, we somehow arrived at the topic of politics during our discussion. As if on cue, he said with a huge grin on his face '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi ni politik... so tak nak la cakap kan&lt;/span&gt;'. O... so someone in the class hails from a political family&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; la...&lt;/span&gt; Again I brushed it off. I did wonder who but being slightly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyanyuk&lt;/span&gt;, I soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a week after the 2nd class, my lecturer could not control his excitement longer and decided to 'come clean' with us. I can't remember how the conversation started but it went something like this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Anak Datuk tapi tak tulis pon 'Datuk'(title) kat nama bapak dia&lt;/span&gt;' as he lifted  the attendance list from his table. He paused and scanned the room. Perhaps he had hoped that it would give a dramatic effect. I don't know what the others' reaction were as I was busy staring blankly at him. An then he told us. 'Ooo... ' My friend and I said in unison. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Patut la pandai'&lt;/span&gt; I thought. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy is very well-read. He talks passionately and eloquently, a trait I suspect inherited from his very infamous father. He takes after his mother in the looks department though, which is not necessarily a bad thing as I'm not sure how he would fair if he takes after the father. He's not handsome but decent looking, fair- skinned. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sejuk jugak la mata memandang kot.&lt;/span&gt; I was practically amazed that this person knew so much. My friend was already smitten by him during the first class. I mean, who doesn't like smart guys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally we knew who is this person that got my lecturer into a frenzy. While it can't be said whether his intention was to just share information or for a litle bit of limelight seeking(he did also mention about a call that he had made to another offspring of a VIP whose name I have forgotten), I would prefer to just think of it as the former. After all, it's never apropriate to think badly of others, no? Not without a good and concrete reason that is. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-7423745232660035418?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7423745232660035418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=7423745232660035418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7423745232660035418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7423745232660035418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/07/limelight-seeking.html' title='Limelight Seeking'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4962349927765367640</id><published>2009-07-12T08:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:44:12.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Laughter is the best Medicine</title><content type='html'>I would just like to share a somewhat dirty yet hilarious joke told by a friend of mine who was hospitalized. If you're not fond of diry jokes I suggest you ignore this post. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy was about to get married so he asked his uncle 'tips' for his first night.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Rendam kau punya ehem dalam teh... It'll make your wife SCREAM&lt;/span&gt;,' the uncle said  and so they guy did for a couple of days before his wedding. After the kenduri, the uncle decided to spend the night at the rumah kenduri.  Suddenly, he heard a woman scream. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes! Berjaya apa yang aku ajar&lt;/span&gt;'. He was feeling pleased with himself when his nephew came down with a terrible look on his face. The uncle asked what had happened. The nephew replied, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panjang tu memang la panjang tapi kenapa jadi kurus macam pensel&lt;/span&gt;?' Dumbfounded the uncle asked, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau pakai teh apa?&lt;/span&gt;' '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slimming Tea'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHA... Ya Allah.. Crazy joke I tell you. Habis tu nak pakai apa? BOH? Lipton? Aiyo... Beb...Bukan main ko. Sakit-sakit pon macam-macam ko mengarut. She actually told a few more but this one is the best out of the bunch. Haha. I'm just glad to see that she's still her usual self despite the whole face mask and purple patient attire and not to mention the pain that she's going through. Visitors were asked to wear masks so it really looked like a scene ftom a medical drama.  Hopefully, she can get her operation done as soon as possible (It was postponed) but until that time, keep on laughing. Laughter is the best medicine, no? Let's all pray for her speedy recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-4962349927765367640?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4962349927765367640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4962349927765367640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4962349927765367640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4962349927765367640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/07/laughter-is-best-medicine.html' title='Laughter is the best Medicine'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-1107256134431148200</id><published>2009-07-09T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:51:49.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Skates &amp; Arrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SlU9c-Cq8PI/AAAAAAAAAZo/iGSfD2-xU3g/s1600-h/picture+2386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SlU9c-Cq8PI/AAAAAAAAAZo/iGSfD2-xU3g/s320/picture+2386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356254899726905586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been about 7 to 8 years since I last skate and thank god I still can although not as fast as I used to. I'm just thankful that I didn't fall. Someone else did though. Hehe.  I'm falling in love with Sunway Pyramid although the waiting for RapidKL is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ice Skating: RM 13/person (if you've gloves and socks)&lt;br /&gt;Archery: RM 7 (12 arrows, student price)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SlU9cjDNpLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XbBavHYsz-c/s1600-h/picture+2402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SlU9cjDNpLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XbBavHYsz-c/s320/picture+2402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356254892481422514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-1107256134431148200?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1107256134431148200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=1107256134431148200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1107256134431148200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1107256134431148200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/07/skates-arrows.html' title='Skates &amp; Arrows'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SlU9c-Cq8PI/AAAAAAAAAZo/iGSfD2-xU3g/s72-c/picture+2386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-2684005802951124388</id><published>2009-07-05T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:24:56.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Peraturannya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. copy gambar amal islam dibawah. copy satu post ni pun tak pe. mudah dan menjimatkan mase. harapnye gitu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. kemudian pilih 10 org sahabat dan anda wajibkan mereka berbuat perkara yang sama. ingat! 10 orang tau! lagi ramai lagi bagus. terlebih? jangan melampau sudah. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4IP3GA-6zU/SkhCvvnmxdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lrNfOxfApN8/s320/amal_islam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4IP3GA-6zU/SkhCvvnmxdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lrNfOxfApN8/s320/amal_islam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-2684005802951124388?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2684005802951124388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=2684005802951124388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2684005802951124388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2684005802951124388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was Tagged'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4IP3GA-6zU/SkhCvvnmxdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lrNfOxfApN8/s72-c/amal_islam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-90420010860679360</id><published>2009-07-03T14:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:05:46.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV and Movies'/><title type='text'>Hellish holes</title><content type='html'>There's a hole in my heart, figuratively speaking that is. I feel - empty. I don't know why. These past few days have been rather unfulfilling. I don't know whether it's due to the mundane activities that I've been doing since the start of the holidays or because of something else. I just feel unmotivated. I'm sure all of you are no stranger to this little odd feeling. I'm no stranger to it myself. My first encounter with it was during high school if, I'm not mistaken. I don't think I even understand how emptiness is suppose to feel like when I was in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was in Form 5(Betanians I miss you... that includes 4 Betanians). One fine day, out of the blue, I felt empty. I have no idea why. I don't think it was boredom because boredom and emptiness are two very different things. Without thinking, I asked my friend who was sitting beside me '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau pernah rasa kosong tak?&lt;/span&gt;'. The friend, who also happens to be the monitor replied '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesti lah pernah&lt;/span&gt;,' and that was it. Clearly the story book that she was reading was much, much more interesting than my question. Why woudn't it be when it had the title '6 Reasons to Stay a Virgin'. Pretty catchy isn't it? But the story was not great anyway. I only liked the cover of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just brushed the whole thing of after that very insightful thought from Miss Monitor ;) . I suppose I did give some thought to it but not much. SPM was more important, no? So it ended there. I entered college the following year and I must say I was happy. I was happy with how things are going - my classes, friends, just about everything of my life although there are a few glitches here and there. I thought I was fine until recently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeng, jeng, jeng&lt;/span&gt;... 'it' came back. That weird little feeling.  What? Why? How? I asked but I couldn't find the answer. I suppose I haven't prayed hard enough. That reminds me of a character named Rosa from the 1995 movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114319/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(not Sabrina the teenage witch). Rosa was one of the maids to the wealthy Larrabees.  There was this scene where all the maids where congregating in the kitchen. The chauffeur's daughter, Sabrina, had sent a letter from Paris and so the chauffeur was reading it to them. Everyone was certain that Sabrina was unhappy, living all alone in Paris. At one point, Rosa was relating her story of how she felt when she first arrived in America:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Mr. Tom, maybe is not for me to put my hands in on this, but when I first come to this country, I am alone, like Sabrina. I just weigh more. So I ask to God why I am here. I say, "Why God?" but there is no answer. So I stop crying. It takes eleven years!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. This movie really has some of the most funny and witty lines. I don't know how many times I've watched it. And so, yes, I still haven't found the answer. I sure hope it won't take 11 years but if it does, than there's nothing I can do. In the mean time, I shall continue 'filling' this particular 'hole'  by watching movies. (Unless interesting suggestions pop up. Anyone?) I've recently watched &lt;a href="http://www.sylviamovie.com/noflash.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a depressing but insightful movie nevertheless, starring Gwyneth Paltrow and the lovely Daniel Craig although he looks awful in this one. It's the hair I tell you. And I also had the opportunity of watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drag me to Hell &lt;/span&gt;which was more hillarious than hellish. Seriously, don't watch it. It was so crappy that it made me laugh and I was the only one laughing in the cinema. I was waiting to get scared for God's sake! I should've trusted the reviewers and watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; again with my family. Or maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Third House on the Left&lt;/span&gt;. Read that it was good in The Star.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0939795/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-90420010860679360?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/90420010860679360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=90420010860679360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/90420010860679360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/90420010860679360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/07/hellish-holes.html' title='Hellish holes'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4035801454940372566</id><published>2009-07-01T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:49:50.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ultimate Blankness</title><content type='html'>A dark cloud has descended upon me&lt;br /&gt;Sending me into a state of ultimate blankness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I lay waiting and&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to regain consciousness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-4035801454940372566?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4035801454940372566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4035801454940372566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4035801454940372566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4035801454940372566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/07/ultimate-blankness.html' title='Ultimate Blankness'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-9001239609903370580</id><published>2009-06-20T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:33:56.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>'Why do u smoke?,' the girl asked as she watched the newly transformed dude she had previously met a few days ago plopped himself hard on the grass. She remained on the bench. His new image fitted him perfectly. He looks cool now as opposed to, well, nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Smoking, makes me calm,' the dude said as he took out a cigarette and lights it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dunhill&lt;/span&gt;. The girl made a mental note of the dude's brand preference. Observing people's interests is a habit of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm always thinking - when I'm talking,when I'm drawing,- even when I'm praying. Smoking relaxes me a bit'. He took a puff and paused  probably enjoying the effect the nicotine is doing to his body. 'Do tell me if the smoke annoys you' he said as he slowly relaxes into a sleeping position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nah, it's okay. I'm used to it. You think too much,' she smiled. 'You need to stop smoking you know' she continued. He stared blankly at her. 'I need a reason to'. She burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How can you be so happy all the time?' The girl laughed again, bewildered by his remark. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell? You have no idea what I've been through&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dude, I'm not happy all the time. You know what's going on - '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Ya, but I mean like right now - You're like  the only girl that laughs at my jokes and well, basically everything that I said.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Haha... Well, I laugh a lot. I guess I'm a very optimistic person'. He gave a half-hearted nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Teach me how not to think so much'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. Absurd&lt;/span&gt;. 'Well, (she shrugged) you just got to know when to turn it on and when to turn it off'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ah...I see.So why dont' you have a boyfriend?' He smiled, finally. That question completely caught her off guard but she let out a harty laugh nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because nobody wants me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh come on-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I'm serious. Nobody wants me,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' What if I say I want you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What the hell? You're desperate for a girlfriend aren't you? Why do you even need a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I told you remember? So that I have someone to fall back. Who will be there for me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ya, but can't your friends do that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nah, you see - (he got up and sat beside her) Okay, let's take smoking for example. I have a family right? (she nodded) So they would of course try to stop me, but they would eventually stop trying to. There will be a time where they just give up. And, friends. Yes, they will try to stop me and they will be there for me but they won't always be there and they too, will stop telling me not to do things. And besides, they have their own problems-' He came to an abrupt stop. His left hand reached down into his left jeans pocket for his handphone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A message&lt;/span&gt;. He thought and after making a quick glance at the screen for the name of sender, he quickly stuff it back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded.'So that's family and friends. They will stop telling you what to do. So, who do you think will not stop?' A smile crept on the girl's face. The answer was obvious. 'Your partner...or your spouse,' he said without waiting for her reply. 'Do you think your partner would just calmly watch you smoke? No right?' He paused, reflecting what he'd just said. 'So that's why I need someone. I need a reason to do things', he took out another cigarette. She sighed. 'Stop that' she said, eyeing dissaprovingly at the cigarette in between his fingers. He smiled. 'Marry me then'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-9001239609903370580?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/9001239609903370580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=9001239609903370580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/9001239609903370580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/9001239609903370580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/06/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-458534213693332447</id><published>2009-05-24T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:51:51.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tested'/><title type='text'>Nice Coconut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/ShglQEssldI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0jfUBcnlnR4/s1600-h/picture+2056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/ShglQEssldI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0jfUBcnlnR4/s320/picture+2056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339058316317070802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tesco Nice Biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice packaging, simple (first impression counts)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packaging was easily teared off and apparently  recyclable as stated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nutritional value is based on 1 biscuit (great for diet freaks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ANTS! (Ants sprout out when I unwrapped the biscuit.Maybe the foil was too thin, allowing ant intrusion)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coconut...with sugar sprinkled on top. Quite nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Definitely not for coconut haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: Am I turning into a Tesco advocate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Shgo6qtwCZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Soa8Z_cWcKE/s1600-h/picture+2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Shgo6qtwCZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Soa8Z_cWcKE/s320/picture+2057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339062346611427730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/ShglQP1LvAI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IxnHbrXyljU/s1600-h/picture+2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-458534213693332447?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/458534213693332447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=458534213693332447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/458534213693332447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/458534213693332447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/05/nice-coconut.html' title='Nice Coconut'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/ShglQEssldI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0jfUBcnlnR4/s72-c/picture+2056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-855310565922252625</id><published>2009-05-15T15:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:10:26.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Time for Myself</title><content type='html'>Time off. That's what I needed. Although the stress hasn't got to me I knew that it's slowly  brewing somewhere in my head. Better let it out before it takes hold of me and I explode. Internal management at the pre-crisis stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going home on that day, I hopped on to the bus to IOI accompanied by another friend who is equally stress if not more. We both needed to clear our heads. Sometimes I think we, humans just worry too much. Unnecessary worrying is never good for the mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we disembarked from the bus, her bus to UO stopped directly behind our bus. I automatically bid her goodbye. A tiny look of concern dawn upon her face as the thought of living me alone to venture on this escapism hit her. I did not have to do much to convince her that I will be okay wandering around all by myself, because the minute I said that I'll be fine she had dashed for the bus. Ever the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lipas kudung&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was. Alone in a huge mall. How dreadful. Nah, I was fine. I love exploring alone actually. Of course having a companion or two or more would be nice but sometimes you need to have time for yourself - 'Me Time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you plan to spend your 'Me Time' without any disturbance, it is highly recommended that you keep away from any beauty store especially the ones that have no customers. I made the mistake of stepping into one of the stores and have suffered the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Stila on the pretext of just 'looking around'. After a mere 2 seconds of stepping into the store, the store attendant who was obviously busy at the time of my entrance quickly made her way to me. I knew she was busy for a grain of white rice was visible on her upper lip which was decked in a a shade of pink. I could not determine however if it was Stila's lipstick as I am not accustom to the world of cosmetics. Apparently, the not so young lady was in the midst of having dinner. Ah, poor her. But all traces of sympathy started to evade after a few minutes into our conversation. She gave me an inquiring look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' I'm just looking around,' I said with a smile and proceeded to stare blankly at the array of foundations available on the counter. None of them make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Are you looking for foundation?'&lt;br /&gt;'No, I'm just looking around,' clearly she was deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What about lipstick?,' she persisted as she randomly picked a lipstick and started making markings on my hand.  ' Lipstick you must try first on your hand so you can see the colour,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O-kkkay&lt;/span&gt;... I thought as she continued to mark my right hand with shades of pink and purple. She looked like she was enjoying herself so I dare not tell her to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/ShggKWxe-GI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zsfJJo-qZsA/s1600-h/picture+2028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/ShggKWxe-GI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zsfJJo-qZsA/s320/picture+2028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339052720531634274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once satisfied with her work of art, she looked up, expecting me to say something. Once again I repeated 'I'll just look around'. I did one round of inspection of the store (ah perfumes..fake eyelashes..) before dashing out albeit in a civilized and casual manner. Ah...Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my 'Me Time' was spent at the clothing stores. In and out I went, feeling the fabrics, and scrutinizing garments which are hanged on the many hangers. The folded ones I dare not touch. The poor sales attendant would have to fold them again. I finally, entered Nichi. Nichi is probably my favourite store only because they have wonderful dresses at affordable prices. However, according to a friend who obviously has more knowledge regarding fashion, Nichi's prices differs from one store to the other. Which simply means that if the garment being sold at IOI is cheap, it won't be cheap at Pavilion. Here I quote the knowledgeable friend '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gila&lt;/span&gt; discriminate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;...' Indeed. Note to self: Shop at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cikai &lt;/span&gt;places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring is an integral part of my life now thanks to my very first camera phone which was given by my mother after SPM. Since then, I've discovered the wonders of photography. I take pictures of anything that tickles my fancy and apparently I, myself, have also become the object of my own admiration. Funny. I have never seen myself as a narcissist. Hmm... Anyway, so I did surreptitiously camwhored in the dressing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/ShgjsRv3rLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bFnh7i9x7io/s1600-h/picture+2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/ShgjsRv3rLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bFnh7i9x7io/s320/picture+2043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339056601833122994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/ShgjsTKOeYI/AAAAAAAAAYY/idaAX2nUnHE/s1600-h/picture+2042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/ShgjsTKOeYI/AAAAAAAAAYY/idaAX2nUnHE/s320/picture+2042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339056602212104578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once satisfied with the pictures, I left with no purchases in tow. Even though I absolutely love the dress, there is no logical explanation for me to purchase it for I have no reason to wear it. Wearing it to class would be to - how shall I put it? Overdress, perhaps? My daily wardrobe basically consists of jeans and t-shirts. Occasionally, I would throw in a bright blouse or anything that's a little bit fancy. Wearing that dress for outings or dinners would be great but unfortunately my social life is restricted to just the confinements of my home. So, I shall admire that dress (and myself haha) from the pictures that I've taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner at Old Town, where I finally tried the Hazelnut coffee. Not bad. Not bad, indeed. I shall try the other beverages on my next visit. I plan to try everything that is available on the menu if possible. Experimenting is a great way of spending your free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, I have had a very relaxing day. Not once did my mind think of anything that is related to my life. Even though it was only for 2 hours, it was indeed beneficial. Crisis curbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-855310565922252625?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/855310565922252625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=855310565922252625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/855310565922252625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/855310565922252625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-for-myself.html' title='Time for Myself'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/ShggKWxe-GI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zsfJJo-qZsA/s72-c/picture+2028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-8729033426402413490</id><published>2009-04-30T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:51:51.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tested'/><title type='text'>Tested!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm9SOnl5LI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nUZSnk2YiHw/s1600-h/picture+1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm9SOnl5LI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nUZSnk2YiHw/s320/picture+1986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330499754829145266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just nice. Not too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Will try other Tesco products.&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/2224066507176187569-8729033426402413490?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8729033426402413490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=8729033426402413490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8729033426402413490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8729033426402413490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/04/tested.html' title='Tested!'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm9SOnl5LI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nUZSnk2YiHw/s72-c/picture+1986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4912148032516702741</id><published>2009-04-30T22:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:20:49.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Sakais at Sakae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: Sakae Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date:  Approximately a week ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description: Sakais eating sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6r_TsvgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/H8FEKPYcKa4/s1600-h/picture+1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6r_TsvgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/H8FEKPYcKa4/s320/picture+1992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496898860891650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Raw salmon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6r8c7HgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Fnxbo8FB5e4/s1600-h/picture+1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6r8c7HgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Fnxbo8FB5e4/s320/picture+1993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496898094276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6rptXCRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/w5A7Jz8IDy8/s1600-h/picture+1991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6rptXCRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/w5A7Jz8IDy8/s320/picture+1991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496893062940946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Revenge of the Sakai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6KcCgCvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uDGX6YS5BlI/s1600-h/picture+1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6KcCgCvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uDGX6YS5BlI/s320/picture+1971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496322457832178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6KYpmD5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/LEqniYAb45s/s1600-h/picture+1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6KYpmD5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/LEqniYAb45s/s320/picture+1970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496321548062610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enoki Niku Maki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beef wrapped with mushroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6Kc5I9RI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aMmXf88Ei88/s1600-h/picture+1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6Kc5I9RI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aMmXf88Ei88/s320/picture+1969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496322687005970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nameless edibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I forgot what they're called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6KPRZLSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Kl8bwXo8YH8/s1600-h/picture+1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6KPRZLSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Kl8bwXo8YH8/s320/picture+1967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496319030635810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6J4k3OeI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9VHERfTWvWU/s1600-h/picture+1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6J4k3OeI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9VHERfTWvWU/s320/picture+1997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496312938281442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saucer and sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2224066507176187569-4912148032516702741?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4912148032516702741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4912148032516702741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4912148032516702741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4912148032516702741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/04/sakais-at-sakae.html' title='Sakais at Sakae'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sfm6r_TsvgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/H8FEKPYcKa4/s72-c/picture+1992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-7170134138771578633</id><published>2009-04-28T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:53:34.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Racist iPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iPhone is fucking racist. It can only bluetooth with other iPhones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- bloodyhoney&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-7170134138771578633?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7170134138771578633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=7170134138771578633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7170134138771578633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7170134138771578633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/04/racist-iphone.html' title='Racist iPhone'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-3789281086932462271</id><published>2009-04-18T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:17:49.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Bagus anak Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U ambik Islamic Studies...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... Bagus anak Papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him it was a LAN subject but he was too happy to realize what a LAN subject is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-3789281086932462271?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3789281086932462271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=3789281086932462271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3789281086932462271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3789281086932462271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/04/bagus-anak-papa.html' title='Bagus anak Papa'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-3868277418333090780</id><published>2009-04-17T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:22:47.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>I Love Bus Rides</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mode of transportation: Rapid KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: On the way to IOI Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time: Between 6pm-7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SednQzodpKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/h-jXRd-mBIQ/s1600-h/picture+1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SednQzodpKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/h-jXRd-mBIQ/s320/picture+1912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325338622824391842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The difference in lighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SednQ1lUu8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/bSs4BaLPQVA/s1600-h/picture+1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SednQ1lUu8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/bSs4BaLPQVA/s320/picture+1910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325338623348095938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SednQuMn2cI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rlAvAe85jBY/s1600-h/picture+1909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SednQuMn2cI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rlAvAe85jBY/s320/picture+1909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325338621365443010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SednQlbd67I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Djr8_dNnv-4/s1600-h/picture+1906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SednQlbd67I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Djr8_dNnv-4/s320/picture+1906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325338619011787698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SednQaqtbGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/IfcC0Jejr9Y/s1600-h/picture+1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SednQaqtbGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/IfcC0Jejr9Y/s320/picture+1905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325338616122928226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yup, too dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2224066507176187569-3868277418333090780?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3868277418333090780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=3868277418333090780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3868277418333090780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3868277418333090780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-bus-rides.html' title='I Love Bus Rides'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SednQzodpKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/h-jXRd-mBIQ/s72-c/picture+1912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-7471272411267348365</id><published>2009-04-16T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:54:05.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Renewed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lesen Memandu Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Malaysian Driving License)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. K. P....&lt;br /&gt;RUMPUT&lt;br /&gt;Tempoh: 20/04/2009 - 19/04/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes. I have gotten my new license. It no longer has the letter P on the left corner next to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jalur Gemilang.&lt;/span&gt; Am I full-fledged competent driver now? Hell no. Haha. But I'm not that incompetent. I am a mediocre driver. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boleh tahan la. Kadang-kadang main belasah gak jalan. &lt;/span&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my license will only last for 1 year. This is because I renewed it earlier. My probation license does not expire until the 19th which is a Sunday which also means that it's a holiday. So that's why I renewed it earlier. It costs my mom RM 30. Hehe...yeah she paid for it of course. Oh, and I had to take a picture for the new license and I must say I don't look good. Oh well, I'll get a new one in a year. Oh wait, I still have 7 unused pics. We can't let them go to waste now can we? Oh and it comes with a small cd so I won't have to take more pictures in the future. Great. I'll look hideous for God knows how many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I now know how to get to Bandar Tasik Permaisuri via Jalan Ikan Ayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2224066507176187569-7471272411267348365?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7471272411267348365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=7471272411267348365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7471272411267348365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7471272411267348365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/04/renewed.html' title='Renewed'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4563580642941269522</id><published>2009-04-10T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:36:49.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>KPI...Ring a bell?</title><content type='html'>A word caught my eye while I was scanning the front page of today's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Star&lt;/span&gt;. I'd just reached home from my hostel and as usual served my father tea along with whatever kueh he'd bought (lately it has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goreng pisang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cucur keledek&lt;/span&gt;) before plopping myself on one of the chairs at the dining table to read the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the page is of course the media's agenda of the day, Najib's new cabinet line-up. Although I am interested in this bit of news (I am actually quite fond of politics although my knowledge on the subject is rather limited), I was actually drawn to this 3 lettered word that is printed on the newspaper. The familiarity of the word caught me by surprise that I actually felt quite happy because...well, I know what that word means. Haha. Look at me. Getting all excited over a bloody word. What a nerd... or should I say 'geek'? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Kedah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madu Berdarah&lt;/span&gt; has taken the liberty of calling me 'geek' because I am usually the last to leave the examination hall among the 3 of us. What a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so the word. The word that got me psyched was 'KPI'. Haha. Well to the uninitiated, KPI stands for Key Performance Indicator. Those of you who are with me in PR Principles would of course know this. Thank you Ms Vaneetha for your highly animated teaching style. I remember things easier.Haha. Anyway, KPI is a measurable indicator of your organization's etc. progress towards achieving your mission. So basically Najib will be focusing on the performance of his band of army which I think is a very good move. Whoever is not doing their job would have to pick up the slack or risk getting the boots. Yes, I know I sound pro- Najib at the moment. Haha.What can I say, I'm quite the optimist. My friends absolutely despise him though. I've been hearing many, many ugly things about him but you know what? I'm just going to wait and see what he has in store for us. Anticipation is fun, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sd9MRfqUhdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vM8LEo4Kgok/s1600-h/picture+1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sd9MRfqUhdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vM8LEo4Kgok/s320/picture+1903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323057148015707602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madu Berdarah's file&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*By the way, I am still not satisfied with how I answered my PR paper. Bang! Bang! Ba-get-ty Bang! Bang! Bang... Bang... Hehe&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/2224066507176187569-4563580642941269522?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4563580642941269522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4563580642941269522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4563580642941269522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4563580642941269522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/04/kpiring-bell.html' title='KPI...Ring a bell?'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sd9MRfqUhdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vM8LEo4Kgok/s72-c/picture+1903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-8131104401425012864</id><published>2009-04-10T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:37:48.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Marry now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't wait till 6 years. Marry the man while he's still crazy about your beauty... We will love you later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yusoff Ibrahim, Business Law Lecturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-8131104401425012864?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8131104401425012864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=8131104401425012864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8131104401425012864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8131104401425012864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/04/marry-now.html' title='Marry now!'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-2214906871888847706</id><published>2009-04-03T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:19:41.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Change is Inevitable</title><content type='html'>Change is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;It can either be horrible or pleasurable&lt;br /&gt;and is not always predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that&lt;br /&gt;it will be bearable.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-2214906871888847706?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2214906871888847706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=2214906871888847706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2214906871888847706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2214906871888847706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/04/change-is-inevitable.html' title='Change is Inevitable'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-6254057185195831610</id><published>2009-03-29T09:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:15:17.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Earth and Some 2 Lunatics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Earth Hour was yesterday. Haha. Of course it was. What a lame way to start an introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Note to self: Need more practice. Write more essays maybe?Sheesh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah so how was it for you guys? Did you all camped in the dark or you just could't care less? Haha.To tell you the truth, I didn't expect much from my family although I was supportive of the idea of 'conserving the energy'. But lo and behold, the lights in my house were switched off for an hour thanks to my youngest sister. How she'd managed to persuade my grandma is beyond me but kudos to her. I was out shopping for groceries with my mother at Tesco where I bumped into one of my friend's family members who also took part in the 60 minute campaign. "We switched of the lights and left the house," said my friend's mom. Well, good on you Aunty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Note to Dr Penyu: It was your mom hehe)&lt;/span&gt;. My other sister was out celebrating this total darkness day with her buddies at a field or something. One of her friends couldn't go out (ahem...protective parents hehe) so they decided to hangout at a field near the friend's place and ordered Domino's! Ain't that sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1 Sem 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so far so good as far as studying is concerned. I am not overly stress or anything although the thought of having exams in 2 weeks time and a possibility of failing a subject(or more) is there. No! No! Must stay positive. Perserverance will be rewarded with success! Okay, where did that come from? Must be the caffeine. I haven't had breakfast actually and it's already 9.35 am. So passed my breakfast time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my friends (yes, I don't have that many friends haha) have also been really busy which means we didn't get to hang out as much. So most of the time I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt; with this crazy friend of mine, Miss Kedah. This girl has quite a lot of interesting but not necessarily beneficial ideas in her head which I have no problems complying to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually walked from our campus back to our hostel. Ok, sounds so ordinary right? Well, it took us 2 hours. Yeah...who would've thought Desaria was that far. It was fun despite the the Sun's powerful glare and the rain's warm droplets pouring down on us. Luckily we both had umbrellas. We also stopped at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kedai Leha&lt;/span&gt; where Miss Kedah bought popsicles for the both of us and we had them in the rain underneath our umbrellas of course. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Note: The only reason she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;belanja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; me was because they merely cost a few cents. Haha)&lt;/span&gt; And of course we got&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'publisiti murahan'&lt;/span&gt; from Taxi Uncles and 'Lori sampah'. They must think we're lost or crazy or something because we were the only ones walking beside the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sc7XILU0ghI/AAAAAAAAAUU/T2A30ZyL1dg/s1600-h/picture+1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sc7XILU0ghI/AAAAAAAAAUU/T2A30ZyL1dg/s320/picture+1894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318424745450177042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sc7XIixEKVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QEwvW9W82ho/s1600-h/picture+1842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sc7XIixEKVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QEwvW9W82ho/s320/picture+1842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318424751742658898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The grass beside the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sc7XInRsYvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Z4d3Lei6QJk/s1600-h/picture+1844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sc7XInRsYvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Z4d3Lei6QJk/s320/picture+1844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318424752953254642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;6.4km left to Desaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sc7XIhgVgqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/4wBoLxYYlv8/s1600-h/picture+1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sc7XIhgVgqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/4wBoLxYYlv8/s320/picture+1901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318424751404057250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The naked lorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really fun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;. We even saw wild animals, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biawak&lt;/span&gt; and a small &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cicak&lt;/span&gt; with a very long tail(lol...wild?) in the drain. Now, you can't possibly encounter a- soon- to- be- endangered- species- in- god- knows- how- many- years- time if you take the bus can you? By the way, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biawak&lt;/span&gt; had a really funny way of running. Totally erm... unique. Ok, let's not insult the reptile. It's not like I can do a catwalk(Irrelevant, I know).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-6254057185195831610?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6254057185195831610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=6254057185195831610' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6254057185195831610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6254057185195831610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-and-some-2-lunatics.html' title='The Earth and Some 2 Lunatics'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Sc7XILU0ghI/AAAAAAAAAUU/T2A30ZyL1dg/s72-c/picture+1894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-2287385548404800117</id><published>2009-03-20T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:23:21.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>It's OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's okay if she doesn't like me. I like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ms Nurul Hafeeza, OB Lecturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-2287385548404800117?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2287385548404800117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=2287385548404800117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2287385548404800117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2287385548404800117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-ok.html' title='It&apos;s OK'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-7523933818613310149</id><published>2009-03-10T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:22:05.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE...</title><content type='html'>STREAMYX at the moment. Hehe. It's been what? 3 weeks already since I can't go online. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Harap maaf. Kami sedang mengalami kemerosotan di kawasan Lembah Klang etc...'&lt;/span&gt; Sigh. Hopefully they get it fixed soon. I so want to post pics of IKEA's furniture. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'll make sure I'll make full use of my RM 500 resource fee by going to the lab as often as   &lt;br /&gt;       possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-7523933818613310149?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7523933818613310149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=7523933818613310149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7523933818613310149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7523933818613310149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate.html' title='I HATE...'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-1111516066225633388</id><published>2009-02-22T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:51:51.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoohoo! It was a few days before our classes start for this semester so we decided to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Time Square, Low Yat, Sungei Wang &amp;amp; Pavi.&lt;br /&gt;Participants: 6 including myself&lt;br /&gt;In pics: Mak Cik &amp;amp; Kechik (I forgot 2 snap the others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kimchi Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SaAudLt60LI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yQgyHxqgRpE/s1600-h/picture+1703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SaAudLt60LI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yQgyHxqgRpE/s320/picture+1703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305291439938916530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SaAtknGQbbI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UkzsfuAZ_kU/s1600-h/picture+1702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SaAtkLUL3yI/AAAAAAAAAT0/XUu58o5V6Xg/s320/picture+1700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305290460578438946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contact Lense Mission : Failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SaAtkPoKgII/AAAAAAAAATs/XA1DwALVCHs/s1600-h/picture+1699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SaAtkPoKgII/AAAAAAAAATs/XA1DwALVCHs/s320/picture+1699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305290461735977090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SaAtj0emaiI/AAAAAAAAATk/X6tYpSR7Htg/s1600-h/picture+1698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SaAtj0emaiI/AAAAAAAAATk/X6tYpSR7Htg/s320/picture+1698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305290454448106018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-1111516066225633388?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1111516066225633388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=1111516066225633388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1111516066225633388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1111516066225633388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/outing.html' title='Outing'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SaAudLt60LI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yQgyHxqgRpE/s72-c/picture+1703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-6392064442927041638</id><published>2009-02-13T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:26:46.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Go and Make Love People!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if any of you believe this but underneath all this blurness and confusion that has always surround me is actually a girl who loves simple things and just wants to be loved. OK, OK I know CORNY! Yucks! Yucks! Right? Lol. Well, anyway that I am. I'm a hopeless romantic. I get all teary eyed watching love stories (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cried while watching Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham.Lol. Not sure I did while I was watching Titanic though&lt;/span&gt;). I get all mushy and 'emo' (haha) whenever I hear songs that has anything to do with l.o.v.e. And I just go &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Sigh... Isn't that sweet...'&lt;/span&gt; whenever I see people doing something for their loved ones. I'm not saying this because it's Valentine's Day. Mwahaha... I just feel like expressing. Hehe. So, anyway.. To those who are planning to splurge for your significant other... well, good luck with that. Haha. Things ain't cheap nowadays. Of course you could always D.I.Y. What the hell. Go buy chocolates. Who can resist them? I know I won't mind having some. Hehe. To those who have splurged... Well, congratulations mate! More to come next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, go ahead and make love. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Your Day People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who know me,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making my life worthwhile .&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-6392064442927041638?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6392064442927041638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=6392064442927041638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6392064442927041638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6392064442927041638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-and-make-love-people.html' title='Go and Make Love People!'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-8465829630473723307</id><published>2009-02-09T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:55:33.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Token of Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've always wondered how it feels like to be a housewife. No, I'm not kidding. Ever since I was a child I've wondered a few times &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not always haha)&lt;/span&gt; what it was like to be cleaning and cooking and taking care of your family.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Don't ask me why because I don't have a definitive answer. Perhaps it is just my nature. I love to think. But often the questions that I've concocted in my head go unanswered. Hmm.)&lt;/span&gt; Well, for the past almost 3 months ago, I've been doing just that and I must say I now have a total respect for all mothers and women in general who painstakingly do the aforementioned tasks&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and more of course)&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and let's not forget the single dads and stay-at-home dads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I've never cooked or swept before. In fact, I do that every semester break and whenever I don't have assignments. It's just that, this time around I have a more sense of appreciation towards life especially the little tiny inny-minny(lol) minuscule things in life. I feel blessed. I now realize just how hard my mother is working... how much my two sisters have grown.. how my grandmother truly love all of us and how my father hides his worries with a smile.  I didn't realize how much I was missing all this while while I've been in college. I do come back during the weekends but I guess I just get caught up with my assignments and studies too much. I do realize that I'm lucky. At least, I have the privilege of going back home to my family  eventhough if it's only for 2 days. Some people have to endure  long periods of seperation. It's funny how we sometimes forget just how wonderful life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly am blessed and I thank God for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-8465829630473723307?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8465829630473723307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=8465829630473723307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8465829630473723307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8465829630473723307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-token-of-appreciation.html' title='My Token of Appreciation'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-6218555433119035975</id><published>2009-02-06T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:10:28.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Chef and the Penyu</title><content type='html'>Haha. What a day. I don't think I've ever laughed so much like I did approximately 7 hours ago. Chef and I went over to Dr &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penyu's&lt;/span&gt; house today. I drove&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dengan penuh riak dan takbur nye.&lt;/span&gt; Mwahaha. What da hell. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mane de Pak Cik hamzah oi... Risau saya bawak anak pak cik.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. So, anyway I picked Chef up from PGRM before heading to Dr &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penyu's.&lt;/span&gt; I haven't been to her place for quite a while.The last time I went was in 2006. Thank God her house wasn't that far so I still remember where it is. I'm quite useless with directions. NO! NO! Must think positive. I can remember. I know I can. Haha. Well, good luck to me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after welcoming us to her home we broke into a series of bickering, laughing and cursing. Lol. Chef was doing a lot of the cursing. Dr &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penyu&lt;/span&gt; and I did most of the laughing. It was amusing to watch Chef spilling her heart out about her life in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dungun, Terengganu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayat memang x leh bla minah tu. Da la pakai sume merah. Seb bek jeans warna biru. &lt;/span&gt;Still ushering the year of the ox I suppose. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, Dr Penyu's mom invited us to eat and so we happily gobbled up the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fried beehon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daging ashura&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keropok&lt;/span&gt; in between chats and laughter. Thank god no one got choked. Mwahaha. We spend most of the time chatting and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merapu&lt;/span&gt;-ing. I practically enjoyed being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spastik&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. It's been awhile since I've been&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; spastik&lt;/span&gt;. I dunno why. Hmm... And of course any outing with Chef will never be complete without a photo shoot and so like any normal person we posed and act &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spastik&lt;/span&gt; for the camera. Actually I was the only one who was 'woohoo-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gila&lt;/span&gt;' mwahaha. Anyway, we had a great time. I had a great time. I haven't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lepak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merapu&lt;/span&gt; with them for I dunno how long but I did went out with Chef the other day. Both of them will be leaving KL tomorrow. Chef to Dungun and Dr Penyu to Bandung, Indonesia. Sigh. I will indeed miss them. Dunno when I'll see them again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak pe la..Kalau ade rezeki tu adela ye dak?&lt;/span&gt; Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and take care my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sahabat&lt;/span&gt;s! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akan ku doakan kejayaan kalian hingga ke akhir hayat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-6218555433119035975?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6218555433119035975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=6218555433119035975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6218555433119035975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6218555433119035975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/chef-and-penyu.html' title='The Chef and the Penyu'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-3771158163300362297</id><published>2009-01-29T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:50:23.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Nothing All Around Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I've realized that I've not updated anything.. Nothing interesting enough to write anyway. Haha...So this is just one of the many songs that I really like. My current favourite is Just Dance.&lt;br /&gt;Love Lady Gaga. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jadi... Hayatilah lirik nya...Wakaka... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's All Around Me by Flyleaf... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cam radio DJ la plak.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"All Around Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My hands are searching for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My arms are outstretched towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I feel you on my fingertips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My tongue dances behind my lips for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; This fire rising through my being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Burning I'm not used to seeing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I can feel you all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Savoring this heart that's healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My hands float up above me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And you whisper you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I begin to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Into our secret place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The music makes me sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The angels singing say we are alone with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I am alone and they are too with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I can feel you all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Savoring this heart that's healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And so I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The light is white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I can feel you all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Savoring this heart that's healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I give it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Now you own me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; All I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You said you would never leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I can feel you all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Savoring this heart that's healed&lt;/span&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/2224066507176187569-3771158163300362297?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3771158163300362297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=3771158163300362297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3771158163300362297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3771158163300362297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-nothing-all-around-me.html' title='There&apos;s Nothing All Around Me'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-990518106447642027</id><published>2009-01-09T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:22:34.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>A quotation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a tragedy in the sense that any love involves loss, and that's the risk you take. And the greater the love, the greater the loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                          -Brad Pitt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-990518106447642027?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/990518106447642027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=990518106447642027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/990518106447642027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/990518106447642027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2009/01/quotation.html' title='A quotation'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-8732698676334233244</id><published>2008-12-30T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:17:38.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Hit Me Baby One More Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again I have driven my mom's 'baby' car into yet another mishap. I say 'baby' because the Viva is barely a year old. Sigh.Poor child. Barely a year old and already it has scars and now dents all over its body. I bet the car would've committed suicide by now if it was a living thing. But then again, who knows? Maybe it has grown immune to bumping into poles, walls and other cars. It's like a game of football. The players know what they're in for whenever they trod on to the field. Injuries are bound to happen but of course they would want to avoid them if possible. Same goes to yours truly here. But sigh... luck was not on my side and so the 'baby' had to suffer -yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This most unfortunate event started after my short yet stressful visit to Ampang. After dropping my mother at the LRT station near our residence(haha...sounds like I live in a very posh area but no I don't), I drove to Ampang Point with my sister to get some vitamins. This is where the whole thing starts. Nope, not the accident but this was how my seemly good day turned into a not so good day. The place was PACKED LIKE CRAZY! A lot of cars were coming in but none where going out! It's like the Muslims pilgrimage to Mecca I tell you(Haha okay maybe not). I kept hoping and praying that there will be a parking space but there weren't any! Thanks to the massive jam I was rewarded with a headache. Great! Just what I need. And the schorching sun didn't help much either. Thank you&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; green house gases&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making a few rounds aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tawaf&lt;/span&gt; I gave up and decided to head back home. Since my sister was having a sort of allergy on her finger we decided to stop at the clinic near our home. Aha! Now this is where it starts. I was happily driving at a very normal speed...not too fast and not too slow...60km/hour when I finally reached the T-junction. I had to make a right turn so I waited as there was another car infront of me who also wanted to turn right. Once the car infront of me turned, I turned as well because I was pretty sure that I did not see any incoming vehicle on the other lane. And then it happened. As I was turning, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redish&lt;/span&gt; object loomed in front of me and hit my mom's car on the left side. Thank God it wasn't that bad and my sister was okay. It was sort off like a bump but of course it wasn't just a bump for the car. The car was pretty dented on the left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the accident I found a parking spot so I parked the car and what do you know the taxi driver came and asked&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'So macam mane ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; I was just blank. I tell you I was shaking like mad! or in Skipper the penguin's word 'I was shaking like a leaf'.  Hehe. He kept asking how I wanted to solve this problem and I was like clueless.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;' Tak tahu... saya tak pernah kene accident'&lt;/span&gt; Lol. And so he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Call la u punya abang ka ayah ka mak ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;. So I did and when my mom answered I couldn't say a word because if I did tears would come rolling down my cheeks. So I gave the phone to my sister. After my mom negotiated with the taxi driver I payed him RM 100. When I think about it. I don't really think he deserves the 100 bucks because his taxi was still ok. It was my mom's car that looked pretty bad. But he said he would need to replace the bumper with a new one or something so I just payed him to close the subject.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Jangan bawak laju-laju&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me? Who was driving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laju-laju la&lt;/span&gt; uncle? But of course I didn't said anything because I was still shaking. I burst into tears right after I entered the car. My sister went to the clinic but there were a lot of people so she retreated back to the car. After a few minutes, I turned up the radio and drove back home. Nope Britney's song was not on the air waves. Imagine if it had.&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/2224066507176187569-8732698676334233244?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8732698676334233244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=8732698676334233244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8732698676334233244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8732698676334233244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/hit-me-baby-one-more-time.html' title='Hit Me Baby One More Time!'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-3321792894307600141</id><published>2008-12-22T16:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:13:56.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grabbed the Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Art for Grabs event yesterday was somewhat plain yesterday compared to the first one which was held earlier this year. There weren't a lot of people around probably&lt;br /&gt;because it was the second day of the event which really is a blessing because&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to wade through a massive crowd. None of the handmade&lt;br /&gt;items really caught my eye except for the bunny and cat plushies.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I'm not really a fan of plushies but these ones looked&lt;br /&gt;cute and would probably fetch a hefty price.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not that hefty. Items are sold below&lt;br /&gt;RM100 at this event but I'm not the type of person who&lt;br /&gt;splurges on all these 'cute stuff'.&lt;br /&gt;I only splurge on food (only under certain circumstances).&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But I did bought 2 items anyway.&lt;br /&gt;One, for myself and another&lt;br /&gt;for a friend's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SU9RkcdaUwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FKxayEmCD0o/s1600-h/picture+1491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SU9RkcdaUwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FKxayEmCD0o/s320/picture+1491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282530574485574402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://ciyoucolorscity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ciyou Handmade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this purse from Ciyou Handmade for RM 12.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SU9WGNql7-I/AAAAAAAAASA/GQo4tuXSgjs/s1600-h/picture+1490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SU9WGNql7-I/AAAAAAAAASA/GQo4tuXSgjs/s320/picture+1490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282535552676392930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The inner part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pair of ear rings for myself.&lt;br /&gt;They were cheap so I bought a pair.&lt;br /&gt;RM4.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know my camera phone sucks.&lt;br /&gt;And my editing skills aren't much of a help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SU9XCqGHllI/AAAAAAAAASI/7D3uQLXT__A/s1600-h/picture+1495edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SU9XCqGHllI/AAAAAAAAASI/7D3uQLXT__A/s320/picture+1495edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282536591100188242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://sayasukalah.blogspot.com/"&gt;sayasukalah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a fan of the whole hand-made phenomenon then you might wanna check these blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://craftybites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy's Crafty Bites&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://musedarlingcreation.blogspot.com/"&gt;musedarling's creation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-love-ewe.blogspot.com/"&gt;i-love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They were some of the many people who participated in the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2224066507176187569-3321792894307600141?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3321792894307600141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=3321792894307600141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3321792894307600141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3321792894307600141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/grabbed-art.html' title='Grabbed the Art'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SU9RkcdaUwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FKxayEmCD0o/s72-c/picture+1491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-5240867661545067312</id><published>2008-12-18T06:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:27:55.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV and Movies'/><title type='text'>Transported into the Twilight Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKkihTW1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/G6DA55F2ep8/s1600-h/ze+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKkihTW1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/G6DA55F2ep8/s400/ze+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280904398415027026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 things I like in Transporter 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The real star of the show, the Audi A8 (what a beauty)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cool stunts that Mr Frank Martin did with the car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The camera angles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cool and stylish yet life threatening bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natalya Rukakova's hair. But I'm still in love with Olga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKkihTW1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/G6DA55F2ep8/s1600-h/ze+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKkUEcc3I/AAAAAAAAARA/zUbR0ARYoqs/s1600-h/tilting+audi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKkUEcc3I/AAAAAAAAARA/zUbR0ARYoqs/s400/tilting+audi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280904394535891826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2-wheeling, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKkihTW1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/G6DA55F2ep8/s1600-h/ze+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKkAvUBzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/A7bINzwluqk/s1600-h/look+me+in+the+eys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKkAvUBzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/A7bINzwluqk/s400/look+me+in+the+eys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280904389346985778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look me in the eyes you freckled gloom and doom Russian...&lt;br /&gt;erm...Ukrainian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKkOWdBcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PrPvMU0C_j4/s1600-h/love+her+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKkOWdBcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PrPvMU0C_j4/s400/love+her+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280904393000814018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes. Her lovely hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I like about Twilight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The realistic awkwardness between a father and a daughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The chemistry between the two leads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The shot where Bella first saw the Cullens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bella's sense of maturity (She sounds stupid in the book)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kristin Stewart :) Great acting from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKCQTx-XI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rjIzTFHoOhA/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKCQTx-XI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rjIzTFHoOhA/s400/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280903809410922866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough Robert Pattinson wasn't as gorgeous as I expected&lt;br /&gt;him to be but theysure look great together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKCMKaIKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/gnr7qqwzb3w/s1600-h/great+chemistry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKCMKaIKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/gnr7qqwzb3w/s400/great+chemistry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280903808297869474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward when he's not hungry. I think Bella outshines him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKB2TGIuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aElrF65LyF4/s1600-h/tie+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKB2TGIuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aElrF65LyF4/s400/tie+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280903802428728034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had so much hair. It looks better tied up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love these pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKBx7TSXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nXHJzg2iqAo/s1600-h/twilightfairielike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKBx7TSXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nXHJzg2iqAo/s400/twilightfairielike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280903801255184754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKB0cYPzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dGq5lG1x0o0/s1600-h/edward+looking+at+bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKB0cYPzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dGq5lG1x0o0/s400/edward+looking+at+bella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280903801930792754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-5240867661545067312?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5240867661545067312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=5240867661545067312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/5240867661545067312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/5240867661545067312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/ros-is-in-love-with-audi.html' title='Transported into the Twilight Zone'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SUmKkihTW1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/G6DA55F2ep8/s72-c/ze+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-6044026351349441213</id><published>2008-12-05T07:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:27:55.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV and Movies'/><title type='text'>Mad - A - Gas - Car (Haha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SThx2jDsh6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4zVdBbW17yE/s1600-h/stranded+2gether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SThx2jDsh6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4zVdBbW17yE/s400/stranded+2gether.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276092145402152866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha...&lt;/span&gt;and so I've watche it! Madagascar Escape 2 Africa takes of from where we last see these 4 'New Yorkers'. While the previous movie was about their coming to realization how completely clueless they were about the world outside the zoo or 'The Wild', this second movie is about going back to their roots, in other words - AFRICA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's just cut to the chase. I just love this movie. It's just full of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merapu-ing.&lt;/span&gt;Haha. Yes, notice the capitalized 'M'.It's not so much about the storyline but the characters that got me in stitches throughout the movie especially the 4 penguins aka the 'Happy Flappers'  - Skipper, Kowalski, Rico, Private and the ultimate King of Merapu-ness, King Julien. And this movie has a lot of memorable lines that no matter how many times you hear it or repeat it to yourself (haha), laughter would surely proceed afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SThwPuGiIiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/98-_meX2lYE/s1600-h/ambush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SThwPuGiIiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/98-_meX2lYE/s400/ambush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276090378840318498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; My favourite line so was when Skipper told the... I don't know what you call it but I'm just gonna refer it as the 'shaking' doll, haha... you know, those dolls that you put  near the dashboard in your car that shakes? Yup, that one... LOL. And yes, back to the line. Skipper said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why doll, you're shaking like a leaf!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing like hell when that line came out! Their plane was crashing so of course the doll thingy was shaking like mad. And the fact that he called the thing 'Doll' makes it a hell lot funnier. What's even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;merapu&lt;/span&gt; is the part where the Happy Flappers were negotiating with the 'Higher Mammals' aka the monkeys about maternity leave. It's total&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; merapu-ness &lt;/span&gt;I tell you! Aha!There's Skipper's doll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SThxQ1TeqUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BZTlld46X0w/s1600-h/close+ur+eyes+doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SThxQ1TeqUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BZTlld46X0w/s400/close+ur+eyes+doll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276091497465162050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they actually got married in the end. LOL. Noticed the duct tape? Poor gal, had too many accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SThwPvISiEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wWEDpe_OeqY/s1600-h/skipper%27s+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SThwPvISiEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wWEDpe_OeqY/s400/skipper%27s+wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276090379116120130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, who can resist King Julien's charm. This guy I tell you is just full of nonsense and as we've seen in the previous movie, is so full of himself. Only in this movie, he goes more beserk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had only two days to live, I would invade a neighboring country, and force my ideology on them, whether they wanted it or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great politician in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/896/896318/madagascar-escape-2-africa-20080804024503302_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 360px;" src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/896/896318/madagascar-escape-2-africa-20080804024503302_640w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he looks weird without his crown though.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind let him be King. Just imagine if he joined our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sidang Parlimen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yang Berhormat Julien, tarik balik Yang Berhormat...'&lt;br /&gt;'Sila duduk Yang Berhormat...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;He'll be dancing in the Dewan Rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I like to move it, move it!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l196/kahootz1967/madagascar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l196/kahootz1967/madagascar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-6044026351349441213?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6044026351349441213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=6044026351349441213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6044026351349441213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6044026351349441213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/mad-gas-car-haha.html' title='Mad - A - Gas - Car (Haha)'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SThx2jDsh6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4zVdBbW17yE/s72-c/stranded+2gether.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-5942822768535315227</id><published>2008-11-30T08:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:06:41.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woke up at 5.15am. Had coffee. Can't sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Name --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'rumput' is greener on the other side. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where do you live --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheras, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bet I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup2...but not that far &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah. Ahahaha... During math and physics. Thank god I passed the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hehe...yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gila ka apa?&lt;/span&gt; Haha...Nope I only have to wait for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perlu ke tahu? --&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bagus jawapan ko syimah... stalker ke pe?&lt;/span&gt; Well, if you must know most of the time it's messy.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Adik2 ku menjadikan bilik tersebut sebagai workshop mereka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s right beside you --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining table and the sofa. Yup that's how cram it is right here. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggi Asam Laksa&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't know what else to eat for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever had…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chicken pox --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young and innocent. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost count the number of strepsils and sahabat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nelayan &lt;/span&gt;that I've consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just on clothes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha....NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nanti kiter buat lagi ye syimah?hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who was/were…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The last person you danced with --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adik&lt;/span&gt;.Haha.I was trying to burn calories in the middle of the night. Vinod will be so proud of me. Wakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm..sisters &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;did you talk to someone you like --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Everyone is still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to the above question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have an ex nor do i have an axe. Irrelevant. I know. No matter. Proceed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;?No actually. But I will be in a couple of minutes. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who do you really hate --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody. I don't hate people I dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your handwriting --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your toed- nails painted --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Not a fan of nail polishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rela tido kat lantai tanpa bantal. yay!-&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha setuju sgt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. Save money people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why the Sony Disc to phone wont pop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granma. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you eat healthy --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ex and axes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet but at home I'm loud. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really but I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Getting my glasses done.&lt;br /&gt;- Let Asyraf copy my English Paper. Yes I still remember his name. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;- Adding another boy into my crush list. ;)&lt;br /&gt;- Took the PTS test.&lt;br /&gt;- Sitting with my head up in class thanks to my nose bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Fist and for most...save a portion of it.&lt;br /&gt;- Buy tons of books.&lt;br /&gt;- Get a car for both of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;- Go on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;- Make the money work for me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ntah cam ner aku x tau... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Malas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can't stop munching hehe&lt;br /&gt;- A frequent visitor of the toilet&lt;br /&gt;- Tend to get angry at everyone when I'm not in a good mood&lt;br /&gt;- I just eat everything..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 place you lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Subang Jaya&lt;br /&gt;- Jln Hillside Estate, Ampang Jaya&lt;br /&gt;- One Ampang Avenue, Ampang&lt;br /&gt;- Shamelin Bestari Condo&lt;br /&gt;- Shamelin Apartments which really isnt the name of the place but was given by my mom... we&lt;br /&gt; got our mails anyway so no problem.Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 names you tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Whoever wants to this just do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-5942822768535315227?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5942822768535315227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=5942822768535315227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/5942822768535315227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/5942822768535315227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/woke-up-at-515am-had-coffee-cant-sleep.html' title='Woke up at 5.15am. Had coffee. Can&apos;t sleep.'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4269417998381243780</id><published>2008-11-21T07:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:29:09.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bahasa Tercinta'/><title type='text'>Kematangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kematangan.&lt;/span&gt; Sesuatu yang sukar untuk diperjelaskan apatah lagi digambarkan. Maksudnya sudah tentu saja terdapat dalam mana-mana kamus Dewan Bahasa tetapi maksud perkataan itu pastinya berbeza buat setiap individu. Bukan begitu? Entahlah. Tapi yang pasti kematangan tidak boleh diukur oleh umur kerana orang yang telah lanjut usianya pon belum tentu lagi matang pemikirannya. Minda belum merdeka. Haha. Klise sungguh bunyinya. Tetapi inilah hakikat.  Kematangan itu terbentuk apabila kedua-dua otak dan hati digunakan untuk berfikir. Kematangan itu lahir apabila keputusan yang dibuat bukan mengikut hawa nafsu semata-mata. Dan kematangan itu akan lebih menyerlah apabila seseorang itu mengakui kesilapan diri, bukan menuding jari dan terus merperbaiki diri. Tiada siapa yang sempurna di dunia ini. Oleh sebab itu, jadikan kesilapan semalam pengajaran buat hari ini dan hari-hari berikutnya. Aku sendiri tidak pasti jika aku ini telah matang tetapi aku yakin... Aku lebih matang dari semalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-4269417998381243780?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4269417998381243780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4269417998381243780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4269417998381243780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4269417998381243780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/kematangan.html' title='Kematangan'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-606178529903815613</id><published>2008-11-07T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:30:07.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Inkling</title><content type='html'>Tight in the chest. That's how I feel at the moment. As if my chest is being compressed by an alien force. The Dark force  perhaps. Mwahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku melalut&lt;/span&gt;. No matter. Finals are coming... Deadlines are reaching... Things are happening... Is it to late to be singing? Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku pening&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-606178529903815613?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/606178529903815613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=606178529903815613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/606178529903815613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/606178529903815613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/inkling.html' title='Inkling'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-6091099215427492372</id><published>2008-10-24T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:30:07.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Miss Curly Wurly's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My college buddies and I have made &lt;em&gt;Miss Curly Wurly's&lt;/em&gt; still-unpacking-yet-beautiful-home our assignment HQ. It is in this building, specifically in &lt;em&gt;Miss Curly Wurly's&lt;/em&gt; room where we held our so- called 'operations' often working into the wee hours of the night. Those of us who smoke (&lt;em&gt;Miss Curly Wurly&lt;/em&gt; herself and &lt;em&gt;Mr Aloe Vera&lt;/em&gt;) would willingly empty their box of cigarettes whenever pressure strikes. For those who dont smoke (&lt;em&gt;Me, MaduBerdarah, Yellow Aunty,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Petani&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Thambi&lt;/em&gt;) we would either discuss other unrelated issues or amuse ourselves by watching Gizmo the Cat. If none of that works, well we could always jumped into the pool which is just one level down Ms CW's balcony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHqy-LoAiI/AAAAAAAAALk/l3BVZwGgG4U/s1600-h/picture+1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260744001151566370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHqy-LoAiI/AAAAAAAAALk/l3BVZwGgG4U/s400/picture+1340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Introducing &lt;em&gt;Miss Curly Wurly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHoeLLArZI/AAAAAAAAALU/OKWzzyYOAyo/s1600-h/picture+1338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260741444838141330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHoeLLArZI/AAAAAAAAALU/OKWzzyYOAyo/s400/picture+1338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her Living Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHoeNZ5DSI/AAAAAAAAALM/RpjKLRFekWo/s1600-h/picture+1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260741445437426978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHoeNZ5DSI/AAAAAAAAALM/RpjKLRFekWo/s400/picture+1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260741415886254754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHocfUV8qI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1zyQ6FKAGbs/s400/picture+1334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Petani Berjaya&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Ms CW's&lt;/em&gt; mode of transportation.&lt;br /&gt;No more tractors for &lt;em&gt;Encik Petani.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHodGoUARI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1oYVpyQtGlE/s1600-h/picture+1336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260741426438996242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHodGoUARI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1oYVpyQtGlE/s400/picture+1336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somewhere near the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHodlME26I/AAAAAAAAALE/HfRRzne4G3E/s1600-h/picture+1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260741434642062242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHodlME26I/AAAAAAAAALE/HfRRzne4G3E/s400/picture+1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on our HQ please contact &lt;em&gt;Miss Curly Wurly&lt;/em&gt; herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2224066507176187569-6091099215427492372?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6091099215427492372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=6091099215427492372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6091099215427492372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6091099215427492372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/10/miss-curly-wurlys-home.html' title='Miss Curly Wurly&apos;s Home'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SQHqy-LoAiI/AAAAAAAAALk/l3BVZwGgG4U/s72-c/picture+1340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-7551041007403457583</id><published>2008-10-18T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:30:07.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Birthday Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the photos as promised.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258399253785253602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmWQtkMluI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V7e-6ek3cf4/s200/picture-1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;from Farah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmWRMJk4UI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mu2F6WTWrqY/s1600-h/picture+1338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258399261995098434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmWRMJk4UI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mu2F6WTWrqY/s200/picture+1338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from Hani&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmWRQ4z6EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/inOGY3rWHnE/s1600-h/picture+1336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258399263266957378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmWRQ4z6EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/inOGY3rWHnE/s200/picture+1336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the lovely train set&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258396930139511522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmUJdT4WuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0CP3vO7-ySA/s200/picture+1335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmUJnSnNSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OHyYpbl1qyQ/s1600-h/picture-1321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258396932818548002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmUJnSnNSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OHyYpbl1qyQ/s200/picture-1321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmUKKN-62I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ogE73jovXL8/s1600-h/picture+1334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258396942194371426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmUKKN-62I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ogE73jovXL8/s200/picture+1334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the unwrapping process&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmUKTH-EgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FmasXDseFi4/s1600-h/picture+1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258396944585069058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmUKTH-EgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FmasXDseFi4/s200/picture+1351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258396950192807330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmUKoA9XaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TClOmL6yjto/s200/picture+1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;from Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-7551041007403457583?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7551041007403457583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=7551041007403457583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7551041007403457583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7551041007403457583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-photoshoot.html' title='Birthday Photoshoot'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SPmWQtkMluI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V7e-6ek3cf4/s72-c/picture-1348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4456907527884568279</id><published>2008-10-13T07:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:30:07.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Choo...Choo..Next stop, Station 19</title><content type='html'>As I'm typing this, I am greatly restraining myself from just slumping my head at the computer desk. What's wrong with my coffee today? Come on buddy, arouse me! Ignite my senses or whatever it is they say in the ads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 days since I've undergone yet another year of &lt;em&gt;'proses penuaan'&lt;/em&gt; (I like how you put it Chef! Hehe). To tell you the truth, I would've forgotten entirely (alright, maybe not entirely)  about my birthday if not for the &lt;em&gt;'merpati dua sejoli'&lt;/em&gt;. Can you believe they actually discussed about buying my present in front of me? Of course they didn't reveal the details but they seem to enjoy bringing up the subject whenever possible. &lt;em&gt;'Ko mesti ske nye la bende tu' ...'You nak bagi hadiah dia bile?... 'Kita org nak beli present  ko ari ni'&lt;/em&gt;  Haha. So much for element of surprise huh? On the contrary, I was very much surprised when I unwrapped the present that those 2 plus Farah (whom they've managed to rope in into this scheme) gave me. I was laughing my head of when I saw it. It was a train set! A bloody real train set unlike the imaginary ones in my head. I remembered mentioning one or two times that I would really love to have a train set and maybe some car models or the double decker bus one day and display it in my house. And what do you know, these 2 cartoons actually remembered that I like trains and what's even more surprising is that they actually bought it! Haha... I just love you guys. Possibly the best couple that I've ever known in my entire life. But then again, you guys are probably the only couple that I know much about. Haha. Thanks a lot and thank you everyone who wished me: Chef, Wicked Witch of the East and West and all you facebook people who suddenly contacted me on my birthday after a long period of silence. I'll post pictures next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless All Of YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-4456907527884568279?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4456907527884568279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4456907527884568279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4456907527884568279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4456907527884568279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/10/choochoonext-stop-station-19.html' title='Choo...Choo..Next stop, Station 19'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4012170344401665239</id><published>2008-09-20T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:39:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>I haven't done this in a very long time so &lt;em&gt;nah tgk ar:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tag you is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuan hamba!!!&lt;/em&gt; bloodyhoney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Beliau merupakan sahabat hamba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Funny, talkative(haha), out spoken, crazy n she's pretty good at &lt;em&gt;pantun &lt;/em&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hmm..lending her kettle?lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I don't like getting on the bus with these uncivilized people!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would kiss her and I would like it :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Make her live with the 'uncivilized'..mwahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She stealing Gunawan from me! &lt;em&gt;waduh gawat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Honestly, i dunno. &lt;em&gt;Sedih btul&lt;/em&gt;.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She is one of a kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A few of them call me &lt;em&gt;mak cik&lt;/em&gt; n housewife so go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm an optimist and &lt;em&gt;aku jarang emo.&lt;/em&gt; hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate yourself are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't stop once I start eating and I can be very lazy when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A successful woman who can make people happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What's up? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 5 persons that you wished to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Must I do this?ok..hani, josh, syimah, ikin, vinod...hani n josh has done this though. haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lantak la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no.1 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No 2 aka my tambi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no.4 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no.3 and 5 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aha! yoda will grow fat. No 3 is an aspiring chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Architecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Long time ago when she dropped by to give me the &lt;em&gt;batang keladi.&lt;/em&gt; We mostly communicate&lt;br /&gt;through friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What kind of music band does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She likes all those korean n japanese pop/rock music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Does no.1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Will you woo no.2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No 1 would kill me. My tambi la how can woo woo..aiyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How about no.4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Haha.I'll pass. No offense ikin. &lt;em&gt;I x reti la mengorat org&lt;/em&gt;.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is no.1 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is the surname of no.3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hamzah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Does no.1 and 5 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They've never met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lingkupwing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Talk something casually about no.1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She really, really hates the uncivilized..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you tried developing feelings for no.3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've loved her since day one.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Where does no.5 live at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Erm..&lt;em&gt;alamak&lt;/em&gt; i forgot la.. i know it's near the tawakal hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What colour does no.2 like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dunno.haha.black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are no.3 and 1 best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Does no.3 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not that I know of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Is no.1 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think i'll let no 2 answer that ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is no.5 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Probably at his tuition class trying to catch some 'fish' if u know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-4012170344401665239?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4012170344401665239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4012170344401665239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4012170344401665239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4012170344401665239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-3335860046693515655</id><published>2008-09-14T16:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:30:07.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>F for Fascination... F for Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People have always fascinate - and to mention disgust - me. Their lives, their characteristics, their beliefs and judgements make them interesting as no two person are the same. Even twins have their own differences despite the common notion that they 'act and think alike'. Honestly, can we really tell if Mary-Kate would jumped of a ship should Ashley accidentally went off board? And would Ashley do the same for her twin? We can't can we? Because nothing is for certain and people aren't always predictable. People, are like kaleidoscopes - colourful and as I said unpredictable because every time you turn the tube,different patterns and colours emerge. Which is why I have come to love them. They inspire me, they provoke my thoughts and most importantly their lives' history serve as lessons for this feeble writer... or should I say blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with this fascination that I felt very honoured when on a warm Friday afternoon, my father told me that he would probably need my help in penning his memoir. He is in the midst of collecting whatever paraphernalia he can find for this latest project of his. Actually, he didn't directly asked for my help that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;This was more or less how the conversation(translated of course because we were speaking in Bahasa Malaysia) went that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I plan to write a - what do you call that? Memo? Is it memo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Memoir, papa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Ah, yes. I plan to do that so that I can leave a legacy when I'm gone. So that my children, grandchildren, and grand-grand children will know about me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- silence -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'But I have no time to do it. I need to find someone good enough to write it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Eye brows raised-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'You can do it right? I'll jot down the points - you can do it during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Right?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nods.'Yup'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And he smiled. I can't begin to describe how I felt at that time. I have always wanted to write a memoir of a person, my grandmother to be exact. But that would be quite a challenge as I don't know much about her besides that she is a very wonderful person and the stories that she had told me. Perhaps I shall one day. I could even write about my entire family. That reamins to be seen. For now I am looking forward lo learn and to continue to be fascinated by my father.&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/2224066507176187569-3335860046693515655?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3335860046693515655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=3335860046693515655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3335860046693515655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3335860046693515655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/09/f-for-fascination-f-for-father.html' title='F for Fascination... F for Father'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-2074414282650277091</id><published>2008-09-01T08:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:30:07.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Relative matters... I survived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LIVE TO TELL THE TALE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What a dramatic opening. Yes, I managed to survive in Melaka. Admittedly, it was quite awkward at the beginning but thanks to the hospitality of my Pak Wa and Mak Wa as well as the friendliness of my other uncles, aunts and cousins, everything was fine. At least, that's what I think. I don't know what they think of my sister and myself (The youngest did not follow us) especially if they saw me 'wrestled' the lamb chop with my yellow teeth before I mashed my extremely hot baked potato with a piece of the lamb's bone. The potato just got of the grill so of course it was untouchable. I was only being practical when I used the bone. What do you want me to do? Sit around while I wait for it to cool off like what our &lt;em&gt;Kemahiran Hidup&lt;/em&gt; text book says? Remember the book? I'm not sure it was for which form but according to the book, or rather the author of the book...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'One should starve one's self less he look like an idiot by blowing his &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;food'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(No offense what so ever to the author. This is a mere intepretation by an unqualified loony)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then again, I do see the rationale behind the 'no-blowing-your-food' rule. Imagine you're having a meal and you decided that you're food, say Nasi Lemak for instance, was hot. You took a spoonful of rice with the sambal, anchovies etc and brought it close to your lips. In the midst of you cooling it by the act of blowing, your saliva flies out of your mouth and... good heavens.. landed on the face of the person sitting across you! What a waste of enzyme! But it's a different story if that person is your evil mother -in- law. God, I hope I don't get an evil one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Moving on, contrary to what I thought, not many turned up for the engagement. I suppose it was because the reception was held on a Sunday. Kids gotta go to school the next day ya know. It was a blessing actually because that means that I have time to get to now more about my cousins who were there. Imgine if all of them turned up (I have about 90 cousins). I wouldn't be able to remember who's kids they are let alone their names! The ones that I'd met are mostly pursuing their tertiary education doing law, business, physics and mechanical engineering. Look at what I'm doing - Professional Communication. A stark contrast no? Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Most of my relatives on my father's side are successful people who come from you know those typical yet rewarding background i.e. medical, engineering, law, education etc. Of course that is not to say that what I'm doing wouldn't be rewarding. I'm sure it will. I hope.Haha. My sisters and I are probably the only ones who are into the art stuff like writing, drawing, music etc and it is most likely that we will make them as a career. If this is so, we will bloody hell stand out! Wow. &lt;em&gt;Dahla anak Pak Long... stand out habis... Ini sesuatu yang membanggakan&lt;/em&gt;! This calls for a celebration! Pardon my looniness &lt;em&gt;di pagi hari&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Al maklumlah&lt;/em&gt;, first day of puasa. &lt;em&gt;Tak cukup nutrien.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed myself and I especially loved the guest house where me and my other relatives stayed. My uncle works for the state government so he and his family stays at this quite pretty government complex. Told ya they were successful. Sigh, pressure, pressure. Haha. Here are some of the pics that I took. I took quite a few pics but as usual they have nothing to do with the engagement so I shall not post them here as they are considered irrelevant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240852155077872626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLs_RI_By_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/31thrz6TKe4/s200/picture+1018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Guest House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240852159864399458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLs_Ra0OZmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_qKJT3cct0k/s200/picture+1028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This was where my sis and I slept&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love the bed sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240852162124047090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLs_RjO94vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uhXvvKLtQ0s/s200/picture+1016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That's a pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLs_R0S1ADI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0-MSDWOJO0U/s1600-h/picture+1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240852166703644722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLs_R0S1ADI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0-MSDWOJO0U/s200/picture+1021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Entourage from both sides&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My father was the &lt;em&gt;'wakil sebelah pihak perempuan'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seronok dia buat pantun&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLs_R48vo7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Qk2wXTI1004/s1600-h/picture+1051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240852167953195954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLs_R48vo7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Qk2wXTI1004/s200/picture+1051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hantaran&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;pihak perempuan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240853511233161538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLtAgFDpSUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GVWxlmWsRPQ/s200/picture+1029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 'inedible' cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240853518363735570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLtAgfntNhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FF0V-1uDruo/s200/picture+1013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tepak sirih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLtAgkm6TCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-kQdTG-tNlw/s1600-h/picture+1035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240853519702576162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLtAgkm6TCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-kQdTG-tNlw/s200/picture+1035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bunga rampai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLtAglQXC-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/tzmZOWKciC4/s1600-h/picture+1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240853519876426722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLtAglQXC-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/tzmZOWKciC4/s200/picture+1054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A very tense Kak Wani.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She hated those fake camel eye lashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLtAglQXC-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/tzmZOWKciC4/s1600-h/picture+1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLtAg0FFYBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mjgaZzD08As/s1600-h/picture+1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240853523855663122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLtAg0FFYBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mjgaZzD08As/s200/picture+1060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend in need is a friend indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-2074414282650277091?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2074414282650277091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=2074414282650277091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2074414282650277091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2074414282650277091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/09/relative-matters-i-survived.html' title='Relative matters... I survived!'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SLs_RI_By_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/31thrz6TKe4/s72-c/picture+1018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-1353009275368892088</id><published>2008-08-23T00:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:47:40.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Family matters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I hardly knew mine, especially on my father's side. I know most of my mother's who are actually not related to us. They are my grandmother's close friends and cousins. My grandmother was an only child so it is these people whom she regards as family. My father on the other hand comes from a huge family. There are 15 of them altogether and my father is the eldest. Which means he is very old. Haha. Out of his 14 siblings, I think I probably only know half of them. I can identify the other half as the product of Hj Johari(my late grandfather) and erm his wives'(he has 2 or 3 wives..I'm not so sure myself) but I have no idea what their names are. What's even worst is that since we are Malays, I need to address them according to their appropriate &lt;em&gt;panggilan&lt;/em&gt; which can be quite mind boggling actually because I don't know who shot out from my late grandma's..I mean..granmas' uterus first! &lt;em&gt;Mak Su, Mak Lang, Pak Lang, Pak Ngah&lt;/em&gt; ... Sigh... It's an uphill task I tell you, to remember their names and such especially for someone like me who often becomes blur at times when I shouldn't. Oh and let's not forget that they have children! Aiyo... I do not know the exact number of cousins that I have but I can tell you that they are many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the spirit of bringing the family closer, my father had decided to surprised my sisters and I by telling us that he would want to bring all 3 of us to Melaka tomorrow for one of our cousin's engagement ceremony. He broke the news to me first. We were on our back home from my hostel when he asked the amount of assignments that I have. I said I have a lot to do eventhough it wasn't that much really. Just a few essay drafts but it involves cracking your brain for ideas and it usually takes quite some time for my brain to get cracking. Which is why I have some side activities lined up while waiting for inspiration. Among them are scratching my head, doodling, looking around, jumping around...eh no. That's Tee Song Yan. Haha. And a few others &lt;em&gt;la...&lt;/em&gt; So I was not lying to my father when I said that I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INDEED&lt;/span&gt; have a lot of things to do eventhough they are not assignment related. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The function is on Sunday but we're leaving tomorrow afternoon and will be spending the night there. I have yet to know where exactly we will lay our heads tomorrow night but it doesn't matter really. As long as it's comfortable enough. Although I'm not to keen on the idea of spending the night at my uncle or aunty's place. The thing about family gatherings is that it's like a socialite's party. Absolutely every single thing about you will be scrutinized by them. Your manners, the way you dress, the way you speak...Everything! And I'm no socialite! Heck, I don't even socialise that much. I would really love to say that I don't give a fcuk about what people think about me but I can't because I do care. Not that much. Just a tiny bit. And &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; I somehow messed up, it is not only me who will face the clucking tongues of my &lt;em&gt;mak ciks&lt;/em&gt; but my parents as well! Great! Just great! I don't want to think too much about tomorow because it's just poitless. Why burden your head with unnecessary thoughts. And besides I'm quite an optimist so here's hoping that me and my sisters dont messed up tomorrow and the day after. May the force be with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-1353009275368892088?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1353009275368892088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=1353009275368892088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1353009275368892088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1353009275368892088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-matters.html' title='Family matters!'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-6668585234710276530</id><published>2008-08-21T11:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:36:50.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Dengue Dilemma</title><content type='html'>People have been asking me to update my blog. Eh, no. Only Ikin. Haha. I'm actually too lazy to type anything. Not in the mood for writing. Sigh. Well, since I have nothing to do now (my class is at 1pm which is another 2 hours...&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;seronoknya 2 jam of boredom&lt;/span&gt;)why don't I just blab something over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for classes last week due. Nope I did not&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; ponteng.&lt;/span&gt; I'm a good student. Missing classes makes me feel uneasy. Haha. Anyway, I had a fever last Tuesday and I immediately the subject of dengue popped up in my head and guess what I was right! My 2 sisters was also down with dengue but they have long recovered so I suppose it's just a matter of time before a bloody mosquito decides to bite me and bring down my platlet level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I did not have classes the next day although I was feeling much better. But you see, the thing about dengue is that it makes you feel highly uncomfortable. At times you'll feel very sick (that's when you have fever) and at other times you'll feel perfectly fine! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ape bengong sangat penyakit ni?&lt;/span&gt; But of course, I didn't know that at that time so I thought since I'm already okay why not I just join the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;merpati dua sejoli&lt;/span&gt; for the movie. We were going to watch Batman and Josh had bought the tickets so I didn't want my ticket to go to waste. And so I went to IOI with them on that lovely Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't turned out quite so lovely actually. I was feeling nausea and my head was spinning. What's weird is that I was fine throughout the movie. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ngade-ngade betul.&lt;/span&gt; Hehe. I guess it was because I was sitting the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling very sick while waiting for the Rapid bus which is not so rapid. When I've reached my hostel I just flunked myself on the bed and tried to sleep. Of course I couldn't. My temperature shot up again. My father finally fetched me after I unsuccessfully called him a few times and we went straight to Ampang Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got the chance to see the doctor he said that they couldn't take my blood sample at that time. I need to have fever for at least 3 days before they can take my blood sample and check whether it's dengue or some other crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past..8 days I think, I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ulang-alik &lt;/span&gt;to the hospital, getting poked by needles until both my hands bruised which is very normal actually. I never knew that poking needles into your skin can cause bruises. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nampak macam mangsa penderaan.&lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on the 10th day..I'm not sure actually...I lost count... I was finally okay. My platlet level was normal. It was around 253000 or so I think. Before that it was around 80 000-100 000. The normal human being's platlet level is around 150 000 if I heard the doctor correctly. Go and google it yourself. And the next day I went to Tioman. Hahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-6668585234710276530?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6668585234710276530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=6668585234710276530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6668585234710276530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6668585234710276530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/08/dengue-dilemma.html' title='Dengue Dilemma'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-7432015457295083189</id><published>2008-07-26T22:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:31:44.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>New but not necessarily improved hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the salon yesterday and promptly showed this pic to the stylist and he said &lt;em&gt;"Oh macam ni, ade banyak layer-layer kan... Tapi untuk awak kite buat panjang sikit sebab kalau pendek tak sesuai". "Okay" &lt;/em&gt;I said as I thought well, he's the expert... he knows what he's doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SIs5Wn7f-CI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yIALYwXk3ag/s1600-h/long_hairstyles_05_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227334853332039714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SIs5Wn7f-CI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yIALYwXk3ag/s200/long_hairstyles_05_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 hour and 3o minutes later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SIs5XBGN6MI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m1t4q1YbZK4/s1600-h/picture+951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227334860087879874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SIs5XBGN6MI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m1t4q1YbZK4/s200/picture+951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, pretty different no? Sigh... Not that I'm upset or anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't get upset easily. Hehe. Hair grows anyway. No biggy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My grandma could only laugh when I told her that I look &lt;em&gt;lagi cina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. My sister, ever the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ter &lt;/span&gt;(is there even such a word) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decided to play around with my new hair and so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227334866916179570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SIs5XaiNfnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UF_n1NQvtpk/s200/picture+940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SIs5XR321-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/cebOewOZK5Q/s1600-h/picture+938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227334864591050722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SIs5XR321-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/cebOewOZK5Q/s200/picture+938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227334872101977234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SIs5Xt2mfJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pRQL522QSvE/s200/picture+944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope I look younger now :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I might attempt that at college if I'm not lazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ah, but I'll need a hairdryer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lece betul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the fact that I wear glasses just ruins the look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SIs9VjJC2_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/e2jUyIXSJNo/s1600-h/picture+966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227339232913316850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SIs9VjJC2_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/e2jUyIXSJNo/s200/picture+966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how I look today after I washed all that hairspray. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Both of my sisters said that I looked like a guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha. Great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love how guys' look anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thier clothes, their hair and their oh so gorgeous &lt;em&gt;urat-urat di tangan.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My hair reminds me of Joe Dirt's hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Puffy at the top. Long and thin at the bottom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mine is no that puffy though. I'll need hairspray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SItAezT1ogI/AAAAAAAAAH0/83QNneJahjM/s1600-h/joe+dirt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227342690407260674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SItAezT1ogI/AAAAAAAAAH0/83QNneJahjM/s200/joe+dirt.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and side burns too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gonna post some more crazy pics on myspace, friendster and maybe facebook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-7432015457295083189?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7432015457295083189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=7432015457295083189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7432015457295083189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7432015457295083189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-but-not-necessariyl-improved-hair.html' title='New but not necessarily improved hair'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SIs5Wn7f-CI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yIALYwXk3ag/s72-c/long_hairstyles_05_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-6193181040522893159</id><published>2008-07-14T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:29:09.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bahasa Tercinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV and Movies'/><title type='text'>Tidak Kesepian</title><content type='html'>Hari ni tidak jauh bezanya dari hari-hari yang lain. Aku lakukan tugas-tugasku seperti hari-hari cuti yang lain. Apa yang membuatkan hari ni best adalah sebab hari ni hujan. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Syok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; je aku layan katil. 2 jam aku tidur. &lt;em&gt;Giler&lt;/em&gt; layan. Hehe. Siap mimpi tu. Ape ntah yang aku mimpi. Mengarut betul. Mula-mula mimpi pasal monyet 'attack' kepala adik aku. Pas tu mimpi... hmm... ntah. Tak ingat. Tapi pelik gak ar. Bangun-bangun, mak aku bawak balik goreng pisang ngan teh tarik. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chantek&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Memang diriku selalu kebuluran tatkala bangkit dari tidur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Ape lagi... Kami 5 branak balun goreng pisang ngan teh tarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bile perut dah kenyang, mak ku mengeluarkan statement berikut... 'Jom gi tgk sepi'. So aku, mak ngan adik pon gi la ke Galaxy Ampang, port wayang kami. Haih... tapi sayang... Aku berasa tidak puas hati dengan filem tersebut. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku pergi dengan harapan yang tinggi menggunung tapi apa yang aku dapat? Kedukaan yang melampau!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sekali lagi aku tertipu oleh trailer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X sepi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; langsung filem tu... Ok la..adela rase sedih. Hatiku seperti hati manusia-manusia lain juga... Bukan diperbuat daripada batu. Tapi tak de la sedih sangat cerita nya. Cuma yang aku suka part Afdlin Shauki sebab part dia lawak. Hehe. Selain itu, cinematography dia pon agak cun. &lt;em&gt;Scene&lt;/em&gt; kegemaranku time Vanidah Imran ngan Afdlin main balin-baling bende kat dapur. Memang cute&lt;em&gt; scene&lt;/em&gt; tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara keseluruhan ceritanya boleh tahan la.Ramai yang berpendapat bahawa filem ini amat menyentuh jiwa dan tidak kurang juga yang menganggap bahawa filem ini adalah antara filem yang terbaik yang terdapat di Malaysia. Entahlah, aku lebih suka filem Khabir Bhatia yang dulu, 'Cinta'. Aku rase filem tu lagi menusuk kalbu. Haih...xpe2..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lain orang lain lidahnya ye dak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yang penting jangan biarkan diri anda diselubungi sepi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-6193181040522893159?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6193181040522893159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=6193181040522893159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6193181040522893159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/6193181040522893159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/07/tidak-kesepian.html' title='Tidak Kesepian'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-5484080914292809748</id><published>2008-07-07T20:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:45:45.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I hope this is a STRAIGHT to the point post.</title><content type='html'>One of the few tv ads that have caught my attention was the New Straits Times ad about secondary school boys who belittled their friend who was reading an English newspaper(NST of course) on the bus. After watching it, I couldn't help feeling a bit flabbergasted. Lol. Pardon the choice of words. Do people (us,Malaysians to be precise) in this modern era still view the English language negatively? Looking at the ad, I suppose there are still a few of us who feel that way. My guess is that they have yet to realize how important the language is. People need to understand that being proficient in both writen and spoken English is no longer a mark of 'how far up you are in the social class' but a NECESSITY if one wishes to survive in this ever competitive world of ours. Where would &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'You straight... you don't belok-belok'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lead you? Certainly not to the path of riches and glory. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the ad. The ad reminded me of myself approximately 10 years ago whe I was in primary school. I first received my primary education at a private primary school in KL. Naturally, I could speak in English fairly well as everyone used it. This is not to say that I am absolutely useless when it comes to BM because I do speak in Bahasa Malaysia at home especially to my grandma. She speakes in &lt;em&gt;loghat&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;utara&lt;/em&gt; some more! So, &lt;em&gt;hampa jangan kuang ajaq na...sat ni aku bubuh cabai dalam mulut baru hampa tau!&lt;/em&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day in the month of May, my parents(I suspect my grandma was also involved in this) decided to transfer me to a &lt;em&gt;sekolah kebangsaan.&lt;/em&gt; I was in standard two at that time. I'm not quite sure what made them do it but I think it was because of the longer school hours at the private school. And so I went there. The school was also much closer to my home. I guess I adapted pretty well for a new kid because I don't remember getting into trouble with the other kids in my class. Either that or my memory has indeed gone faulty. I think I prefer the afforementioned statement. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything when well until I decided to talk in English. Immediately, a few of the girls in my class hissed at me and my other friend. Both of us were merely doing what we were told to by our English teacher (whose name I've forgotten) which was to practise speaking in English. &lt;em&gt;'Eleh... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; konon'.&lt;/em&gt; I don't remember if I had actually reacted to their statement but given my shy and non-agressive nature, I suppose I didn't. Yup, I'm not much of a fighter. But the weird thing is, none of these girls (may I call them bitches?lol) have any problems coming up to me whenever they have problems with their English homework. Haih...humans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to you girls my English has deteriorated! Lol. Joking. Joking. I fully hold myself accountable because unlike you people, I am an angel. LOL. No matter, all is not lost. I will continue to improve my grasp of the language for as long as my memory is intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rumput is ashamed to admit that she has never been to the National Monument. She has also yet to reach rumah Cik Maimon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-5484080914292809748?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5484080914292809748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=5484080914292809748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/5484080914292809748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/5484080914292809748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hope-this-is-straight-to-point-post.html' title='I hope this is a STRAIGHT to the point post.'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-1597954087264237182</id><published>2008-06-29T18:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:33:03.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>(Car)efree Soul</title><content type='html'>The coffee drinker is proud of herself. Up to this hour she has driven the Viva for almost 4 hours. It woudn't mean anything to anyone else but to the coffee drinker, this was something great, an accomplishment. She has managed to conquer or rather hid her fear of manouvring a 4-wheel vehicle. The roads looked less terrying to the bespectacled coffee drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, anxiety always manages to seize the coffee drinker's mind, body and even soul whenever her mother and her mother's mother asked the coffee drinker to venture on to the roads. As the coffee drinker was determined to put a stop to all this 'anxiety' nonsense, she recalled a very usefull advice from a woman who has gone through a great deal of things in life, Janice Dickinson. She recalled an episode where Abby, Janice's Liverpoolian protege, was in a state of panic when Janice said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' You're not scared. It's adrenaline.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are not entirely accurate but that was the important message. And so, the coffee drinker always tell herself that it is adrenaline and not fear that was seeping into her mind about 1 or 2 hours before she trades the comfort and safety of her home for the vehicle that is almost never parked in an approprite fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was different. Today, the coffee drinker has a reason to smile for she had managed to stay calm and collected as she drove to Ampang Point where her sister goes for Violin lessons.&lt;br /&gt;The coffee drinker even managed to find a parking lot without almost crashing herself into other cars and parked the Viva. The parking was not excellent but for a timid young adult such as herself, it was more than enough. At least that was what the coffee drinker thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee drinker made 2 stops before heading home. One, was at the supermarket and the other at the clinic. The coffee drinker and her family had ran out eggs yesterday, depriving them of making &lt;em&gt;cucur udang&lt;/em&gt; so that was where she went. The clinic was where the coffee drinker went next for her grandmother was in need of some medication and since the pharmacy was closed (The coffee drinker actually had the nerve to forget that it was a Sunday), the clinic was the next best thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-1597954087264237182?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1597954087264237182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=1597954087264237182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1597954087264237182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1597954087264237182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/06/carefree-soul.html' title='(Car)efree Soul'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-1487896212236818438</id><published>2008-06-23T08:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:37:07.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Rat - tling Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF79RU0JjuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/H2LlQhuc8-M/s1600-h/remy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214883892628655842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF79RU0JjuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/H2LlQhuc8-M/s200/remy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a month since my family and I moved from the 3rd floor to the ground floor of the apartment that we rented. Although I don't deny that I much preferred living 'up above' than living 'closer to earth' for the living 'environment' was slightly better compared to down here. But so far, things have been alright up until a few minutes ago. An uninvited guest took the trouble to 'surprise' me during one my 'finest' moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this. I was busy doing my 'business' in the toilet (On second thought, don't trouble yourself) when a rat decided to make a grand entrance via the gap between the toilet door and the floor, making squeeks which I assumed to be cute in nature before proceeding to hide behind the erm...&lt;em&gt;kolah air&lt;/em&gt;. What do you call a 'kolah' in English? I do not know who was more terried. Me, who fear all animal species, insects included...or the rat who caught me offguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the rat's appearance was a huge put off to my toilet experience. Before this (on the 3rd floor), the only visitors that I get were from the roaches(They still do visit me from time to time) and lizards which after awhile I come to being accustomed to. I don't know how long it will take me to grow accustom to the visit or visits(I pray not) of the rodent or rodents (Yipes!) around the house. It would be easier if the rodent is cute and exceptionally talented like Remy from Ratatouille. Imagine the many dishes he and his buddies could whip up. I wonder if he can make Nasi Lemak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-1487896212236818438?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1487896212236818438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=1487896212236818438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1487896212236818438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1487896212236818438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/06/rat-tling-experience.html' title='Rat - tling Experience'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF79RU0JjuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/H2LlQhuc8-M/s72-c/remy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4490562229086602396</id><published>2008-06-21T00:53:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:21:23.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Date with the Tour Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214341201116774002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0PshY_vnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1yHoXrEY-yY/s200/picture+819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eventhough I was still on the bus and was a few good metres away from the bus stop, I could easily tell that the 'mak cik' who was waiting for me at the bus stop was Tiqa. As I disembarked from the bus, I couldn't help feeling that my stripy tank with matching ear rings, grey hoody and tight jeans seems to be a little bit too dressed up compared to her modest long-sleeve grey shirt and 3 quatre length jeans. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ko nampak berbelang'&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; she said. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Yep, macam zebra'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I replied. Sigh... Tiqa, Tiqa. Ever the critic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I haven't been to the place for ages (I think the last time I went was during my early primary school days), Tiqa was more than happy to be my tour guide. First up was MPH. Haha. What a way to start the itenary. After a few more sight-seeings (more like window shopping) we stopped for lunch at the Arena where I had Tiqa's most recommended dish, pan mee. I never knew what pan mee is. Turns out it has the physique of the keoy teow noodle only slightly smaller in size and the texture is somewhat doughier? Lol. No idea how to describe it. I can only guess that the other dishes taste as great as my pan mee soup as people were making a beeline for the stall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was proceeded with dessert. I bought two pieces of kueh nyonya which costed me RM 1.80. Tiqa didn't want to miss out so she bought herself&lt;em&gt; sotong&lt;/em&gt; balls. Or was it prawn balls? Hmm...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yang penting balls la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And so the both of us continued our journey, entering some of Tiqa's favourite shops. Many of them were souvenier shops. We fooled around at the clothes section for awhile, taking expensive clothes on the rack and trying them on in the fitting room before&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...jeng jeng jeng...&lt;/span&gt;out comes the phone. Hehe. It was at this point that I finally come to the realisation on how old I look with my long hair. Haih...never mind. I'll chop it off before the next sem starts. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0iKp-CfzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XUzn5hhZHWw/s1600-h/picture+822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214361510025002802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0iKp-CfzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XUzn5hhZHWw/s200/picture+822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0iKoWqmpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ydwxeKL4UNY/s1600-h/picture+814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214361509591423634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0iKoWqmpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ydwxeKL4UNY/s200/picture+814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0iKfiMNrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nnJCkAJ61vw/s1600-h/picture+823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214361507223844530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0iKfiMNrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nnJCkAJ61vw/s200/picture+823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our touring brought us to another food outlet which is the Big Apple. I wanted to give their doughnuts a try since I've had J.Co a few days before. I randomly picked half a dozen of them and Tiqa bought 2, a kiwi and a very chocolaty flavoured one. We sat down for a while on the many chairs that were available at OU (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'See, this is wat's great about OU, we hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0klRDb_iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ebIy3HaLFQ8/s1600-h/picture+821.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214364166216482338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0klRDb_iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ebIy3HaLFQ8/s200/picture+821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e plenty if sits'&lt;/span&gt;..haha..&lt;em&gt;nak jugak promote&lt;/em&gt;) and enjoy the doughnuts. At least we tried to. Tiqa's chocolate doughnut was so chocolaty that she gave up and had me eat it instead. As a result, I have chocolate all around my mouth.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0klCXNdMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NhOxCUqduNY/s1600-h/picture+801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214364162272883906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0klCXNdMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NhOxCUqduNY/s200/picture+801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We entered a few more shops and then it was time for me to head home but not before having another snack. The tour guide was so eager for me to try this Japanese food. What's it called...erm.. Tako tao? Yup, I think that's it. Correct me if I'm wrong for I have a bad memory. They were 3 balls (Tiqa seems to like ball shaped foods) filled with prawns and topped with fish flakes and some sauce which I could not identify.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0mYupe9nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2ZFwil9HElQ/s1600-h/picture+817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214366149845644914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0mYupe9nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2ZFwil9HElQ/s200/picture+817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and of course there's mayonnaise. To top it all of, we each bought ourselves chocolate milk at the JJ supermarket. Surprisingly, it was I who bought the cheaper milk and not Tiqa. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, looking back, it seems that the tour guide and I spend our money on food rather on items! In fact, we didn't buy a single thing besides food and drinks! What can I say, we both love food. And we're both stingy! But Tiqa is more &lt;em&gt;kedekut &lt;/em&gt;compared to me. Hehe. Wouldn't guys be lucky to have us Tiqa? &lt;strong&gt;All we need is food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2224066507176187569-4490562229086602396?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4490562229086602396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4490562229086602396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4490562229086602396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4490562229086602396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-with-tour-guide.html' title='A Date with the Tour Guide'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SF0PshY_vnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1yHoXrEY-yY/s72-c/picture+819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-7297114492955746574</id><published>2008-06-16T22:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:20:44.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm having my holidays now. I won't go back to college till 2nd August... or so they say. So for now, I'm just gonna enjoy myself by doing the little things that I love like reading the newspaper( I've already read 3 newspapers today) and watching the tv(EURO people! Go &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Netherlands!).&lt;/span&gt; Of course, like any other &lt;strong&gt;belia berwawasan&lt;/strong&gt; I would not let my free time go to waste. Therefore, I have come up with a list of &lt;strong&gt;'productive' &lt;/strong&gt;things to do so to avoid being involved in social ills. Hehe. First up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Practise my driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, especially my parking skills(if I have any that is). I tell you ar, my driving is like shit but I'm getting better...I hope I am...I'm starting to wonder how I get my driving license in the first place. Mind you, I didn't bribe the JPJ guy or anything. &lt;em&gt;Like, everyone knows... bribing is like totally WRONG&lt;/em&gt; ;). See, even I know that and I don't need a 'Saya Anti-Rasuah' badge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Typing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sounds stupid but yup I'm actually going to practise typing...without looking down at the keyboard and at a super fast speed that is. It's not that I really can't type without looking but I sometimes hit other keys so alittle bit of practice won't hurt right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write or blog more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I hate to admit it but I think my writing skills have gone rusty. Wait a minute...do I even have writing skills to began with? Guess I'll just have to find out myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and Finally.........&lt;br /&gt;Find out why guys are so obsessed with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JESSICA ALBA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Every guy I know seems to be crazy about her - even my Design Study lecturer! &lt;em&gt;Tak boleh jadi ni... Kene cari jawapan sampai ke lubang cacing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think that's all for now. Anything else you might want to propose? I'm open for suggestions. Anything except getting drunk and laid ar &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vinod...;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was bored just now so I went around my block and took some pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SFZ-CWNPyGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9IJGUr2LaFY/s1600-h/picture+732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212492197513906274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SFZ-CWNPyGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9IJGUr2LaFY/s200/picture+732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SFZ-CHLovHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cK6Pr5xVJQ8/s1600-h/picture+730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212492193480621170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SFZ-CHLovHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cK6Pr5xVJQ8/s200/picture+730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SFZ-C31PTGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/avrWXUNmdA0/s1600-h/picture+724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212492206540016738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SFZ-C31PTGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/avrWXUNmdA0/s200/picture+724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SFZ-DI8939I/AAAAAAAAAE8/I3g8LkKkUXo/s1600-h/picture+725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212492211135832018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SFZ-DI8939I/AAAAAAAAAE8/I3g8LkKkUXo/s200/picture+725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SFZ-Csy2esI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5gB3MiNvYt0/s1600-h/picture+735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212492203577211586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SFZ-Csy2esI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5gB3MiNvYt0/s200/picture+735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-7297114492955746574?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7297114492955746574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=7297114492955746574' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7297114492955746574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7297114492955746574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SFZ-CWNPyGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9IJGUr2LaFY/s72-c/picture+732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-2114289764458503762</id><published>2008-05-17T22:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:24:42.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV and Movies'/><title type='text'>Flying colours...</title><content type='html'>Despite all the negativity that has been surrounding the 'Speed Racer' movie due to the excessive use of colours (they used a hell lot of bright colours) I must say I enjoyed it very much. Heck, I wouldn't mind watching it again eventhough there was nothing spectacular about the story line. It's like a mature version of those Disney movies but I enjoyed the movie nevertheless thanks to the really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;colourful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of racing. Lol..I love colours!The effects were really superb that it made me wanna drive a Mach 5! Yeah right. I can't even drive the bloody Viva! &lt;em&gt;Tinggi betul cita-cita.&lt;/em&gt; Another thing worth mentioning is how the story started. I was hooked right from the beginning thanks to their &lt;em&gt;effective opening.&lt;/em&gt; Sounds familiar Mass Com/English students? Lol. They certainly know how to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;jump start&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the movie. This movie has definitely passed with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flying colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in my book. Gosh, I love puns! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SDEqCBjOlsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sdjl93eMq_M/s1600-h/normal_speed_racer-racer_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201985258853930690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SDEqCBjOlsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sdjl93eMq_M/s200/normal_speed_racer-racer_x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SDEqYBjOltI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mHWfYJLMEws/s1600-h/headline6202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201985636811052754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SDEqYBjOltI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mHWfYJLMEws/s200/headline6202.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SDEp3hjOlrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tu9vinZcZGI/s1600-h/normal_speed_racer-racer_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;p.s.: I just realized how hot Matthew Fox is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-2114289764458503762?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2114289764458503762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=2114289764458503762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2114289764458503762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2114289764458503762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/05/flying-colours.html' title='Flying colours...'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/SDEqCBjOlsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sdjl93eMq_M/s72-c/normal_speed_racer-racer_x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-1597160434461232023</id><published>2008-05-08T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:25:35.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>'Dramatik' Expression</title><content type='html'>One of my dearest friends, has been pressuring me to update my blog and so I shall. Nah, that is &lt;em&gt;dusta belaka&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Tuan hamba&lt;/em&gt; would never do such a thing for that would be mean and a &lt;em&gt;sahabat sejati&lt;/em&gt; would never do anything mean to another &lt;em&gt;sahabat sejati&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;Bukan begitu tuan hamba? Mwahaha... In order to show my patriotisme towards our country, I shall post this in our national language. Lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanggal 7 bulan 5 tahun 2008...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tarikh yang amat keramat sekali bagi hamba. Kenapa hamba berkata demikian? Tuan hamba di luar sana bersungguh-sungguh ingin tahu? Baiklah, hamba akan ceritakan. Tarikh ini amat penting bagi hamba kerana pada hari tersebutlah hamba telah menemui jawapan kepada satu persoalan yang agak selalu bermain di fikiran hamba. Tuan hamba ingin tahu jawapannya? &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soalannya saja belum dikasi tahu gi mana mau tau jawabannya?&lt;/span&gt; Maaf, hamba tiba-tiba sahaja teringatkan si Mela, rakan hamba dari Indonesia. Apa dia masih ingat gak bahawa kita ada presentasi pada hari Isnin minggu depan? Ah! Apa saja yang aku mengarut ini??? Maaf, maaf. Dimana kita tadi? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, ya. Persoalannya. Ya, pada hari Rabu itulah hamba benar-benar mengerti mengapa filem-filem dari Hong Kong(terutamanya filem-filem Stephen Chow) begitu lawak dan hebat sekali. Hal ini kerana(macam buat karangan SPM la plak) orang Cina memang lawak dan gila sekali. Bak kata si Mela, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Lucu banget'&lt;/span&gt;. Ingin hamba tegaskan disini bahawa perkataan 'lawak' dan 'gila' dalam konteks ini bukan membawa maksud negatif, tetapi positif . Dan ingin juga hamba tegaskan bahawa ini bukanlah satu 'stereotype' kepada orang Cina kerana sesiapa sahaja, tidak kira bangsa dan agama boleh menjadi lawak dan gila. Lagipun, hamba bukanlah seorang yang mengamalkan perbuatan 'stereotyping' yang bodoh lagi tidak munasabah itu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pada petang Rabu itu, hamba bersama ahli-ahli kumpulan yang lain telah berkumpul di 'ampitheatre' kampus bagi mengadakan perbincangan mengenai drama yang akan kami persembahkan dalam masa 2 minggu lagi. Drama ini merupakan salah satu projek bagi mata pelajaran 'Pengajian Malaysia' atau 'Malaysian Studies' kami. Si Tiqa, atau lebih manis dipanggil 'Opah' telah awal-awal lagi gila kuasa(haha lame tak pakai ayat ni) lalu bertindak sebagai ketua kumpulan. Sungguhpun dia gila kuasa, dia mempunyai kemampuan untuk mengatur segala perancangan dengan baik oleh sebab itu hamba tidak kisah jikalau dia menjadi nakhoda kapal. Anak-anak kapal yang lain juga nampaknya tidak mempunyai sebarang masalah dengan kepimpinan rakan hamba yang seorang lagi ini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jadi kami semua telah berbincang dan telah mengadakan satu sesi latihan yang amat singkat sekali. Si Tiqa telah menerangkan kepada hamba dan rakan-rakan yang lain babak-babak yang terdapat dalam drama kami serta menyuruh kami berlakon secara spontan &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just to get the gist of the story&lt;/span&gt;. Macam test drive la. Eh?Ape kejadah keluar bahasa omputeh? No matter. Kita tukar gear.... Proses 'test drive' ini amat penting kerana bukan semua ahli kumpukan kami orang Malaysia. Ada yang datangnya nun jauh dari benua lain iaitu Afrika dan ada seorang yang datangnya dari Indonesia iaitu si Mela. Tapi si Mela tidak berlakon. Tugasnya lebih kepada hal-hal dibelakang tabir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dek kerana kami diberi sepenuh kebebasan untuk melakonkan watak-watak kami, berbagai- bagai aksi telah ditonjolkan dan hal inilah yang telah membuatkan hamba membuat '&lt;strong&gt;thesis statement'&lt;/strong&gt; seperti di perenggan kedua tadi. Ya, hamba tahu &lt;strong&gt;'thesis statement'&lt;/strong&gt; sepatutnya berada di perenggan pertama tapi apakan daya. Hamba telah banyak merapu dalam perenggan pertama oleh sebab itu terpaksalah thesis statement tersebut ditolak ke perenggan kedua. Stanley, sebagai watak utama memang gila nak mampos! wakaka... cara penghayatan wataknya amat dahsyat sekali sehingga hamba dan rakan-rakan yang lain tidak kering gusi. Penghasilan air liur kami oleh kelenjar air liur amat aktif sekali tatkala melihatnya berlakon. Suasana bertambah gamat dengan kehadiran Jimmy dan Chen Wern(maaf jika ejaannya salah), sebagai pengganti kepada dua orang ahli kumpulan kami yang tidak menghadirkan diri sewaktu perjumpaan tersebut. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lakonan Nasa dan Farid juga boleh tahan cuma lakonan Ly Vern, Sky dan hamba sendiri agak hambar berbanding yang lain. Ternyata kami bertiga bukanlah Raja Lawak. Tidak mengapa, kami masih mempunyai waktu untuk berlatih. Dengar kata, Opah mahu mengadakan 3 sesi latihan pada minggu depan. Ah... tidah sabar rasanya untuk kami beraksi di atas pentas Hall of Fame nanti. Nantikan kemunculan kami! Wakaka...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Hamba sengaja tidak memberitahu tajuk drama yang akan kami persembahkan kerana takut dipancung oleh si Tiqa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-1597160434461232023?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1597160434461232023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=1597160434461232023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1597160434461232023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1597160434461232023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/05/dramatik-expression.html' title='&apos;Dramatik&apos; Expression'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-1677700323156739083</id><published>2008-02-04T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:26:05.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV and Movies'/><title type='text'>The Life and Times of TV Datuks</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I don't understand what's happening to our tv shows right now. I'm getting tired of watching Malay dramas that are so predictable. Everyone seems to be Datuks, Datins or some conglomerate of a supposedly money making company who have Sazalis(I'm referring to the good for nothing Sazali character from &lt;em&gt;Anakku Sazali&lt;/em&gt;) for children. If the Datuks and Datins are lucky, they'll get the good and sensible ones but that rarely happens and they usually come in the form of &lt;em&gt;anak angkats&lt;/em&gt;(adopted children) or perhaps a distance relative of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beware Datuk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk, when you're a mogul you're bound to be envied by others and that's where that blood sucking, power hungry brother-in-law of yours comes along complete with a knife and fork and maybe even a can of whip cream ready to grabbed your lovely 'pie' from your bare hands. Oh, and lets not forget those children of yours. They too want a piece and probably more if they're smart,of the pie. Now, don't you wish you've used the cane with your Sazalis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas,you can't turn back time now can you? So don't be surprised to find... Good Gracious! It's your love child!...who after 25 years had finally mastered the courage to visit you and to what else? To claim his/her share of the pie because he &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; your son/daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Datuk. What are you to do now? Well, since your hair isn't getting any blacker(Nevermind, you can always colour it), why not &lt;em&gt;'bukak another cawangan'&lt;/em&gt;? You know, live life to the fullest?. After all, it's only a matter of time before one of those 'pie' seekers kills you while you're being warded at the hospital due to a sudden heart attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-1677700323156739083?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1677700323156739083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=1677700323156739083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1677700323156739083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/1677700323156739083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-and-times-of-tv-datuks.html' title='The Life and Times of TV Datuks'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-7637621412901806212</id><published>2008-01-03T08:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:31:42.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nation'/><title type='text'>Sex and the Public</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/R3xFZJvGanI/AAAAAAAAADM/1f9VpwXXgEM/s1600-h/red+hiney.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151068372217522802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/R3xFZJvGanI/AAAAAAAAADM/1f9VpwXXgEM/s200/red+hiney.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What a way to start the new year for us Malaysians. Besides the usual live telecast of new year concerts on tv, we were treated to an exclusive show. The plot, like all other movies goes like this: Man meets Woman. Man and Woman enters a hotel and I don't have to tell you what happens next because you very well know what will happen next thanks to all the movies(And I'm not just talking about Hollywood movies here) that you've watched and perhaps from your very own encounters with this similar situation (ehem) as well. The only difference between these two shows is that unlike those big budget movies, this particular show which was distributed in the form of DVDs a few days ago has a notable political figure in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the shocking part. Well, I don't know about it you but I was rather shocked. In big bold black letters were the words 'It's me' on &lt;em&gt;The Star&lt;/em&gt; newspaper's front page with a huge picture of Datuk Dr Chua Soi Lek underneath those words. The first thing that struck my mind was the Red Guy. If you're a cartoon buff such as myself you will understand why the pantless devil character came to my mind. You know how he always say '&lt;em&gt;It's me' &lt;/em&gt;with that big grin of his everytime he appears on the show? Yep, that was the first thing that came to my mind and I will not be surprised if you had thought of the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Alright, jokes aside. Let's all be serious now. According to Datuk Dr Chua, his resignation was due to the fact that Malaysians could not accept his apology, and that they were having this 'hollier than thou' attitude. Clever words by a clever man.I simply love that line. I couldn't agree more with what he'd said. I mean I couldn't care less with his personal life and for everyone else for that matter well, except for celebraties maybe...Blame it on the tabloids! Who he goes out with, how much that diamond ring he bought for his wife costs(If he ever did..well of course he must have..He is a Datuk) is totally not our business. What matters is what he's doing and what he has done for the country. And come on, you can't possibly believe that every single one of those politicians practise 'clean' politics. Besides, we have many more serious issues to tackle, one of them being corruption which has plagued the entire world since the creation of mankind. Yes, exaggerating is one of my specialties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But, as everyone knows, all public figures are cursed for life. Not only are their lives exposed for public consumption but they also have this huge responsible towards the public to always behave or risk being 'babab' by the public(Imagine your moms voice for this in order to get the desirable effect.Haha). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-7637621412901806212?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7637621412901806212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=7637621412901806212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7637621412901806212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7637621412901806212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2008/01/sex-and-public.html' title='Sex and the Public'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/R3xFZJvGanI/AAAAAAAAADM/1f9VpwXXgEM/s72-c/red+hiney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-3591559309063759474</id><published>2007-12-29T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:30:22.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to write more next year. Hahaha... At least once a month. Right, that should be my New Year's Resolution... Happy New Year eveyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-3591559309063759474?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3591559309063759474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=3591559309063759474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3591559309063759474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/3591559309063759474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-need-to-write-more-next-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-2161814046661583493</id><published>2007-08-12T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:35:29.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so good</title><content type='html'>Just a little update on myself. It has been 2 weeks since I first stepped on to the massive campus. I was so worried that I would get lost on the first day because surprise, surprise I didn't attend the orientation. Heck, I didn't even know when I was suppose to go for it. But thank god everything was alright and I manage not to get lost which was very surprising as my memory is no better than Dory's, the blue fish from Finding Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much during the first week because a few of the lecturers were not there and our timetable was just chaotic. So most of us spend our free time exchanging our names and stories about our country. Things pretty much start during the second week. We finally had our lectures, classes and *sigh* assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I love my life. I get to know people from China, Kenya, Indonesia, Botswana, etc.; I hang out with my chinese friends whenever I can and at the hostel, my Indian room mates and I talked about the great Rajni.&lt;em&gt; Muhibbah&lt;/em&gt; kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-2161814046661583493?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2161814046661583493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=2161814046661583493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2161814046661583493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/2161814046661583493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far so good'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-8593304217274496450</id><published>2007-07-18T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:36:26.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme for Charity</title><content type='html'>Want to do charity but find yourself going " Heck, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; myself need money so how on earth can I help?" Yes, it sounds quite harsh but that's reality isn't it? Well, do not fret dear bloggers because there is someone else who will do it for you. The 'hero' is a man by the name of Idham. He has made a meme which can be found at his blog, &lt;a href="http://bakpo.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html"&gt;A Clear Blue Sky....!&lt;/a&gt;. All you have to do is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Right an entry regarding this meme.&lt;br /&gt;*Complete at least 17 out of the 27 sentences of the meme.&lt;br /&gt;*Leave a comment at Idham's page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you manage to complete the meme before &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August the 26th,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Idham will generously donate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RM 127&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on your behalf&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; (yes, he will personally do it for you)&lt;/span&gt; to the Darul Izzah Orphanage, Bangi. His aim is to at least reach RM 10,000. Now ain't that sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A person is only as good as ...................................&lt;br /&gt;2. Friendship is always ..............................................&lt;br /&gt;3. To love is to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;understand but love itself is hard to understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Money makes me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appreciate life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing at the moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My way of saying I care is by...................&lt;br /&gt;7. I try to spread love and happiness by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doing something good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pick the flowers when &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they bloom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. To love someone is to.............................................&lt;br /&gt;10. Beauty is...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;11. When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the World Cup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When I was twenty one, I remember...................................................&lt;br /&gt;13. I am most happy when I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watch 'Still Standing' and 'Frasier'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Nothing makes me happier than &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to read a good book while sipping a good old mug of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coffee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If I can change one thing, I will change &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the state of Malaysian football.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If smiles were...........then I...............................&lt;br /&gt;17. Wouldn't it be nice if we could &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live in our own world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you want to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be a pirate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; then you have to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk like one, you landlubber! hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Money is not everything but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;absolutely no one can live without it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The most touching moments I have experienced is..................&lt;br /&gt;21. I smile when I&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see care free children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When I am happy, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel on top of the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If only I don't have to ..............., then.........................&lt;br /&gt;24. The best thing I did yesterday was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eating Marks&amp;amp;Spencer cookies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If I ever write a book, I will give it this title,"...................................."&lt;br /&gt;26. One thing I must do before I die is &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;write a book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Doing this meme, I feel like&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a millionaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag! You're it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-8593304217274496450?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8593304217274496450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=8593304217274496450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8593304217274496450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8593304217274496450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2007/07/meme-for-charity.html' title='Meme for Charity'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-7234275801669772370</id><published>2007-07-12T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:24:01.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in ORDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RpgxWaMWiBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AnLyzc1AIbI/s1600-h/Picture+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086870040172988434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RpgxWaMWiBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AnLyzc1AIbI/s200/Picture+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe it took me 3 days just to write about this. Oh, well. First of all let me tell you how proud and ecstatic I am for being able to watch Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on the first day itself unlike my other buddies who have enrolled in universities and colleges all across the country. Wow, suddenly Malaysia sounds so big! Ha ha. Unlike ordinary people who couldn't care less about when they watch the movie or if they even watch it, Potter fans all around the globe know that the day and time they watch the movie are among the factors that distinguishes the ultimate die hard fans from the erm, the normal fans. If this theory is anywhere near the truth(which is obviously isn't hehe), I am therefore a die hard Harry Potter fan for I have watch it on the premiere day.And mind you, it was the first show as well. Alright, that's enough crap for this post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty then, the movie.The storyline is okay. They managed to put in all the important parts of the story. Too bad there was no quidditch. It would've been great to see Ron play. They did chang a few facts here and there but nothing to drastic. The movie was fast which is highly understandable because they had to cram the entire book into a movie. Not everyone can turn a 766 paged book into a 2 1/2 hour movie now can they? Although there were scenes that could have been a bit longer (nope, not the kissing part) like the part where Harry told Dumbledore about his dream about Mr Weasley being attack. What about the kissing part eh? Well, I don't know why but I find it very stiff. Lack of chemistry perhaps? The kissing part lasts about 5 seconds maybe, which gives you enough time to decide whether Daniel Radcliffe is a great kisser. Ha ha ha...But I guess it was okay. I mean, what the hell do I know about kissing? And as Hermione puts it "I'm sure Harry's kiss is more than satisfactory". Well, if you don't find it satisfactory, there is still another kissing scene in the 6th book. Ginny remember? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RpgwuKMWh_I/AAAAAAAAACs/xOdvzgRdQXs/s1600-h/normal_luna-high.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086869348683253746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RpgwuKMWh_I/AAAAAAAAACs/xOdvzgRdQXs/s200/normal_luna-high.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new characters were great. Imelda Staunton was very much like Umbridge although she's a hell lot prettier than the one in the book. Love the pink room with all the kitties. He he. Helena Bonham Carter was deliciously evil as the almost insane Bellatrix Lestrange. That cackle of hers sends shivers down your spine. The one character that really stands out is Luna Lovegood. That Evanna Lynch was just brilliant. The hair, the look, the acting everything was Luna. I wasn't really interested in Luna when I read the book but she made me changed my mind. Brilliant indeed. The three leads were great although I still find Rupert the best out of the three. You can really sense the camaraderie that they share. One part that I like very much was when they were discussing about Harry's kiss. The teasing, the laughing and bickering were truly genuine. It makes you forget that they were acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only problem I had with this movie was the lack of action. The fight between Harry and his pals with the Death Eaters was just not KA-BOOM! You know what I'm saying? I just think that they could do it a whole lot better. I mean, if you read the book you can feel the intensity and the suspense would surely kill you. They were supposed to be running around, spells flying everywhere and a hell lot of injury. Okay, not a hell lot, but they were supposed to be badly injured weren't they? You're fighting against the Death Eaters for God&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RpgyEqMWiCI/AAAAAAAAADE/udvIvfk2IIs/s1600-h/ministry+of+magic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086870834741938210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RpgyEqMWiCI/AAAAAAAAADE/udvIvfk2IIs/s200/ministry+of+magic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; sake! And what is it with these Death Eaters?If you ask me, they were too soft. They should've been more malicious, ruthless and just down right evil. But other than that, the movie is nice. The special effects were cool and I gotta tell ya, the Ministry of Magic is just supercool. I suggest that our dear Works Minister seek the help of this architect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2224066507176187569-7234275801669772370?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7234275801669772370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=7234275801669772370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7234275801669772370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/7234275801669772370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2007/07/everything-in-order.html' title='Everything in ORDER'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RpgxWaMWiBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AnLyzc1AIbI/s72-c/Picture+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4052087167704260645</id><published>2007-07-07T09:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:58:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Ro70aYqI5JI/AAAAAAAAACU/5NV4klqpgzo/s1600-h/hp51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084269763480839314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Ro70aYqI5JI/AAAAAAAAACU/5NV4klqpgzo/s200/hp51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Ro7xu4qI5GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fI50iySX1Ec/s1600-h/preview_harry_lupin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084266817133274210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Ro7xu4qI5GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fI50iySX1Ec/s200/preview_harry_lupin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Ro70RYqI5II/AAAAAAAAACM/zfQP2V8Z4Nk/s1600-h/hp51.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was fully convinced the moment I saw it. Although I have matured physically and hopefully mentally as well, that enormous picture on the cover of Friday's(6/7/07) &lt;em&gt;Star Two&lt;/em&gt; assured me that over the years I have not changed. The inner kid in me was still jumping around somewhere underneath all that flesh. That morning, the inner kid broke through and I literally let out a shriek. Right there on the cover was the Boy Who Lived screaming his lungs out and the cool but shabby looking Professor Lupin! I was smiling like hell!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I was the only one up during that morning. The other occupants of the three-bedroom apartment were still in slumber land. My eyes darted back and forth as I read the four page story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 'love affair'(&lt;em&gt;ce wah...love affair...tak leh bla...haha&lt;/em&gt;) with Harry Potter started towards the end of year 2001 during the released of the first movie, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I can't exactly remember what prompted my mother to ask us three children, " Wanna watch Harry Potter?" and what made us said 'yes'. Maybe because of the giant ad I saw beside the road and the fact that I was a kid(I was 12 then) who loved(and still does) the fantasy genre. When the movie ended, I knew instantly that I was hooked and I began to immerse myself with the Magical World. It's funny to think that a few months before the first movie was screened, I had refused to 'befriend' Harry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first 'met' in a bookshop in KLCC if I'm not mistaken. I was browsing when a book with a colourful cover caught my eye. It had a train and a bespectacled boy who looked surprised. It was the first Harry Potter book. "Do you want it? I can buy it for you first then you can pay me back" my mother had said. I shook my head and said no and so we left the store. Why did I say no? Well, my sisters and I were brought up to think rationally and so buying a book that's worth almost RM 40 is highly irrational - at that time. And besides, I was 12 then. How much do you think I can save? And it's MY money we're talking about! Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But guess what, after watching the first movie, my mother surprised us all by buying 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' book and from that moment I was determined to save every penny(or &lt;em&gt;duit shiling&lt;/em&gt;) that I have in order to buy books 2 to 4. Yes, I did the most 'irrational' thing I could have ever done. Thank God I wasn't alone in this for my sister bravely joined me in doing the 'unthinkable' and together we went deeper into Harry's world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days, the 5th movie will be out and following that, the 7th and last book will be released. Hearts will definitely be broken as the story unfolds(&lt;em&gt;Who the hell is going to die ar?&lt;/em&gt;). I, for one don't mind how it ends.I know it will turn out brilliant and I'm sure all the other Potter lunatics) think that as well. So let's not mourn yet for the Boy Who Lived(and his buddies) who none of us know if he will still live until the 21st. Let us instead focus on the upcoming movie where we will see the transformation of an innocent and vulnerable child into a rebellious and emo kid. Hell I'm excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-4052087167704260645?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4052087167704260645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4052087167704260645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4052087167704260645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4052087167704260645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-and-i.html' title='Harry and I'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Ro70aYqI5JI/AAAAAAAAACU/5NV4klqpgzo/s72-c/hp51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-4108726956345606005</id><published>2007-06-17T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:44:32.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>Feeling bored? Why not try these two quizzes?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pirates of the Carribean Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flixster.com/user/fuzzypinkapple/quiz/pirates-of-the-caribbean-trilogy?invitorId=513301136"&gt;http://www.flixster.com/user/fuzzypinkapple/quiz/pirates-of-the-caribbean-trilogy?invitorId=513301136&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flixster.com/user/fuzzypinkapple/quiz/so-you-think-youre-a-harry-potter-fan?invitorId=513301136"&gt;http://www.flixster.com/user/fuzzypinkapple/quiz/so-you-think-youre-a-harry-potter-fan?invitorId=513301136&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-4108726956345606005?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4108726956345606005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=4108726956345606005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4108726956345606005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/4108726956345606005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2007/06/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-8318723290687012895</id><published>2007-06-14T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:34:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lungs for my blood</title><content type='html'>I have been getting quite a number of suggestions on what to eat since the doctor told me about my low blood pressure. And some of them are organs of the four-legged mammal which also have four stomachs. Yes, I'm talking about our 'milky' friend, the cow. My mum and grandma told me that &lt;em&gt;hati&lt;/em&gt;(liver) and &lt;em&gt;paru&lt;/em&gt;(lungs) are very good &lt;em&gt;'untuk tambah darah'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one fine day, my grandma cooked &lt;em&gt;'paru masak cabai'&lt;/em&gt; (In case you don't know, cabai is chilli ladies and gentlemen). Everyone seems to like it except me. It was chewy like bubblegum but it tastes like erm - well, the point is I don't like it. So far, I only like the&lt;em&gt; perut&lt;/em&gt;. Why? because it's almost tasteless! Haha! It goes great with curry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI4zPpq7pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hCddK2yhV3M/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI4zPpq7pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hCddK2yhV3M/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076182183025766034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI4zPpq7pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hCddK2yhV3M/s200/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI4zPpq7pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hCddK2yhV3M/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;em&gt;paru&lt;/em&gt; soaking away in the pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI4zPpq7pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hCddK2yhV3M/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI4zPpq7pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hCddK2yhV3M/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5z_pq7sI/AAAAAAAAABM/L8gSyFf3eyM/s200/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side view - Veins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI4zPpq7pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hCddK2yhV3M/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076182947529944754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s200/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close up - Wonder what those holes are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI6L_pq7tI/AAAAAAAAABU/9M4gxGFb0DQ/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076183707739156178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI6L_pq7tI/AAAAAAAAABU/9M4gxGFb0DQ/s200/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The finished product - Paru masak Cabai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI5fvpq7rI/AAAAAAAAABE/1tENLA3_c-M/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/2224066507176187569-8318723290687012895?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8318723290687012895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=8318723290687012895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8318723290687012895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8318723290687012895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2007/06/lungs-for-my-blood.html' title='Lungs for my blood'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/RnI4zPpq7pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hCddK2yhV3M/s72-c/Picture+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-8104942092117091593</id><published>2007-06-11T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:42:40.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates' Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Rmyhf_pq7nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HtcF0MfBa8o/s1600-h/many+faces+of+jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074608451173936754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Rmyhf_pq7nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HtcF0MfBa8o/s200/many+faces+of+jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was feeling woozy after spending almost four hours on a float at the water park on Wednesday. My guess would be because I was looking down at the water for too long while the waves dutifully carried me up and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next day and the days that followed, I was still feeling like I was on the float. I jokingly told my sister that I now know how it feels like to be Captain Jack Sparrow. He always have that dizzy look and it is quite impossible for him to be walking in a straight line. That was how I felt at that moment. I felt dizzy whenever I move and sometimes I get headaches and I felt nausea. And then it hit me. Wow, I know how Jack feels! "Maybe I need rum" I told my sister. I suddenly have this absurd feeling that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; can be a pirate ( Jack to be exact) and aboard the 'Black Pearl'! Come on, who wouldn't want to be Jack Sparrow,eh? &lt;em&gt;Yer, landlubbers maybe. Hahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, to tell you the truth, I've always wanted to be... nope not a pirate but an explorer. When I was a kid, I would usually grabbed my younger sisters along on my many expiditions through out the house. The sofas in the living room were the unchartered islands. My transportation of choice was obviously a boat or a ship, which was actually an old mattress of my grandmother's (we still have it). Amazing what a child can do with his or her imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Imaginations aside, I tried thinking of a logical explanation for my headaches and the first thing that came to my mind was - brain tumor! One of my best buddies was recently diagnosed with Diabetes type 1 and that was enough to turn me into a hypochondriac. Thankfully, the doctor wasn't( imagine if he was..&lt;em&gt;gasp&lt;/em&gt;) and so he was able to provide me with a sensible and logical explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Blood pressure is a little bit on the low side. Lack of iron'&lt;/em&gt; he said. Ah, it was nothing serious. And there I was telling myself that I was a pirate with a possible brain tumour. He gave me medication for my giddiness and some iron supplement. But yer know what mate? Apparently, rum has loads of iron where else coffee, prevents iron absorbtion! My, my... I'm in trouble now aren't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-8104942092117091593?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8104942092117091593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=8104942092117091593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8104942092117091593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/8104942092117091593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2007/06/pirates-syndrom.html' title='Pirates&apos; Syndrome'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lyPpi8msKoE/Rmyhf_pq7nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HtcF0MfBa8o/s72-c/many+faces+of+jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2224066507176187569.post-5166712826735883483</id><published>2007-05-30T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:07:56.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under construction</title><content type='html'>I decided to delete the whole damn thing coz I hated the whole damn thing.I need something new.Something fresh.Haha.Please be patient while I think about it over a mug(not cup) of coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2224066507176187569-5166712826735883483?l=otakkopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5166712826735883483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2224066507176187569&amp;postID=5166712826735883483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/5166712826735883483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2224066507176187569/posts/default/5166712826735883483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/2007/05/under-construction.html' title='Under construction'/><author><name>Rumput</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048784280661660106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip2odGiOilg/TbrLt27XxsI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EWszlwTDVXo/s220/DSCN1868-.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
